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i wish i was stronger

2011-04-08T15:07:00.005+08:00

the mess at home is beyond comprehension. i constantly avoid reaching home early because of this constant tension between the two old(er) ladies of the house. granny keeps driving everyone to near-insanity with the same questions and wanting to call people and inform them of relatives that have already died years ago. shrieks ensue even before ten in the morning; the mother telling the mother to shut the fuck up and the elder one condemns her for being an unfilial daughter. events like this become more frequent, at least once a day? once every two days?

it's really painful to hear each day. the granny always seeks help to call someone but nobody wants to help. then if someone tells her she's wrong she just screams that we are liars.

maybe i am a liar. but everybody else does that too. (Do i hear a House quote? hehehe)

sometimes she can wake me up at 8 in the morning to tell me to call someone. again. then she would go over to the mother's room to ask her whether she's visiting the family to pay respects and stuff. then my mother gets agitated as hell and either screams or leaves the room. this is followed by the granny returning to her room and getting ready to change and visit them. i don't know who manages to persuade her to change back because i always run out to school early to avoid that part.

this craziness has been dominating part of my brain for a long time now. sometimes i cry myself to sleep at night because i feel so helpless.

what do i do?

no one else apparently gives a fuck, either.

she's about the closest thing as a family member that gives me comfort (with the squishy figure of hers WAHA) but she's driving me mad. and she's literally turning the mother into a mad woman.

i haven't really been able to verbally express this pain (suffering seems a tad overly dramatic, don't you think? -is it "over dramatic"? or just "a tad dramatic"? HAHA I WILL STOP NOW) because they're all busy. and i try to be busy with school too. and what's the point to confiding in someone if they can't change things, you know? i wish i was a stronger person. well i'm trying to be one.

but now i'm feeling like this song. except for the getting laid part larh horh NYAAAAHAAHHHH. but i don't mind being a nun and not get married. the mother already told me to do that a long time ago.

"Strong" by Robbie Williams

My breath smells of a thousand fags
And when I'm drunk I dance like me Dad
I've started to dress a bit like him

Early morning when I wake up
I look like Kiss but without the make up
And that's a good line to take it to
The bridge

And you know and you know
Cos my life's a mess
And I'm trying to grow so before
I'm old I'll confess
You think that I'm strong you're wrong
You're wrong
I'll sing my song my song my song

My bed's full of takeaways and fantasies
Of easy lays
The pause button's broke on my video
And is this real cos I feel fake
Oprah Winfrey Ricki Lake
Teach me things I don't need to know

And you know and you know
Cos my life's a mess
And it's starting to show so before
I'm old I'll confess
You think that I'm strong you're wrong
You're wrong
I'll sing my song my song my song

If I did it all again I'd be a nun
The rain was never cold when I was young
I'm still young we're still young
Life's too short to be afraid
Step inside the sun

And you know and you know
Cos my life's a mess
And I'm trying to grow

And you know and you know
Cos my life's a mess
And I'm trying to grow

And you know and you know
Cos my life's a mess
And I'm trying to grow

You think that I'm strong you're wrong
You're wrong
I'll sing my song my song my song

You think that I'm strong you're wrong
You're wrong
I'll sing my song my song my song

Life's too short to be afraid
So take a pill to numb the pain
You don't have to take the blame

Life's too short to be afraid
So take a pill to numb the pain
You don't have to take the blame

Life's too short to be afraid
So take a pill to numb the pain
You don't have to take the blame

-nawal

Amazingly Surreal Dream

2011-03-17T10:55:00.002+08:00

There was this really elaborate dream that i had yesterday. It was meant to be really scary i guess since there was an evil witch out to kill us all BUT at the same time i was filled with wonder and adventure i ran around the maze in this huge mall (ANTICLIMAX HAHAHAH).

The main arc of the story/dream was the witch that wanted to kill us all, of course. I remembered Naqiah being there, but i can't remember the others. There was a guy with her, but i can't recall his face. But the really fun part was that we were all to die in the way the Disney princesses do heh. So i died like Snow White but instead of the poison apple twas poisoned granola instead (maybe my subconscious is telling me to eat healthy). ANYWAYS i really did remember the granola because the witch actually wrote in the water/air/whatevermedium "LAWAN" which is my name spelled backwards that suddenly changed to "GRANOLA" and the granola actually flew to me HAHAHA AWESOMEEEEE. But i had no idea WHY i ate a bit of it even though i knew it would kill me. I remembered saying to Naq that i will die now and actually dropped to the floor paralyzed. THERE WAS MAGIC IN THE DREAM WHICH WAS SOOOO FUNNNN.

So she and the mystery man ran away after making me invisible on the floor and the witch was chasing them down the stairs while the both of them were desperately waiting for the elevator (it's strange that i know this since i'm supposed to be on the floor dead and unmoving but HEY TIS A DREAM). Then i realised that the paralyzing effects were wearing off and ran to rescue her!!! HAHAHA i think i remember her saying, "i knew you'd come back/wake up" which is what the knight should say.... how strange WAHA. BUT TOO LATE. I WOKE UP FEELING EXHAUSTED AND COULDN'T GO BACK TO SLEEP SO SADOOO.

but i think there were some Friends' references in the dream that i can't really remember, and this humongous basement of the mall where this guy was building some exhibition-thing regarding mummies. Uber weird, but such is the stuff of dreams. =D

The dream is so reminiscent of Caliban's speech in the Tempest for some reason, maybe cos i didn't really want it to end. I think it is also a nice way to end off this post.

"The isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again."

I didn't really cry, but i was kinda wistful, heehee.

NEW UNVEILING!! EHEHE.

2009-02-09T00:22:00.007+08:00

alrighhhttttt!!!!! This is ONN AGAIINNN!!!! :D

After about half a YEAR, ISSIT? eheh.

hmmm what do i blog about nowww. Well, tis the new year but due to much slogging for my cousin in the name of -i quote- "charity and goodwill" the momentous enjoyment of life after the A's has been thoroughly SQUASHED. LIKEE A BUGG. haiye. That's what Virginia Woolf calls, "life break[ing] in". HAHA i can't seem to shake off my lit thingy's in my brain.

and I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE RYANNN ADAMSSSS I WANT TO HAVE BABIES WITH HIM NYAHAH!!!! Although I believe jacqie has already called dibbs on him first HEHE. His album"29" is particularly haunting, even when i thought the first album i heard by him (Cold Roses) was SOOOO AMAAAZZIIING. But 29 delves into more morose topics, i guess. specifically DEATHS and a hint of suicidal thoughts, i think. He is one truly amazing lyricist/poet; the way he encrypts his woeful stories of people in his songs is. WOW. I especially love "Strawberry Wine" and "Carolina Rain" because of the crafty way he interlinks the seemingly different stories from each verse and then the instrumental parts for "Elizabeth, you were born to play that part" and "Starlight Diner" is ANOTHER THING ALTOGETHER. GOSH. HE MUST BE AN INFP! LIKE ME HEHHEHEH!!! But the possible side effect from listening too much of his songs is that you'd be swimming in strawberry wine too. -_-"

I find that i'm such a worrywart now, i don't know why. It's just really distressing, thinking about the precarious state of my mother and then my bro always wants me to pay him back for some nonsensical thing i owed himYEARS AGO bloody arsehole. And now i'm staying up to do some things in the name of charity yet again. i would like to continue schooling in mj. HAHA. I shalt have to resume my work then.

And the song is in my head again....

"Strawberry Wine"

Last night in the street collapsed on itself
In fact, it broke right in two
And I fell in
The strawberry vines
Into a pool of strawberry wine
Strawberry wine and clouds
Burning in the desert, surrounded in flowers
But the stems broke the armor
And the morning comes
Until its all just the same things again,Oh god,
Don't spend too much time on the other side
Let the daylight in,
Before you get old and you cant break out of it

My old friend,
Cause its getting winter, and if you want any flowers
You gotta get your seeds in
And I worry about you, why? because you want me to

Can you still have any famous last words
If you're nobody somebody nobody knows,
I don't know
Somebody go and ask Clair
She's been dead twenty years just look at her hair
Strawberry blonde with curls
She gets hair done then she gossips
With the younger waitress girls at the bar, The old Irish rose
Drinking strawberry wine Until it comes out her nose
She spent too much time on the other side,
And she forgot to let the daylight in

Before you get old you'd better break out of it
My old friend,
Cause its getting winter and if you want any flowers
You gotta get your seeds in to the ground,
And I worry about you,
Why because you want me too

This fella downtown, he jumped off a bridge
He was angry about a letter he received from his friend
He fell in
To the arms of the most beautiful girls
That have ever lived in the history of the world

And with nothing left to lose he got screwed
He sold his apartment before they made him move
Then he jumped straight in
To the san Francisco bay
Now he lives on Molly's farm
Picking berries all day

Don't spend too much time on the other side
Let the daylight in

Marty was a kid when he learned steal boats
His dad was a deejay on the radio
He fell in
To a life
Of riverboat crime
Now has the man you see in prison
If you want strawberry wine
Strawberry wine and smokes
He sent a letter to his friend
Explaining one night on coke
He and Clair
Jumped in to the strawberry vines
And lord knows you get lost
On that strawberry wine

Don't spend too much time on the other side,
Let the daylight in

And I'm getting old and I gotta break out of it
My old friend,
Cause its getting winter and if I want any flowers
I gotta get those seeds in to the ground,
And if you worry about me
Don't bother
Why?
I'll be fine
I'm just sitting here laughing
Little old me and my
Strawberry wine

Tis the end...

2008-07-20T17:48:00.002+08:00

Once and for all, the Squish-Sponge shalt be going on a hiatus till further notice. I don't think people actually READ this blog, but tis fun to declare nonetheless. :D

AHEM, we shalt inform you if there need be re-direction to a newer site.

ALL THE BEST FOR A LEVELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (We tell ourselves)

pantiheropantiheropantiheropantiheropantiheropantihero

- Lorelai & Rorie

I refuse to believe that watching videos of natural disasters are funny EHEHEH

2008-05-14T18:08:00.005+08:00

OH GOSH. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN. ON HIATUS FOR CENTURIES.

I ponned school today in a bid to catch up with work. Look how well that idea turned out. HAIYA. LIT ESSAYS ARE ANNOYING AND PAINSTAKING. Ahem, I shall refuse to turn into those who use blogs as a platform for whining and talking about how the planetary orbits revolve around themselves. Actually, when I read through my previous posts, I couldn't stop cringing (HMMM MOSTLY SMILING LARH ARH) when I kept talking about me me me.

So, we shall see a change todayyyyy. I think. I'll try then.

HMMMMM. GLOBAL WARMING. VERY DEBILITATING. HUMANS. CANCEROUS LEECHING IGNORAMUSES. RESPONSIBLE FOR OWN JUDGMENT DAY.

Yup that's enough about global affairs. Time to get in touch with me feeeelings now. HAHAHAHA. I'm so capricious GOSH.

IT's fast. the pace of every single thing. The good times don't last long enough, the Stygian gloom lasts too long. Is this how it has to be till the day we relinquish our last breath?

I keep panicking about my studies; the teachers are already on to me for my seemingly more slackish behaviour. I have no idea how I've become like this; perpetually pale-looking figure that has to procure energy to assure my classmates that I'm still as they saw me at the start of the JC life and not the moody state that was normalcy at one point of time during TK.

I was typing out my Lit essay before this and I fear that there are already interstices of resolve (and sanity?) apparent here:

"In Charlotte’s case, i do not knowwwwwwwwwwww hot to identiry thjis is very very complex and confusing entity that is character without dooign a character study when i t is essentially a character study isn’t it? I do not know how to keep within an intangible and undefinable boundary and then categorise the characters involved oh no how do i do this should i end up being a monk in china tear up my bank book just like he did and then just gooooooooo to never neverland and search for the elusive meaning to live and live for the sake of experiencing the essence of what keeps us from plunging down to the place where fires burn unquelled and live in misanthropic states and just not think about work and worrrrryyyyyy fervently about anything and everything and let go of the conscious mind and delve into the depths of the unknown a;though risking effrontery and breaching the confines of the invisible space confounding all and none. This night’s a perfect shade of dark blue."

Ask labs about the sudden monk-in-China episode. How depressing.

OH NO. I MUST NOT GET DEPRESSED.

Let's all meet up at least one day during the holidays (a picnic of sorts?) and drink NON-ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES OR THE ONES THAT ARE CLOSEST TO THAT (OKAY JACQIE) and refuse to do our work. Stop the entire running of the world for just one day. And talk about our INTERESTS and not even SMELL the topic of school and revision. I want to suspend belief of reality just once before it will truly be elusive (until after A's I know, but AIYO SO FAR AWAY CAN-WAIT, NOT REALLY. ARGH.).

Oh no I sound so melodramatic. crap. Not the best state of mind to blog, i suppose. Anyways, back to work. Till the next update ladies, and snooping unwanted strangers who should just mind their own business (aka a certain chipmunk).

- The Incestuous Daughter (NYAHAH. U LIKE, I KNOW.) :3 MEOW. TIS NO MONKAY, IS CAT.

Feeling like CRUD.

2008-02-18T20:19:00.003+08:00

Juno is AMAZING.

AND I'M REAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY SORRRRRYYYYY I DIDN'T WATCH IT FIRST WITH LAYZIE VICK AND JACQ OKAYYYY. PLEEEAAAASE FORGIVE ME. *PUPPY DOG EYES*

AND YUP I'M UPDATING.

After CENTURIES.

Although i have endlessss snowballs to squish and liquidate.

GOSH GOSH HOW I'VE MISSED TALKING TO YOU GIRLS.

After the discourse that i've shared with Jacq, Vick, Layzie..... And after VALENTINE'S REALLY. I realise that. I really do NOT want a relationship? Like Vick said, I REALLY prefer spending time with my girlfriends rather than go out with... THE ENEMY. eheheheee. AND. IT'S REALLY TAKING UP MY PRECIOUS TIME FOR STUDYING. GOSHISOUNDLIKEABLEDDYNO-LIFE-MUGGEREYEEEEERRRRR. Unless, OF COURSE. TIS FOR MY BABES. :D And you have permission to slap me if i become a hypocrite, KAY. :D

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't you, forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see
in anyone else, but you.

Kay time to defecate myself from all this excrement of homework. Sorry for the horrible imagery. :D

-The Apologetic One

RARRRRRR!!!

2007-11-15T22:15:00.000+08:00

WAT?

DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME?

IS THIS BLOGGER WHO IS MOST FAMOUS FOR NOT BLOGGING ACTUALLY..... BLOGGING? THE NEXT DAY ITSELF?

SMACK ME BOSOM IF I'VE SEEN SUCH A THING.

YEAH YEAH PUT A SOCK IN IT. :D

WAHAHAHAAHAH. That was fun. :) Since it is the holidays i shall make an extra effort to blog more often. NYEHEH.

Me watched Stardust today. In the cinema. HAIYEE. HAIYAA. HAIYOOOO. It is. Visually arresting. Captivating. You are pulled into the fantasy world outside Wall itself then.

BUT. BUT. I CANNOT KEEP ME SILENCE(not that I ever did-me was blabbering abt the flaws when the credits rolled) WHEN INJUSTICE IS BEING DONE TO THE BOOK. INJUSTICE TO GAIMAN I TELL YOU. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. THE MANY MANY MANY MANY LOOOOOPHOLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. HOW I WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP AT THEM. I know no director can make an adaptation that is faithful to the book till the last bit BUT. HOWEVER. NEVERTHELESS. 'What do stars do?' We SHINE?!?!?!? OH PLEASE. HOW DOES SHINING MAKE AN EVILLLLL WITCH EXPLODE TO STARDUST(IRONY) BITS??? U MEAN THE CHEEEEEEESY LIGHT OVER DARK? ALAMAAKKKK. Then WHY OH WHY did she not 'shine' SO MANY times before that scene? So that the story can be prolonged right. AWWWWW MANNN. That is some SERIOUS FLAW THAT I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO COMPREHENDEZ.

FURTHERMORE. Imagine this. You're fighting these evil witches right. And there's this woman who is in the witch lair too. So WHO KNOWS. She just MIGHT be eviil too. Then you are about to strike her. Then she hurriedly tells you that she's your mother. Would you believe her like. STRAIGHT AWAY? REHEEEEEELLLYY. I kid you NOT. TRISTAN ACTUALLY TRUSTS HER JUST LIKE THAT. Because you see, covering up that loophole will just cut down the time needed to show Robert de Niro sashaying in a dress and embracing his feminity. Again. I KID YOU NOT. T_T

Injustice to the author. But I shall torture you with no more flaws. Like how candles of Babylon can be bought 3-for-$1 or how Tristan had the numbing idea to collide himself against the carriage in order to stop it. Nay, I shan't mention that. :D

So what should you do to ease yourself from all of these troubles? Simple. Read the book itself. It will enchant you. :) EXCEPT FOR JACQIE SHE'S AN ANOMALY. NYEHEHEH.

Kay. My ramblings shall stop here for now. Me dad's urging me to watch 'Meet Joe Black'.

Can't wait to spend time with me girlllfrieenndsss tomorrow tomorrow. :D

- The Infuriated One

Hung-over

2007-11-13T17:36:00.000+08:00

YO MA HOMIES.

I've attempted to blog twice before this but they proved to be unsuccessful as my bro KEPT RESTARTING THE COMP BEFORE I COULD FINISH TYPING. ARGH. Anyway, i should be renaming this blog THE NAWAL CAPITALIST BLOG shouldn't i? That darn LAYZIE refuses(!!!) to update so i shan't push her no more. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

THE DASTARDLY PROJECT WORK IS FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. No more bitch-slapping between these two groupmates of mine. :D Figuratively speaking of course. NYAHAH. No more dry runs where we get scolded like mad due to the perpetual latecomers (i concede i do come late toooo. eheheh.) No more late nights where i have to skip my mother tongue classes in the morning the following day-speaking of which, NO MORE MALAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. WAHAHAHAAHAHAH.

But I'll miss Atiqah loads and loads. I can't REALLY act crazy now without her (in me class) and I LOVE HER HOUSE i have absolutely no idea why. She was the one in the group that kept me sane, to say the least. AHAHAH okaylarh the others weren't bad either. :) Then there's Melissa and Faye. They've been really nice to me especially when I'm in emo-status. Which u know, is quite a bit of the time. -_-" WHY ARE THE ONES THAT ARE COMFY AROUND THE ONES TO GO. WALAU WALAU. HAIYYYYEEEEEEEE. Soooo sadoooo. :( Oh well.

There was the year-end bash yesterday. The music was loud. The split-second flickering lights were surreal in a way. Like those moving images-type things. Twas scary. Especially when people were dancing. The highlight was when Layzie was dancing OF COURSE. BEARING HER MIDRIFF, MIND U. :D The consensus says she's super hot AHAHAH. Really. I shan't go into further details for fear of her either suffocating me to death or her drowning in a flood of embarrassment. NYAHAHAH. I'm not fond of dancing. Especially in front of guys. But the guys in my class were HILARIOUS. They danced till they perspired all over. HOW CAN U HAVE THE ENTHUSIASM TO DANCE FOR ALMOST AN ENTIRE HOUR?!?!?!?!? That i will never be able to comprehend. -_-" But it was a fun night larh. Albeit twas really cold and some were falling asleep. AND. I didn't get scolded when i reached home! WOOHOO! BONUS! But Lizzie didn't get home...... Vick called me in the morn to ask me where she went. MAN AND SHE HASN'T REPLIED TO ME WHERE SHE IS NOW. :S but she's able to take care of herself larh.... I THINK.

-receives sms-
PCHEYYYYYYY. SHE IN SCHOOLLLL. THOUGHT WAAAT. -_______-""""

I so need to catch up with the others. Aza, Jacqie, Bindi, Charl, Syaza. ALOT ALOT. Sleepovers. Movies. Talking non-stop. And to many many people at the same time. Even STUDYING together (YEAH RIGHT) will do. I feel the drift already.... Haiya. At least we'll be seeing each other on sat. I CANNOT WAIT!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Shall stop here. trying to straighten out my table and the piles of dung on it. LITERALLY. :D

-Wal

KJH. i still love princess hours... :)

2007-08-08T21:44:00.000+08:00

SPIDERPIG. SPIDERPIG. DOES WHATEVER A SPIDERPIG DOES. CAN HE SWING, FROM A WEB? NO HE CAN'T. HE'S A PIG. LOOK OUT, HERE COMES THE SPIDERPIG........

WAHAHAHHAHHAAAHHGAGAGAG. :D MAN that was some good movie.

Went to tk today but THE SO-CALLED CARNIVALLLL was non-existent. T-T SOOOOO SAAAADOOOOO. At least i had some SEXY TIME with aza. WAHA. JUST KIDDING. But when i went back i realised that the usual wave of nostalgia that would hit me didn't happen this time. The place looked exactly the same except for the INCREDIBLE STUDIO. We didn't even stay there for a while longer to play the piano at all. I guess i'm no longer as attached to tk as i had thought. Then i had the epiphany that maybe i had really moved on from the secondary school days. That all of us had gone past that stage where we would finally separate from each other to pursue our own careers and prospects. We won't-can't-meet up EVERY single saturday cause we're too busy with projects and other stuff like that. That kind of saddens me but hey, we have even LONGER stories to tell each other mannnnnnn. :) Allllllll the juicy bits about LAYZIE'S ADMIRERS. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHHH. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

OH I AM SO DEAD. OH RIGHT. Speaking about LAYZIE, she's in london now on a lit exchange programme for another week. SO COOL RIGHT. HAIYE..... Well, in the meantime, I SHALL BE FINISHING OFF GOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGG WITHOUT HER!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!! WHAAHAHAAHAAHAHAH. And Vicky and I will try to make home-made chocolate and puff pastries and go to the DONUT FACTORYYYYYY. WOOOOHHOOOO. AND POPIAH NEAR PARKWAY!!!! :D ME IS SALIVATINGGGG.

The Simpsons was simply hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing. I think the good vibes from the audience made watching the movie so much better too. I KEPT COUGHING AT THE END OF THE MOVIE LARH WALAU. HAIYE. I never really was a fan of the Simpsons till i watched the movie and was DUMBFOUNDED BY HOW AGONISINGLY IGNORANT AND DESPICABLE HOMER WAS. But without Homer, there wouldn't be a story(HMMM NO STORYLINE LARH ACTUALLY) so tis all thanks to him. :)

Before I met up with Jacq and Vicky for the movie I killed time at HMV and saw................. KIM JEONG HOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. *SIGHS WISTFULLY WITH EYES GLISTENING OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN* WELL. THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN A LANGUAGE BARRIER ANYWAY. (ASHAMED AT STAGE OF DENIAL.) THIS is why it is IMPERATIVE to finish watching goong this friday. NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES. :D

OH YARHHHHHHH. VICKY LIKE THE ANDERSON'S ICE CREAM PARLOUR GUY(grammatical error intended). WAHAHAHA . SO DARN FUNNY LARH. But he was undeniably a really nice person who put up with our trivial(and melodramatic) arguments to choose THREE SCOOPS OF ICE CREAM for our sundae. I was shocked that he recommended the ice cream of choice without us asking. I think that took Vicky by surprise tooo. EHEHEH. SO MUCH THAT SHE WANTED TO THANK HIM AFTER WE ATE AT THE ZEN GARDEN. She kept insisting that we should commend him for his 'sociability.' WAHA. Anyway, she wrote a thank-you note on the napkin signed by the 'three little girls.' SHEESH. and then she got nervous and placed it on one of the tables so he could collect it by himself. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HILARIOUS. :D:D:D:D:D Today was a real great fun day for me. A temporary reprieve from the workload of crap pw meeting tmr . MAAAAAAAANNNN. NEVERMIND. I still have quite a while to bask in the warmthness of today. Meeting Jacq and Vicky really uplifted my spirits today. We lept cracking each other up. HEHE. And i SERIOUSLY NEED TO UP MY VOCAB MAN. I think i used the word "REALLY" only TWENTY TIMES. -_-"

Woah. Finally the awaited NON-EMO past. :D Jacq and Charl have been pestering me to update for so long. HERE IT IS ME DARLINGS. I HAVE TO GO NOW. SAYONARA. SALMON ROE. MMMMM SUSHI. KAY SORRY. HUNGRY.

-Nawalie [NON-EMO VERSION]

Life is scarier than death.

2007-06-21T02:07:00.000+08:00

BLOODY ASS MIDS. ARGH.

FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. I DON'T CARE.........mmmm. Sure I don't.. UHUH.

It's deja vu.

Of the awful AWFUL mid-years last year. OMGGGGGGGGG. -_-"

NEVERMINDDDD. I will remain optimistic! Tis only the first year! I will get through this! ER. EXCEPT FOR LIT. IT SUCKS MUCH MUCH. dang.

My sleeping pattern's gone all haywire. Brain can't function well anymore. Refusing to go to sleep. The days creeeeep closer and closer to dastardly EXAMS. EEEEEEEE. I seriously CANNOT BELIEVE THAT SCHOOL REOPENS IN FIVE DAYS TIME. AND I HAVEN'T OPENED THE BOOOOK.SHITOMAMA.

IDIOT LIZZIE. TOO LAYZIE TO UPDATE. TSK. So now it cannot even be called OUR blog larh WALAU. humph. NVMMMMM.

Alot of things happened during the month though. Other than the ever more frequent anxiety attacks and the perpetual nagging-at-the-back-of-the-mind-to-study, we still could have the BOFs and I realise there being alot of tension between my family
members. Which can irk the shit out of me at times.  Like my brother. Just WAITING to give
a sarcastic comment when he should just KEEP THAT DAMN MOUTH SHUT. SHEESH.
But the most disconcerting one: my grandmother.

It's just that. There's a point of time in life where you cannot escape your age, you know. And it's scary when you stubbornly deny that. And as such you use an accusatory tone on unsuspecting people. Creating new unsolvable problems.  YEEESH.  And also feeling helpless.
You can't cure it. You can only answer her again for the umpteenth time. And sometimes you just agree to whatever she says although it's wrong. But you know why. She'll just forget. It'll be alright in another 2 minutes. You'll just correct her the next time. And sometimes you don't answer her at all.

It's a sad state. And an even more painful experience to watch it transgress. The darker side of ageing.

And I've been doing many chores lately. Plus cooking. Less time to procrastinate-I MEAN-studyyy. And whenever I'm trying NOT to think about it, my mind will eventually wonder to my endlessssss doubtss which is OBVIOUSLY detestable PW. Bloody crap survey and interview. SUCKS FRUIT. Will try to think about it only after exams. BAD BAD PW LEADER.
-_-" EHEH.

Am supposed to go for chem consultation tmr-i mean-today. Plus study date with bindi. And possible mt oral which is horribly overdue. This is the thing i hate and want to be oblivious about. All the crap things that are necessary for education. TSK.

Who do we live for?

The question keeps running through my mind.  And it dawned on me. I live for my parents.
Craving praise from them.  Taking all comments made personally. Which can be bad. Them
already paving my future. Too fast, I think. But WTH. I'm already in jc. Two years away from
uni. Scares me shitless.

I don't want to grow up.

____Walie____

catharsis

2007-05-30T22:28:00.000+08:00

Acceptance

Remember
The times of mirth
moments of anguish
places of solitude

Let go
Of memories long past
of the unchanged
of familiarity

Move on
With end in mind
Belief in heart
into the unknown

Never forget
The friendships forged
the tears shed
the paeans, everlasting.

It's just getting harder to forget. nothing's the same. I'm losing grip with all of them. HAIYE.

I NEED TO STOP SOUNDING EMOOO. -_-"

I'm going to fail my exams so badly. There's this feeling of deja vu. Of mid-yrs last year. That was REALLY bad. Plus I'm not studying AGAIN. HAIYOOO.

I feel like turning into a spinster too. WAHAHAHA. :D

Miss u All,
-Wal

1000 words

2007-04-27T18:35:00.000+08:00

Finally. THE Friday. Where all hectic schedules and death-threatening deadlines for the week have come to a temporary reprieve. THE WEEKEND. SOME MORE BONDING WITH THE FAMILIAR PEOPLE. :D YAHOOO.

I have no idea what we'll be doing tomorrow though. ALAMAK I LAYZIE TO CALL PEOPLE. I think the standard would be BUBBLE TEA!!!! and then. erm. SLACKING. AIYOOOOO. I am just too lazy to start on my HOMEWORK WHICH IS TURNING INTO AN ENTIRE MOUNTAIN. -_-" I haven't revised SHIT other than for the previous tests. DIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE.

I have absolutely no idea how I actually passed my bio test man. Honestly. My head was seriously spinning during the test because I WAS UP ALL NIGHT DOING MY BLOODY PI DRAFT SO STUPID. SO I WAS FAGGED. WAHAHAHAHA. Now every one in my class thinks I'm so intelligent that I can do well in tests without even trying. :( aiya. Sometimes I just give up retorting and walk away when they keep saying these things. There's just no use in trying to explain.

The interview was. A relief. From the ogl interview that SCARRED ME FOR LIFE. I met up with Aza before that for a total of 7 minutes but it was all worth it. I MISSED HER SO MUCHH. AIYA. SCHOOL AND BOYS SUCK SO BADLY. AND SMSING IS NEVER ENOUGH. I miss the piano days where all feelings would be expressed and felt at that AUSPICIOUS FOYER. :D

I hate it when the guys can tell when something is wrong. Sometimes being OBLIVIOUS is sooo much better. LIKE LAYZIEEE. NYEHEH. Then I always have to lie and tell them that I AM FINE when I need my tk friends badly. I miss them all. Lizzie, Bindi, Aza, Halima, Jacqie, Bear, Nikita, Pauline, Iris. Haiya.

1000 words. Have never been spoken. They'll hold you forever.

MAN I LOVE THAT SONG. EHEHEHEH.

I NAK TIDUR.

Need to think about what we'll be doing tomorrow... AND whether I should go for cheerleading or not. SICKENING SCHOOL. OOOHHH ALLITERATION! :D

RIGHT. BYE.

-The Daughter( i hope it's not getting old just yet :) )

WHAT TORTURE I AM SUBJECTED TO

2007-04-23T04:26:00.000+08:00

AWWWW MAAANNNN.

BINDI DID THIS TO MEEEE.

-Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names..-

AHEM. I AMM SOOOO NOOT WEIRD LARRRH. PLS.

1. I have this tendancy to shout into people's ears when I am DAMN HYPER.

2. I SEEMINGLY have this UNIDENTIFIABLE accent that grows on people and resulting in them MIMICING ME. :(

3. HMMM. I will always eat burgers and sandwiches in a curcumference-wise manner? AHAHA I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN.

4. I have this tendancy to wake up at 4 in the morning JUST TO DO HOMEWORK.

5. As I am SO WEIRD, I unknowingly have these hand gestures when i greet people AND. THEY WILL ALL COPY ME YET AGAIN. HAIYOOOOO.

6. I absolutely ABHORRRR CAMWHORING. BUT THESE PEOPLE AKA. SPONGY KEEP TAKING PHOTOS OF ME. 0_o

THAT'S IT. WELL, there's alot more actually.... BUT NVM. SIX ONLY WAAT. :D

The LIMITED PEOPLE I KNOW AND WHOM I SHALL TAG:
-Jacqie
-Lizzie(erm. u do another post arh.)
-Vicky
-Bear
-Syaza
-then I have no idea who has a blog and reads mine :)

SHITE. THERE'S MATH TEST TODAY. DIE.

I GOT SELECTED FOR THE A*STAR INTERVIEW! I AM SOOOOOO DEAD.

I MISS U TOOO JACQIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! :D I will make a point to see you this saturday, kay? WOAHKAY. :D

-NAWALIEEE

ITAAALIAAA

2007-04-01T10:45:00.000+08:00

My older bro told me about this website where you can translate English into another language. THING IS, if you translate THAT to English AGAIN, IT COMES OUT AS. TOTAL RUBBISH. AHAHAHAHAH. :D Lemme show you an example:

I used this paragraph:

'I can't believe i survived. I had a few NUANCES in emotion but i kept a straight face in front of the cg so i guess twas okay. I am SO not going to show how MOODY i am during the first months of school MAN. But have i mentioned of how much i LOVE AND MISSED BEING DEMURE AND RESOLUTE IN TKGS? HAIYAAAAAA. Suddenly blue doesn't seem as nice as green. WAHA EMOOO. :D'

And translated it to Italian. And THEN to English AGAIN.

THIS IS WHAT IT TURNED OUT AS:

'I cannot believe that he is survivor. I have had some SHADINGS in the emotion but I have maintained a straight face the CG so as to fortune teller the twas just. THEREFORE I am not going to show how much MOODY are during the first months of the MAN of the school. But I have pointed out of how much I LOVE and SIG.NA TO BE DEMURE and RISOLUTO IN TKGS? HAIYAAAAAA. The blue does not seem pleasant how much without warning the green. WAHA EMOOO. :D'

DAMN FUNNY SIAH. =D

U SHOULD TRY IT!!!! Babel Fish Translation. YEAH. TIS THE BEST. WAHAHAHA.

Back to LEPAK-ing,
- NAY-wal

The MOODY Period (no pun intended) :D

2007-03-30T22:10:00.000+08:00

And a whole school week has just whizzed by.

I can't believe i survived. I had a few NUANCES in emotion but i kept a straight face in front of the cg so i guess twas okay. I am SO not going to show how MOODY i am during the first months of school MAN. But have i mentioned of how much i LOVE AND MISSED BEING DEMURE AND RESOLUTE IN TKGS? HAIYAAAAAA. Suddenly blue doesn't seem as nice as green. WAHA EMOOO. :D

I think i'm going to be in trouble. I signed up. For. ALOT.

Meridian Scholarship Programme which I have 0.0000000000001% of getting. Cambridge Overseas Programme; another one which i have an INFINITESIMAL chance of getting in. They both have INTERVIEWSSSSSSSSSSSS. EEEEEEEEEEEE. I. DETEST THEM. REPUGNANT THINGGGGS. AHEM. Moving along, the Math Olympiad, the New South Wales Bio Competition, AIYOOOOOO. Some busking thing that i signed up for with my cg to get cip hours. AND. A bio field trip to St John's Island. MAN.

CRAP. I FORGOT I JOINED CHEERLEADING TOO. FOR SPORTS DAY. DIE.

I think i shall conveniently get cramps on practice days or sth. I HOPE AND PRAY. EHEHEH.

Man i miss Charlene and Halima so much. Halima seems so down and depressed. It really seems like we're even closer than in tk ITSELF. HUH. ABSENCE REALLY DOES MAKE THE HEART GROW FONDER. :D WAHA. And i'm meeting up with the BIMBOMAT tmr to go VIVO BABY WOOHOO! EHEH.

I really need to be catching up with my work cause EVERY ONE SEEMS TO BE MUGGING OH MAN. WAT IS WITH THEM. HAIYE. But i usually sleep the moment i reach home. and i'm going to be home at ard six everyday except on Fridays so i guess i have to start DOING MY HW or I will DIE.

I miss TK. Have i mentioned that? AHAHAHAH. WHOOPS SORRY. I think i need to start writing poems again. I've lost touch with my literary side. ALAMAK. AND I'VE GOTTEN SO SINGLISH SINCE I ENTERED MJ MAN. SHEESH.

KK. I have to go sleep now. Or Charlene will be after me tmr. :)

-TK GIRL

GOD my bones ACHE

2007-03-28T05:28:00.000+08:00

So the overseas programme costs only about what. A measly, FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS. MY HEART SERIOUSLY STOPPED BEATING. So SCARYYYY. INTERVIEWWWWWWWWW. TESTIMOOOOONIAL.

You know what THAT means. It MEANS. I EITHER have to ask pH indicator, JOHARA, Tay LL, OR. THE PAE CHEM OR BIO TEACHEEEERRRRR. AND THEY DON'T HAVE A SINGLE CLUE if I'm good enough for this thing that only TWELVE PEOPLE out of A HUNDRED OR SO can go.

I bet RAJ will want the PI prog. I JUST KNOW IT.

I MISS TKGS. T_T

I HATE CO-ED SCHOOL.

I HATE PEOPLE OF THE OPPOSING GENDER.

AYE AYE. But I LOVE the COOL BLUE uniform though. EHEHEH. :D

RANMA HALF. UNAGI. :D

-WALIIIEE

The UPDATE

2007-03-24T11:50:00.000+08:00

WOAH.

I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A LOHOOOONG TIME, HUH.

WELL.

THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH TO TELL.

WHERE DO I START.

I miss tkgs.

I think that about sums it up.

Aiya I think there's just too much politics in co-ed schools. Really. I mean there's already ALOT of soap-opera-dramatics in my cg that I can hardly take. TIS OVERBEARING MAN. -_-"

God I miss talking to Aza, Jacq, Halima, Charlene. Bindi seems so sad in school now. I can't seem to cheer her up. I need to do something for her.... HAIYO. And I don't even see Lizzie 70% of the time. AIYO.

I hate the clique-ing. The new cg versus the old cg plus the boys. GOD. And the idiot Jeremy keeps twitching his EYE AT MEEEEEE. I GAG. AHAHAHAH. The ppl whom I am most comfortable with in the cg aren't even in mj anymore. HAIYE. And I kept thinking that I should've taken 4H2s for some reason. Stupid arses brainwashing MY BRAIN. EHEH.

I miss TKGS. I miss the DARNED GIRLS SCHOOL AND ACTING LIKE A HOOLIGAN.

And i miss coming to school early just to play piano. I can't do that in mj. There isn't even a SICKENING chair to sit on to play e piano which is strategically put in the hall so newbies like me CANNOT PLAY. :( AIYA.

Sounds like i hate mj don't I?

That's weird since I didn't appeal. HURH.

OH WELL.

I have 3 events to go to today. One is to go out with bindi & raghu, the other is to meet up with jacq liz n li shan. The OTHER one is to go out with my cousins to town.
MAN AM I SCREWED. I feel like just skipping all of them just to be fair to all of them.

SHIT.

I think I should finally give up on the waiter. There wasn't anything to start on, really.
Oh well. Platonic relationship, it is.

I really hate the jc life.

-Nawalie

Pure unadulterated bliss :D

2006-11-29T12:12:00.000+08:00

GOOD. GRIEF. TIS. OVER. FINALLY. OFFICIALLY. WAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. :D

I'm EXTREMELY SORRY that I haven't been updating for this long due to my bro
constantly using the comp although he is in his first semester exam and if he screws it up he will have to repeat it for the next semester and even though i have been nagging at him like crazy to study all he can say is "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." and keeps on playing.

Anyways, HOW U DOIN' ?

I had initially thought of an entire list of things to do and places to go after the exams but I haven't even started on any of them. Ehem. And they are:

Things to do:-

Play Final Fantasy X
Play Final Fantasy VII
Watch FFVII Advent Children
Watch Happy Feet
Watch Flushed Away
Watch Casino Royale
Rent Grease
Rent Jerry Maguire
Read Lucky
Buy the new Mitch Albom book
Erm. Can't remember.

Places to go:-

VIVO. YES. I KNOW. STILL HAVEN'T GONE THERE YET.
Escape
ECP camp-over
Sengkang Slumber-over
Mandai
Jurong BP
Victoria Street
Millenia Walk
OPACT

Sorry. Have to keep it in code. EHEHEHEHEHEH. Well, gotta go for now. I'll leave yo with some pics at the Farewell.

Sayonara.

-Walie

[sender] "enjoy the confidence

2006-08-09T16:04:00.000+08:00

[subject] of more explosive errections."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.
some junk mail can just crack me up like nobody's business.

Okay... let's see... Happy Bday Singapore!

Now that that's past us, I am obliged to talk about yesterday's events. But I don't feel like it so lemme just say my fashion parade thing was a disaster, the concert was horrendous but the spirit was splendid. Everyone came in ethnic costumes in 4e7 cept for viv in red-and-white! I think it's partly due to the fact that I brought my cheong sam for samrina way back on the 20th of July (bout 3, 4 weeks before?)... it never hurts to start early.

Anyways, after all the taking photos in class (when we're supposed to be preparing for the CIMO thing) the concert was BADBADBAD. It was hard not to cringe and I felt bad whenever the sec 4s groaned VERY loudly whenever another singalong with the choir was announced to be commenced but SERIOUSLY. horrible, horrible. out of tune. stupid screeching loud speakers. The only fun thing was jozzie liyana charlene and i all taking off our high heels and lining them up nicely on the floor while liyana takes 'artistic' shots of 'em. And I do love prancing around all bare footed like a true indian cha bo.

After the whole thing ended, jacq went off for lishan while aza and i waited with roslyn for nawal's physics remedial to end. Roslyn was apparantly waiting for jillian to return her handphone and wallet (where she was she had no idea) so we all went off for maggie mee and on the way picked up peijun who was waiting for her friends too. i am glad to announce that i spilt not ONE drop of my tom yam soup on my indian Lengha!! 'MAZING. OMG.

Ok so after that aza walie jacq and most of all lishan and i went out to marina square for The Lake House! It was... very korean soap opera ish. Romantic, slow, a tearjerker. And most of all... unrealistic!! hahahha. but once you can see past all that and accept that magic does exist after all, it's a pretty enjoyable film to watch. Jacq, for one, loves it plenty (though she laments the ageing of dear Keanu).. and NAWAL WANTS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO MORGAN. hahahahahaha.

Oh shit gotta go now. Okay so should I watch the NDP on TV later or not..? Decisions, desicions.

National (Camwhoring) Day

2006-08-09T15:51:00.000+08:00

The Endless

2006-07-28T16:14:00.000+08:00

Hey.

Can you BELIEVE that it took SEVEN of Lorelai's posts to realise that I haven't been typing for a LOHONG time. And. Now. WHAT DO I TALK ABOUT AGAIN?

Ahem. Since a blog IS like a journal..... Here it is. I can't define this loathing.....wallowing in. Sorrow? Melancholy? Desolation? Or just WANTING to feel miserable... WAHA. Reminds me of one of the lyrics from Darren Hayes, "Misery is a comfort." I don't know....

I'm confused as you can plainly see.

I get tired easy. I do try to smile all the while in school. But. I keep wondering if this is all a facade. Procrastination. That's what I do. I guess you are right. I tend to be more hostile now for some reason, keeping a calm demeanor in school but at home I am just SO. FULL. OF. Hostility. Intolerance. Chastising people for such insignificant mistakes. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not thinking straight.

My thoughts keep fleeting to this dream of mine on Sunday.

Armageddon. The End. Judgement Day. The day that God has closed the doors on forgiveness. The destruction. It was. Heart-stopping. A moment of disbelief. Pondering whilst running away aimlessly from the impending doom. Running will do no good. It'll only lengthen your imminent fate for a fraction of a second. Crying will do no good. The world will not stop its pandemonium for you. You are ambivalent. Not wanting to accept the reality but helpless to surrender. The bedlam. Both to your surroundings and within you. You cannot pray for dear life as God will no longer hear to your pleas.

ohhhhhhh the hooooorrrrrroorr. ahahah. That wasn't the EXACT feeling I had during that time. The question that popped into my head as I saw a tornado zooming toward me was, "Passport? MY IC MY IC. SO PPL CAN IDENTIFY ME." WAHAHAH. :D

Man I am unmotivated. Declined Lorelai's offer to her house. And I JUST remembered that I'm supposed to go swimming in about fifteen minutes time. With Syaza. SO.

CIAO.

- The (Drained) Daughter

Oh. And I inadvertently fried my right eyeball this morning. Figuratively speaking, of course. =)

Randomness

2006-07-21T16:47:00.000+08:00

^ bedok library
^ whoever said Singaporeans weren't innovative..?

^ the moment I saw this, I couldn't stop laughing
^ the tiger in its cage
^ huge chinese burning offering thingy - this picture makes it look like an explosion tho.. -_-
^ see the two birds preening on the railing? they were unfazed and didn't fly away when I passed them by and walked down the overhead bridge...
^ complete stranger swinging her doggy on the child seat.. =) she complied quite obediently when I asked to take this picture.. haha
^ this picture speaks for itself! =D
^that's a smiley face sticker on the leaf - how it got there, I have no idea...

HOT GIRL ON GIRL ACTION

2006-07-11T19:38:00.000+08:00

Is Siberia Cold?

2006-07-10T22:51:00.000+08:00

It sure feels kinda coldy on my loney here-y......... Mr Burmy.

Today was SO FUN! Acted like, in Jozette's words, "such a bimbo" today. -_-

Ahahaha. OH THAT REMINDS ME. The stupid BACKSIDE SLASHER ISSUE. www.nyehehisback.blogspot.com Read it at her stupid(!!) miserable(!!) sod of a blog if you must.. WHOEVER IS READING THIS.

Where was I? Oh yes, the prom dress unofficial outing today! HAha. After school, Charlene and I went to Macs to eat (first 10 mins) and talk (last 45 mins). =) Then we decided to get off our asses to walk around Parkway for a while to possibly digest the Genetically Modified Meat and other "Meat Products". Then for some reason (after bumping into Fatin Atiq Nariah shopping for bras more than once) we went into Isetan.. and tried on $129 dresses. It was black. There were buttons. It was chic. There were lil cute pleats. IT WAS GORGEOUS. Though when Jozette and Amanda came over they had mixed opinions.. #1 "Oh, I feel so inadequate standing next to them, they look like models!" and #2 "OMG that looks like a waitress uniform at Starbucks or something." Oh yes, almost forgot- Joz took a picture of us! HAhA. Well we'll see if those waitresses looked sexy nonetheless LOL.
In the end we regretfully put it back (we so wanted to try more if it weren't for the sour faced fake green contact lenses dressing room woman)..

Then, afterwards, ~~we dropped into a quiet little place and had a drink or two~~, we bumped into SQUISHY (nawal) and whitepanty! (azzah) shopping for former's birthday present! Azzah is the person you'd go to if you want a present you need. Or anything you can think of (you just have to unabashedly say it out). =) Seriously, she spent, what, $40 on the Fruits Basket mangas for me? And now, she splurged on a pair of sports shoes for nawal.. around the same amount too! She is the most generous, straight business person I know.

Anyways, we all went back to ISETAN (whatever that means) again and fortunately there was a change in the dressing room staff (a much nicer older auntie) so we went ALL OUT and tried on at least 4 dresses each. (nawal kept saying "a WHILE only ARHH" and "OK LAST ONE ARH" but of course she couldn't resist giving in to her girlish side we all know is there hiding behind the recent freshly mowed soccer geek facade) HAHAHA. WE ALL LOVED THE 129. Seriously! Not so interesting theory: HIGHER cost = BETTER look. The rest were NOT BAD but were all sort of crying out HURRYBUYUSANDCLEARTHESTOCK. Esp those with only ONE size left.. I don't know my size. I put on a size 7 and a size 4 of the same dress and see no difference. Maybe because the 129 is really THAT GOOD. HAHAHA. And oh my god, SQUISHY has such a nice figure! So slim! (IdonotsounlikejacqowIdonotsounlikejacqowIdonotsounlikejacqow) And Aza's, uh, wonderful endowment! .. And Charlene's model thin legs!

I really can't wait for prom night though I dread all the messy details like hair (youknowme) and makeup shiat.. Arghh.. But of course the BIG O always comes first.

Watch this space for hot dressing room action! HAHA. NO lah, just pictures and WILL YOU PEOPLE READ GOODNESS SAKE.

- ELINOR/ elizabe*thong

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 4/7

2006-07-05T00:25:00.000+08:00

HAhaha.. Nobody would've noticed if Vivienne hadn't scribbled it on the board this morning (slipping in a "OweMoneyPayMoney" note on the side too).

Don't you just love my class?

Anyways, CHINESE ORAL WAS TODAY.

I think I majorly messed up, big-time, stupendously, trainwreckingly etc. It's just this THING I have.. When I try too hard to impress, I get depressed when I mess up just ONE word, and it's all downhill from there.. aHaha.

BUT I'm glad to say it's finally over, and I have no intention of uttering another chinese word from here on till.. I dunno, do they have Orals in A levels?

Meanwhile.. should I stay up to watch the 2:50 WORLD CUP SEMI FINAL ITALIAA vs GERMANY??

Hmmm, maybe I should sleep now, then wake up later and don't go back to sleep. That will amount to about.. 3 hours sleep.

Shall ask SQUISHY what she plans to do..

*15 minutes and one birthday email msg later*

I think she chose the second option! Oh no, is it too late to start sleeping??

Ciao! Auf Wiedersehen!

Hello.

2006-06-22T01:52:00.000+08:00

The next time somebody asks me why I slouch I'm gonna say right to their face : "It's the only way I can get closest to the fetal position upright, you see.."

GOD.

Someone also once told me I can never look angry. (Weeell, seeing as to how I took that as a compliment instead of shooting dagger eyes.. I'd admit a certain degree of culpability on my part.)

Anyways, to prove her (and myself) wrong, I took some pictures of my face contortions. I had half a mind to post them here but well I've got to admit, they're rather embarrassing..

I looked constipated in every one of them.

Isn't it frightfully saddening how the highest effort I put into making an angry expression makes me look like I'm furious of a piece of shit that won't come out?

The irony, really.

Yours Painfully,
Lizzie/Lizzy

(at the back of the Pride and Prejudice vcd it's the formal, the book, the latter)
(why i'm saying this, i have no idea)

It's my LIFE.. it's now or never...

2006-06-21T23:02:00.000+08:00

*Lorelai's Life: The Soundtrack*
Opening credits:	Cell Block Tango - Chicago Sountrack
Waking up:	Every Morning - Sugar Ray, Milk and Cereal - G Love And Special Sauce
Average day:	Maybe Tomorrow - Stereophonics, Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz
First date:	Somethin' Stupid - Frank & Nancy Sinatra or Robbie Williams & Nicole Kidman, I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles
Falling in love:	Liquefy - The Servant, The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice, She's the One - Robbie Williams
Love scene:	La La - Ashlee Simpson (HAHA), Smooth - Santana/Rob Thomas, and of course, L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole
Fight scene:	Theme from Mortal Kombat Encounter the Ultimate) - Immortals =D
Breaking up:	I'll never fall in love again - Dionne Warwick, (Hey, won't you play) Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song - B.J. Thomas, Breaking My Heart - Aqualung
Getting back together:	Come What May - Nicole Kidman/Ewan McGregor
Secret love:	Strange & Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell on You) - Aqualung, No Good for Me - The Corrs
Life's okay:	It's Gonna Rain - BONNIE PINK, Hey Jude - The Beatles
Mental breakdown:	Lemon Tree - Fool's Garden
Driving:	Come Pick Me Up - Ryan Adams
Learning a lesson:	Long Ride Home - Patty Griffin
Deep thought:	Emo Kid - Adam & Andrew (like, my brain's a real deep abyss, you know?)
Flashback:	Once upon a December - Deanna Carter
Partying:	Jerk it Out - The Caesars, You Could Have It So Much Better/Michael/This Boy/etc - Franz Ferdinand (any FF song, actually)
Happy dance:	I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts - Monty Python
Regretting:	First of May - Bee Gees, Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
Long night alone:	Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole, Before the next teardrop falls - Freddy Fender
Death scene:	Don't Cry For Me Argentina - Andrew Lloyd Webber =P
Closing credits:	La Vie En Rose - Louis Armstrong
Take this survey Find more surveys You've been totally Bzoink*d

I have visions like no other
So romantic you'll discover

I wanna take you for granted
Drift while you're talking
Bathe while you're downstairs
And chat on the phone
Fall asleep before bedtime
Pass in the hallway
Forget your birthday
And shrink all your clothes

Did I say that out loud?

-Elizabeth ~~Darcy~~

Didaskaleinophobia

2006-06-20T19:34:00.000+08:00

That's the same of our condition, people!!

The fear of going (back) to school.

ARRRRGGGHHHHHH.

Here's a fun trick to play on a Sesquipedalophobic (fear of long words) person.. Tell him the exact name of his condition!

WAhaHAHaha.

Okay, why am I being so lame? Well, I sure hope you aren't Panophobic.

-L

Euphoria

2006-06-17T09:23:00.000+08:00

HOLY SH*********************************************************T.

OH MY F*************************************NG GOD.

IT WAS SIMPLY.................. INDESCRIBABLE.

ARGENTINA BEAT SERBIA & MONTENEGRO 6 TO NIL.

Well, I AM talking about football. What ELSE could I be talking about, RIIIIGHHHT? =)

Six minutes into the game and already there was one goal.

The SECOND goal...... it was simply. SPECTACULAR. Them with their back heels and what-nots. GOOD GOD. THEY WERE UNSTOPPABLE.

Erm. I could give you the play-by-play for that shot but..... I FORGOT THEIR NAMES. They are just so darn non-english-ey. But the guy who did the back-heel to his team-mate who scored had two Serb defenders sticking to him like glue. SO IT WAS SUPERB. WAHAHAHA. OHHHH. They did 24 PASSES before they scored that shot. SO FREAKING MANY CAN.

The THIRD shot is a little hazy in my little head so please forgive my short-term memory loss...... EHEH.

OHHHHHHH. I REMEMBER IT NOW. HE SCORED THE FIRST SHOT TOOOO. FANTASTIC MAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

And to the Serbs relief twas half-time.

My brother and I laughed like crazy when the commentator said that it was like as if Argentina could score anytime they wanted. And we didn't laugh only because of that. There was this commercial which was INSANELY funny. It was promotng some cream to help firm up your face or something like that... I didn't catch it. But my brother did. And this was what he told me, " I think this product is very effective because I lost 1.5cm of my face." WAHAHAHAHAAH. I LAUGHED TILL I CRIED. THEN he told me that he does understand why an ugly man would want to lost 1.5cm of his face. As a good-looking guy would want to have more of his face. Then I told my mum that we really need to work hard for this english-speaking campaign-thing if Singaporeans can't even express their thoughts PROPERLY. SHEESH.

Where was I? Ah yes, the FOURTH SHOT. LOVERLY MESSI WAS SUBBED IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
They call him, the 'Boy Wonder.' He was stupendously fast even though he just recovered from an injury. He passed the ball to Crespo and IT WENT IN THE NET!!!!!!!!!! And 2 or 3 defenders missed the passing ball by a margin.

THE FIFTH ONE WAS AMAZING. My bro and I dubbed him,'The Guy with Lack of Teeth' cause we really couldn't remember his name, and ALSO because he really DOES have lack of teeth; his front tooth was massively chipped. TWO SERB DEFENDERS tried to snatch the ball away but twas too measly an attempt to STOP The-Guy-With-Lack-Of-Teeth. His footwork was OH MY F***ING GOD type of extraordinary. The goalkeeper too was helpless. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Magnifique.

WE HAVE NOW COME TO THE SIXTH ONE. By this time, the commentator thought it was as if the Argentines were having their own competition to see who could score next. :DDDDD And the winner is............... LIONEL MESSI. DO YOU KNOW HE IS JUST EIGHTEEN FREAKING YEARS OLD AND THIS IS IS FERST WORLD CUP BUT WHEN HE WAS SUBSTITUTED IN IN THE LAST TEN MINUTES THEY COULD SCORE THREE GOALS. GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME.

Okay, okay, I shall stop being hyperactive now. But now I am supposrting ARGENTINA all the way man. I shall share about Diego Maradona some other time. He was the one who helped Argentina win the World Cup many years ago. :DDDDDD

- The (World-Cup Fever) Daughter

The World Cup Disease

2006-06-13T19:55:00.000+08:00

Just a quickie today.

Italy won Ghana 2-nil. WAHAHAHAHAHA.

ITALIAAAAAAAAA.

That's all. =DDD

OH. And remember to watch the Brazil match tonight.... I mean tmr morning. At 3. ENJOY!!!

Coz I'm a BIG ASS mother LIKER. :D

- R.

Shrimp roe feels like RUBBER

2006-06-12T19:42:00.000+08:00

Yo YO MAN.

I haven't been updating this for a LOOONG time. And lorelai's love confession didn't count as a post, for your info.

Well, you MAY know by now that THERE ARE ONLY 2 WEEKS LEFT TILL SCH REOPENS. Dang. And I still haven't shown my parents my report book. Let's just not think about that right now. EHEH EHEH.

I have realised that bonding with my elder brother DOES have dire consequences. Like the over-exposure of swearing. SERIOUSLY. I think of the word, fuck, once in every hour. OR MORE. Horrible. Partly because of jacqueline too of course. :D

I had this rubbish of a headache yesterday. I fell asleep after returning from the library with labs. I literally jumped when my mother screamed at me to wash the dishes at around 7. Then there was a strange pang of..... pain in my head. It was unbearable. I had to hold on to the cabinet above the sink to stand upright. I had no idea what the fuck was wrong with me. I thought it would subside after a while so i picked up a dish to wash but this time the pain just intensified a thousand fold. And it was as if the heat was rushing out of my ears. So i thought, to hell with the dishes, and sat down. The pain was killing me. My mum tried to massage away the pain but IT'S NOT IN THE SHOULDERS IT'S IN THE HEAD. Anyway, shockingly, the massage didn't work.

But sooner or later it did recede after my mum kept stuffing my mouth with food.

Moving on to a fairly happier subject, I FINISHed READING GUN SELLER!!!!!!!!!11111ONEONEONEONE HEHEHEHEHE. I LOOOOVE Robert-I mean THOMAS Lang-without the DON- and i have NO IDEA why he said he was in love with that spoil brat Sarah. ME LIKE RONNIE. They are good together. =) I cannot believe how absorbed I was into the book. I slept the first night at 3.30 and the second night at 2.30. AND I FINISHED IT IN THE MORN!!! WAHAHAHA.

I need to read another book. I want kite runner!!! But i still haven't bought it yet, though.

And i FINALLY have realised that quite many females do not revel in the excitement that is the FIFA WORLD CUP. I mean, IT'S INTERSTING LARH WALAU. Especially when i watch it with my cousins. AND the uncle. He is simply....... indescribable. HE keeps watching the match although stating that the results of WHO is to win the cup have already been drawn up and that the whole thing is nothing but a FAKE. Take the example of the finals 4 years ago. He was like, OBVIOUSLY Brazil will win. Then he bet that Brazil would win Germany 2-1. At the end of the day, twas 2-nil. And STILL he said that HE KNEW it would be that very score. All my cousins and I could do were the obligatory eye roll. AHAHA. And HE HAS ARISEN AGAIN. But this time to his son-in-law. HAHAHAH THAT SUCKER WHO LOVES MAN U/BECKHAM. My uncle exclaimed that Beckham was nothing but a fake with well-groomed hair. WAHAHAHA.

WOAHKAY. I'll stop here. I'm currently snooping around for new Sue/Bobby fanfics. I LOVE AUSSIES!!! EHEHEHEH. RICK PETERS IS CUUUTE. =D

Can't wait till Brazil plays.

- (Agoraphobic) Rorie

I LOVE Hana Yori Dango

2006-05-30T21:45:00.000+08:00

Or, the japanese version of Meteor Garden. (though the story was adapted from a manga in the first place).

Yeah MAN. Rui (Hua Ze Lei) looks so totally hot! So cute- though his mouth a tad on the smallish side but who cares! It's not like I'm ever gonna get the chance to kiss him, anyways, right? :P

My new wallpaper:

HAHAHA. That is one handsome kid. (Sexy tongue too, ainnit?)

:D ilovehimilovehimilovehimilovehimilovehimilovehimilovehimilovehim.

NO STOPIT. I will NOT turn into one of those j or k or z whatever drama freak crushing on pixels. SOOoo unglam! HAHA. Oh god, but nothing can compare to my mom.. actually at her age dreaming of Jerry Yan or Edmund Chen hugging her. God's sake. I think one of the reasons they broke up was cuz my father was an Oldies guy while my mom listened to Ah Mei, F4, Jolin Tsai and my old Britney albums.. I mean c'mon.

-L(ovehim!)

p.s. VICKAY! i just realized why he only ate shaved apples!! it's cuz his mouth isn't big enough to take a bite off the apple itself!! HAHA. oh god.. it's too adorable.

p.s.s. NOＲＯＲＩＥＴＨＩＳＤＯＥＳＮＯＴＭＥＡＮＩ'VEGIVENUPONJAMIEOLIVER=D

The 'O's SUCK FRUIT!!!

2006-05-29T15:45:00.000+08:00

REMINDER: Just Breathe

When shouts are heard
from the room,
The shriek of her voice
ringing in your ears
Breathe
Just breathe

When your mind
goes racing,
The palpable tension
threatening to choke
Breathe
Just breathe

When she lashes out
at you;
destitute of mirth,
When the harsh words
penetrate you
Breathe
Just breathe

When tears fall
from your eyes,
When the peace inside
has escaped you
Remember to

Breathe
Just breathe.

Gotta go. MY LOVERLY X-MEN AWAITS. EHEHE.

-R.

"A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction" - Mason Cooley

2006-05-26T23:26:00.000+08:00

(this is for YOU jacq!)

What causes the noise when you crack a joint?

Your joints can make a variety of sounds: popping, cracking, grinding, and snapping. The joints that "crack" are the knuckles, knees, ankles, back, and neck. There are different reasons why these joints "sound off".

Escaping gases: Scientists explain that synovial fluid present in your joints acts as a lubricant. The fluid contains the gases oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon dioxide. When you pop or crack a joint, you stretch the joint capsule. Gas is rapidly released, which forms bubbles. In order to crack the same knuckle again, you have to wait until the gases return to the synovial fluid.
Movement of joints, tendons and ligaments: When a joint moves, the tendon’s position changes and moves slightly out of place. You may hear a snapping sound as the tendon returns to its original position. In addition, your ligaments may tighten as you move your joints. This commonly occurs in your knee or ankle, and can make a cracking sound.
Rough surfaces: Arthritic joints make sounds caused by the loss of smooth cartilage and the roughness of the joint surface.

Is joint cracking harmful? If you are feeling pain when your joints pop, than you should seek a health care professional. In terms of knuckle cracking, some studies show that knuckle cracking does not cause serious harm. Other studies show that repetitive knuckle cracking can do some damage to the soft tissue of the joint. It may also lead to a weak grip and a swelling hand.

Lightning!

The saying "lightning never strikes twice in the same place" is false. The Empire State Building is struck by lightning on average 100 times each year, and was once struck 15 times in 15 minutes.
Jim Caviezel, the actor who played Jesus in the film The Passion of the Christ, is reported to have been struck twice by lightning during shooting. The assistant director Jan Michelini was struck twice.
Although commonly associated with thunderstorms, lightning strikes can occur on any day, even in the absence of clouds.

Yaaawwn.

Why do we yawn? Why do our eyes water when we yawn? And, Why is yawning contagious?

Some have observed that if you try to stifle or prevent a yawn by clenching your jaws shut, the yawn is unsatisfying. As such, the stretching of jaw and face muscles seems to be necessary for a good yawn.

The yawn reflex is often described as contagious: if one person yawns, this will cause another person to "sympathetically" yawn. The reasons for this are unclear; however, recent research suggests that yawning might be a herd instinct. Other theories suggest that the yawn serves to synchronize mood behavior among gregarious animals, similar to the howling of the wolf pack during a full moon. It signals tiredness to other members of the group in order to synchronize sleeping patterns and periods of activity. It can serve as a warning in displaying large, canine teeth. This phenomenon has been observed among various primates. This threat gesture is a way of maintaining order in that primates' social structure. The contagion of yawning is interspecific (i.e., try yawning in front of your dog). Yawning in public is generally regarded as impolite in the West, but came into fashion in polite French society for a brief period in the late 18th century. Oddly, sometimes sympathetic yawning may be caused by simply looking at a picture of a person or animal yawning, or even seeing the word "yawn".

Uncommon superstitions on yawning:

The Ancient Greeks believed that yawning was not a sign of boredom, but that a person's soul was trying to escape from its body, so that it may rest with the gods in the skies.
Counting a person's teeth robs them of one year of life for every tooth counted. This is why some people cover their mouths when they laugh, smile, or yawn.
If two persons are seen to yawn one after the other, it is said that the one who yawned last bears no malice towards the one who yawned first.
A number of supposed alien abductees have claimed that after their extraterrestrial experience they stopped yawning. Suggesting that with out the ablility to yawn they do not feel right, or even healthy.
Some people hold the superstition that when you yawn, someone just walked over your future grave site or the future grave site of your children.

IT IS SO TOTALLY WEIRD. While reading the whole Wikipedia page on yawning, I kept yawning so much I was afraid of going into cardiac arrest. (Too much yawning indicates heart problems, btw.) Esp when I saw the pictures of the animals yawning. HAHA.

Or... maybe because it's already past midnight?

-LIZerlai

p.s. HOW TO continue your lucid dream! (and how to control your dreams, etc)

You should have a clear purpose for your lucid dreams whenever you go to sleep. In other words, every night you consider what you want to do when you have a lucid dream, and select one thing, or perhaps two or three if you are skilled. Avoid this:

"What am I gonna do what am I gonna do? I wanna fly, walk through walls, eat until my stomach explodes, spy on my neighbours, drive in a car real fast, woooeeey I'm gonna . . ."

You will either end up doing none of these things in your dream or simply wake up from overexcitement.

help!

2006-05-26T20:15:00.000+08:00

Will you ever try breast milk?

This guy has (among many other things), and lives to tell the tale. It's from his own frickin wife some more! Go check it out!
http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/cat_steve_dont_eat_it.php
OH god. My mother just told me that Christina's husband drank hers too!! EEEEEEWW. i did NOT need to know that, thank you very much.

"The following picture is a swear-to-God-unretouched-side-by-side comparison of a normal kernel of corn and an infected huitlacoche kernel, both from the same can":

oh man oh man.

AND THAT'S ONLY ONE. The whole can?

"Don't worry, I checked the ingredients before I tasted it. 'Smoker's lung' was not on there."

HAHAHAHA.

Anyways, thanks vicky for the link! (i dunno how she finds great stuff like this all the time)

OKKAAY. Today was the last day of school (doesn't feel like it, though, what with coming back on Monday for the dreaded MT Os) and we had the "Meet the Parents" event/occasion/activity?/session! Erm but it's only for selected pupils (those REEALLY cham ones) according to subject. I had to meet Miss Yeo with my mommy (was soo not looking forward to it after i read vick's blog on HER meet the parents'). But it went okay.. Miss Yeo talked about working your hardest on a subject you're not planning to drop and all that- actually I was the one who brought up 'dropping'. And surprisingly, I was talking to her much more than my mom. Haha! Might be a good thing.. (My mom told me afterwards she almost said 'No good that means you teach not good lah' like, WHAT THE.)

It was kinda embarrassing but I felt ~~PUBIC~~ SUCHA great relief afterwards. It was like someone FINALLY noticed my maths wasn't so hot and all. I can't describe it.

Hmm. Well, it was something like choking on a 'string'/strand of spinach wrapped around your tonsil and nobody else knows until you or someone finally pulls it out- rather uncomfortably but it's out nevertheless. It's fantastic. Btw, I know because it happened to me once- the only true time (besides today when a Pizza Hut motorcycle charged round the bend near sch) when I thought I was going to die, right there and then. My heart never beat so fast before.

Anyways guess what. I'm eating spinach right here and now and "I am not afraid." (what movie is this from again? Dungeons and Dragons?) It deserves a second chance like me, right?

Now.. does A maths deserve one too?

I'm seriously thinking about dropping- I thought what with getting an A1 for semester one last year- I had a chance of passing and stuff. But damn. That F9 really marrs the whole record (of straight Bs more or less. HAHA). ARGH. But it's like, GIVING UP. And I ain't no quitter.

Any advice?

piss off, penises!

2006-05-14T12:18:00.000+08:00

hahaha. erm yeah well that's one more thing to check off my list of To Do's!

~~Get molested in crowded MRT train~~

yeah man. wished jacq and i like kicked his dick and deflated his chestnuts. or SOMETHING.

UUUGGGHHH. GROSS.

but other than that... Krishnan's Dairy was today! I CANNOT BELIEVE no one told me it wasn't about THE ENGLISH TEACHER, our literary text. i went around explaining to people, "Oh, it's Dairy because remember the first chapter when he said he 'lived as a cow'? Yeah, like a pun."

DARN. How am i gonna show my face tomorrow.

Anyways, the play was fantastic! I would have cried if I didn't keep looking up in the theatre or if someone, say Roslyn beside me, cried along. HAHA. How i wished Jacq Ow was there!

SHOOT it's late! Must be up bright n early tmr to tao more marks from teachers!

More on K's Milk soon.

-L

lalala

2006-05-12T11:07:00.000+08:00

What Your Face Says

At first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.
Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.
With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.
In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.
In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.

What Do People Think Of Your Face?

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"I dunno, press the button and find out."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

Your IQ Is 110

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average
Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Average

A Quick IQ Test

Your Personality Profile

You are funky, outdoorsy, and down to earth.While you may not be a total hippie...You're definitely one of the most free spirited people around.
You are very impulsive - every day is a new adventure.However, you do put some thought behind all your actions.Still, you do tend to shock and offend people from time to time!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Your French Name is:

Eloise Clermont

What's Your French Name?

Your Japanese Name Is...

Ayame Saionji

What's your Japanese Name?

Your Stripper Song Is

My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas
"Whatcha gonna do with all that junk All that junk inside that trunk.I'ma get get get get you drunk Get you love drunk off my hump "
You get a lot more than Seven jeans for your humps.

What Song Should You Strip To?

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.
Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut

You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.

What Donut Are You?

You Are a Frappacino

At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern
At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent
You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet
Your caffeine addiction level: low

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

Your Theme Song is Beautiful Day by U2

"Sky falls, you feel likeIt's a beautiful dayDon't let it get away"
You see the beauty in life, especially in ordinary everyday moments.And if you're feeling down, even that seems a little beautiful too.

What's Your Theme Song?

Your Birthdate: March 2

You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive.
Your strength: Your universal compassion
Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings
Your power color: Mauve
Your power symbol: Butterfly
Your power month: February

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Your Scholastic Strength Is Developing Ideas

You can take a spark of inspiration and turn it into a full fledged concept.You are talented at brainstorming, visualizing, organizing, and independent thinking.
You should major in:
Natural sciencesComputer scienceCreative writingMathArchitectureJournalism

What Should You Major In?

Your Hair Should Be Orange

Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

Your 1920's Name is:

Amalia Luvenia

What's Your 1920's Name?

Who Should Paint You: Gustav Klimt

Sensual and gorgeous, you would inspire an enchanting portrait..With just enough classic appeal to be hung in any museum!

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer

Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans.At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners.And while you like attention, you value your privacy.You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

All American Kid

Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.
You were well rounded and well liked in high school.

Who Were You In High School?

- L.

peanut butter, gilmore girls, inflating egos, and lots of tears

2006-05-07T13:41:00.000+08:00

10:06
I'm scared. My bro n mum had a really big shouting match. And me bro screamed so loudly that i think he cried.

10:39
If you’re not gonna reply then forget it. Nvm then.

OH MY GOD. What happened? What were they shouting about? I’m sorry for the late reply.. I was in the bathroom.

NAWAL? Are you alright/there?

Oh snap. I blew it, didn't i?

10:49
Erm. Nothing. It all started coz my granny accidentally dropped glass while doing the dishes.... I suck at self-efficacy so i'll just shut up now.

HUH - WHAT DOES BEING INDEPENDANT GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING?

It’s the mental resilience thing.. the ‘reaching out’ part. It’s theoretically proven that I suck at it.

10.59
" a self-effacing person does not want to be noticed by other people and tends not to talk about their abilities or achievements." still, there's no need to be self-contained! let it all out on me!

11:08
Haha. Very funny. Well my bro went down at eleven to do god-knows-wat. My granny slipped. Mother scolds son. Son blows. REALLY BLOWS. Strains voice/chokes. Son’s voice suddenly dies down. Mother lectures- starts shouting. Granny scolds mother. And all that while I thought Son charged outside to jump off the 22nd storey.

11:16
And I realized while waiting for your reply that u can’t always be there even though we’re supposed to be bf/mother-daughter. Aza needs u. So does jacq. Bindi has neeraj. Halima goes to bindi. My father just stones himself. My brother broodes. My mother…. She’s a handful. And no I am not for counseling.

So he went off after the shoutings? Is he still out now?

Yeah. To run himself down with a car or hitch with a hooker.

11.27
Oh god... this is.. huge.. if i didn't know better, i'd say-i don't know wat i'll say. i'm not making any sense am i. I'M SURE your bro won't do those things... to spite ur mom, or whatever. he just needs to calm down, n stuff. as 4 u i'm kinda hurt by that msg of yours.. u think im some paid counsiller sod? dividing tym betw her CLIENTS?

11:35
Ahaha. I GUESS. It’s just that everyone has their own problems and I don’t want to burden them with MINE. I’m saying that u’re the go-to person when ther [e are problems esp. with aza and jacq. And I feel…. NEEDY and selfish if I RANT my blah.]

11.44
and even though i can't read the second half of that msg and it's totally embarassing.. *HUGS* that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. nawal, you have a good heart. this rough patch will even out, and let's all hope it's soon enough, whoakay?

11:52
Woahkay is ONLY used as an ANSWER to something. Not as a QUESTION. U were just WAITING 4 me to say that when u typed e sms WEREN’T U? knew it. Fine, FINE. I shall say that that is BEST thing that anyone has said that I am WEEPING with joy right now whilst a Gilmore girls’ theme song is playing in my head rite now. And I’m practicing my signing. Meheh.

11:59
And I’ve never cried so much my entire life todae that my eyelids are sore from all the rubbing.

11.59
HAHA. AW YOU'RE MAKING ME TEAR UP. STOP, STOP! darn.

12:01
AHAHAHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGA. GOT TO YOU TOO DIDN’T IT? :D MAHA.

12.02
If u're out on the road, feeling lonely and so cold.... All you have to do is call my name and i'll be there on the next train... If you need, i will follow... Anywhere, that you tell me to... If you need, you need me to be with you.... I will follow.. Where you lead.... =)

12:04
AWWWWW. U’RE MAKING ME CRY AGAIN. NOW U DUNNIT. MY EYELIDS WILL BE SO HEAVY THAT I WON’T BE ABLE TO OPEN MY EYES TMR.

12.07
HAHAHAHA! ROTFL - ROTFC TOO. SHEESH. this.. is simply priceless.

12:09
And u know that I know that u noe that I noe that I noe that george Michael noes that maebe noes that I noe that u noe that I DO NOT say mushy stuff but……. Evilizabeth Rachel Ong Shoe-ling, I THINK –THINK ONLI ARH- that u are the bestest friend that I have EVER had. And all this mushy stuff is making me HUNGRY….

12:11
Priceless is a GREAT way to put it…. :D

12.16
HAHA. OH GOD YOU'RE TERRIBLE. my face is aching from SMILING so much. AND NOW I FEEL HUNGRY TOO! crap. let's lyk have a late nite peanut butter snack shall we?! :)))

12.17
i feel so loved. HAHA. AND LOVING. IT. sorry, couldn't resist.

12:18
WHOAKAY. ALAMAK. NO MORE PEANUT BUTTER. Then the tomato soup then…. :D

12:20
Good GOD UR EGO IS INFLATING. Maybe I SHOULDN’t haf sent that sms then…..

12.20
i feel so sneaky n bad! cuz i just threw away ALOT of leftovers just now

12.34
what do they call these kinda food.. ? comfort food, that's right. b4 you know it, they'd be manufacturing little lizzie bars. $6 a box.

12.39
Peazzie butters and whatnot. OH SOMEBODY STOP ME.

12:39
YAY. EAT OREDI. :D and me bro’s back.

12.40
HURRAH! OKAY SO.. what'd you do now..?

12:47
EGO. HUGE. HUMONGOUS. U. GARGANTIOUS. Tut. I hate being MUSHY. U MAKE ME FEEL BAD BOUT SENDING THE BEST FRIEND SMS. AND U NEVER RECIPROCATE. :( me bro n I watching hbo. :)

12.49
I DID, I DID! DIDN'T YOU GET THAT "BEST CLIENT" SMS? yay, good 4 you, nothing lyk tv 4 sibling bondings.

12:56
Where got BEST CLIENT WAN? No haf onli. :D and we keep laughing bout the ‘nick of time’ n ‘baadshah’ similarities. U GOT WATCH B4?

01.00
nope, i haven't. anyways i declared NAWALIE "RORIE" HASHIM to be the BESTEST client Ms. Liz will ever have.. congrats! cert will be ready by monday. =) Right, now go INFLATE while enjoying e movie!

01:03
YAY!! :DDDDD WOW. I GOT LOW BATT NOW. GD NITE!!!! :DDD LOVE Ya MUMMY/GF!

01:05
HAHAHA. XOXO L-O-L-O-L-O-VE YA TOO HONEY!

01:08
YAY. WAT A LOVERLY FRIENDSHIP WE HAVE. :D

01:09
ABSOLUTELY. WE ARE TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY IN LOVE W EACH OTHER OR STH.

01:14
YARH. GOOD GOD U’VE TURNED ME INTO A FAG. I WILL HATE MYSELF FOREVER.

01:16
HAHAHAHA!!! N UR DA FAG BASHER SOMEMORE.. WE'LL NEVER STOP AT THIS RATE

01:18
I EVEN THINK I'LL BE DREAMING OF U SOON. HORRIBLE. HEP ME.

0:20
WAHAHAHA. the bed bugs will come to me when i think of you! oh no!

01:22
NAY! NOW I WILL THINK OF U WHEN I BOARD 43 INSTEAD OF CRACKERS. GOD HELP ME.

01:25
OH MAN STOP CRACKIN ME UP! get it?? crack, crackers? WAHA. damn.

01:32
i now know why i can't seem to fall asleep.. my bra's hooked! once i unhook it i'm sure to fall into a deep slumber.. so, i a thousand times adieu, i won't say gdnite till it be morow!

THAT WAS DISGUSTING
and HENG i never reply if not i would have slept at THREE.

FINI

I'm Hungry.... Love Vienna

2006-05-07T09:50:00.000+08:00

FIRSTLY, I NEED to comment about the previous entry by Lorelai:

HOLY***********************.

Emo kid. Is. A. Fag.Got.

SICKO.

And, WAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING READING FRUITS BASKET FANFICS. House? I can understand. STFBEye? I'm ALL for it. :D But FURUBA?????? MAN you need better hobbies.

I've finished NOW. :D And you know WAD? House is the NUMBER ONE DRAMA SHOW!!!!! YAYAYYYYYYYYY!!! It was by tv.com. And the FUNNIER revelation is??? STFBEYE GOT NUMBER 15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHA. IT ACTUALLY BEAT LOST TOO. Amazing.

Well jacq and lorelai came over yesterday to watch arrested and JEEVES AND WOOSTER. And I realised how much I LOVE arrested devpt and how jeeves and wooster was not as funny as I thought it would be. But I watched some snippets with my bro and it was HILAROUS. Oh well, the next eppies will be better LARH. RIGHT??? Yesh, I couldn't doubt the great LAURIE whose acting has resulted in the BEST SHOW WITH A 9.3 OUT OF A TEN. Wahaha.

And the smile just..... disappeared after the both left.

My dad reached home just after I sent them to the bus stop.....

This will take long.

Well, nothing ACTUALLY happened until ten.

I was ironing for an hour and practically slept the second i plopped onto the bed. Half-hour later, I heard a crash. Granny slipped onto the floor while doing dishes and broke glass. Mother scolds son. Son SUDDENLY has an outburst. I mean this is REAL shocking. He usually just stones and numbs himself during these occasions. But Son keeps on screaming. This happened at ten fifteen.

He kept screaming and I swear I thought I heard him choke.

Then he just.... fell silent.

I just froze in my bedroom. Listening. For movement. For ANYTHING. But I couldn't hear anything. I thought he went outside but I would have heard him going through the door. I just started weeping.

I smsed lorelai but after ten/fifteen minutes of nothing i just switched off my phone. And I just prayed. For my brother's safety. That he doesn't do anything rash. I needed him to keep me from my mother. Away from her. My father was in his room sleeping, I guess.

Then I heard Mother's voice. She's lecturing Son. The voice grows in volume. Then Granny joins in. Another shouting match ensues.

Eleven o'clock: Son asks for the card downstairs. Puzzlement is evident on my face. I switch on my hp again. Two smses from lizzie. And we...... talked. The bond of friendship was being tested, I guess.

12.30 am: The MUSHY stuff was making me hungry. Went out to eat. Bro was in front. Joined him in watching the election. And watched 'Nick of Time' on hbo. We cracked up jokes between the movie and 'Baadshah'; a Bollywood movie. About how unoriginal Bollywood movies. And we initially thought that the english-version was a copycat of the hindi movie. And he kept saying that johnny depp would break into a song throughout the movie. It was real funny actually. At one we watched anthony bourdain's no reservations. And laughed our asses off. Lizzie and I kept cracking each other up too. :)

I slept at freaking TWO in the moring TODAY. And Mother woke me up at SEVEN for my early morn prayers. I COULDN'T GET BACK TO SLEEP AFTER THAT. And GOODNESS my body was seriously exhausted when I prayed so I had to get up REAL slowly. And now I'm TYPING. And I keep starting each sentence with an 'AND' which I find antagonising. I have to stop that habit.

I haven't done any homework. DEAD. AND I AM SO TIRED. So I guess I'll just have to WING IT for religious class and tmr. My head hurts. And I SWEAR that my eyelids are twice as heavy today. :D

WOAH. This post is LONG. CAN LARH. And I suddenly remembered many songs that I love and one of them is from 13 Going on 30 SOUNDTRACK. I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DL THAT. :D And I finally did!! MAha.

A preview with the lyrics. It's entitled Vienna by Billy Joel:

Slow down
You crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you’re so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid
Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?
You better cool it off, before you burn it out
You got so much to do, and only so many hours in a day
But you know that when the truth is told,
That you can get what you want or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get half way through
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you

Slow down
You're doin fine
You can’t be everything you wanna be before your time
Although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight
Too bad that is the life you lead
You’re so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you're wrong, you know can’t always see when you're right
You got your passion, you got your pride
But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied
Dream on! But don’t imagine they’ll all come true
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you

Slow down
You crazy child
And take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile
It’s alright. You can afford to lose a day or two
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you
And you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get half way through
Why don’t you realize, Vienna waits for you
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you

I'm tired. Need to bathe. Goodnite. :)

- The (Non-Fag) Daughter

Mosquitos/Friends Bite!

2006-05-06T20:34:00.000+08:00

I hate/love getting bitten. I love the scratch, but hate the itch. Does that make any sense?

Anyways, RORIE told me she "Busted" my poem to the IN paper. ~~YOU STUPID MORON I'M NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN~!!!~~ WELLL I'm not sure how I feel about it, actually. I mean, I should be flattered, right? Or not. I dunno. Suppose it should really get published (and I'm quite certain it wouldn't be)....

OMG. HAHAHA!!! Read this:

Inside Tohru's mind…her daydream
“Oh Draco, you broomstick is so comfortable!” Tohru giggled, as she tightened her hold on his chest. Her dark side chuckled, as it continued to put more dreams into her head. Draco smiled slowly, seductively as he rubbed her hands, making Tohru moan again. As they landed, he turned and flipped her onto her back, and Tohru (or rather her dark side) gasped as her skirt flew up due to the sudden movement and wind.
“Tohru…” Draco whispered her name. Tohru felt hot with desire, as she pressed herself against him, as he lowered his head and kissed her, fiercely, passionately. She moaned in his mouth, which made him intensify the kiss, running his fingers through her hair, down her blouse, down to her hips. Suddenly, he changed, and Tohru was no longer in Hogwarts, she was in a field…or rather, Yuki’s secret base, strawberries all around. Yuki and Kyo were both in trousers, topless. Sitting on either side of her. Smiling at her. In THAT way. They both crawled up to her, like panthers hunting their prey, Yuki capturing her mouth with a mind-blowing kiss, unbuttoning her top…Kyo handling her skirt with ease and their hands-God!

Fanfiction can get so... unrestrained. RORIE RORIE RORIE... I wonder what it is you always read... =)

Anyways, I have decided to get into the whole fanfic thing though the thought of myself ever being a FAN would never be entertained. HEH HEH. It's kinda fun, you don't have to like think up of a whole story and plan and plot everything- you just jump right into the fun. I've already made a few drafts.. Ha Ha. Tell you'all the link when I'm ready!

Emo Kid (full lyrics)

Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic

My life is spiraling deathward. I couldnt get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like Stab My Heart Because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stab Me Rip Stab Stab and it doesn't help that I couldnt get my hair to do that flippy thing either like the guy from that band can do.

I'm an emo kid, nonconforming as can be
You'd be nonconforming too if you looked just like me
I got paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression girls just call me a fag
Cause the dudes look like chicks and chicks look like dykes
Cause emo is one step below transvestite

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I'm dark and sensitive with low self esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara now I'm grounded for a week

Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me its never any fun
They say they already have a pussy they don't need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

...My life is just a black abyss you know? Its so dark and its suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip. Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...Which look great on me by the way...

When I get depressed I cut my wrist in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a LiveJournal and wear thick rim glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes

I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth
You can read me 'Catcher in the Rye' and watch me jack off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw Xbox I play old school nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be eeeeeeemo

...My parents don't get me ya know? They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy...well a couple of guys but I mean its the 2000's can't 2 or 4 guys makeout with eachother without being gay? I mean chicks dig that kinda thing anyways. I don't know diary sometimes I think you're the only one who gets me. You're my best friend.

I feel like tacos

I LOOOOOVE this song. For the (unofficial) video, please click this.

That's all for now, Mom's getting all pissy again.

A million times adieu,
L.

"If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off." - Sir Isuck Newton

2006-04-29T12:54:00.000+08:00

Get Your Emo Kid Now <3>

HAHA.. ^ That is so like my sister and so many people i know..

Okay, basically this post is meant for Charlene.

Last week, Char and I were studying in Macky Dees at Parkway when this woman over at the other table who was tutoring this angmoh-ish tao nan boy came over and talked to us.

It was the weirdest thing ever!

Well, at first she just asked if she could see our Bio text book so she could show her son. But after that she started this whole discussion/rant (?) on the education system in Singapore. It was so interesting! But kinda awkward for me, seeing as we're total strangers, but Charlene was TOTALLY comfortable and she shared her own experiences too, for eg like how she tutors this relative of hers who was slightly autistic like the woman's son. But the woman seemed almost.. desperate. Like she'll say "I just don't see a future for him in Singapore." She was really really nice, and I feel sorry for her. Her husband was this frenchman, and he wants to send the kid over to some other country but- I forgot.

Anyways, I have to go galivanting at the beach with RORIE now. C'ya!

-LO

the birds are chirping!

2006-04-27T11:32:00.000+08:00

Have you ever woken up, and thought, mmm, what a perfect morning this is?

Well, I did. Such is the feeling of pure undulated BLISS.

I never knew the midyears had such an impact on me.

Seven random facts about me:

If I could I would become a french ballerina who eats baguettes, writes poetry and wears black clothing everyday.
I like Sudoku, if only to feel smarter when I finish it.
I take pictures of myself all the time.
People ask me why I smile so much all the time.
I don't know.
I feel prettiest after a shower.
I once went three days without bathing.

Seven celebrity crushes:

Damien Rice
Hugh Jackman
Brad Pitt
Jesse Spencer
Leonardo DiCaprio (once upon a time)
Jude Law (gigolo joe!)
Ewan Mcgregor

Seven qualities I want in a potential boyfriend:

Refer to poem.

Seven things that scare me:

Public speaking
Shaking/holding hands with people (because I've got palmar hyperhidrosis)
Becoming paralyzed, going blind/deaf/getting Alzheimer's disease/etc
Ending up with a dead-end job I don't like (becoming unsuccessful?)
Never being kissed (something like that)
Drowning/getting chased by a T-Rex/Getting raped/Raisins
Nightmares?

Seven things I like most:

Receiving presents/Giving presents (esp cards!)
Taking nice pictures/Writing 'poems'
Rollercoasters! (and the like)
Travelling
Rainy days
Marshmellows on hot cocoa/Mocha frap/Roti Prata/Durians/Peanut Butter/Sushi/Bubble tea/FRIED chicken wings!/Margarine on really toasted raisin bread/Slices of banana on margarine bread/Floss buns
Having a laugh/smsing/bunking over at other peoples' houses
Going off the point/Digressing

Seven things I plan to do before I die:

Attain enlightenment/Achieve perfect equilibrium (right, vick?)
Get a Nobel Prize
Travel the world/moon
Become famous
Go bungee jumping
Become a supermodel
Have kids. I think.

Seven things I say most:

OH MY GOD
Really??
Yeah, man.
HAHAHA.
That's why lah/loh/etc
Aiyoh/Eh/Erm, yeah
Argh/Urghh/Aearghhwph

Seven random songs at the moment:

The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
Time is Running Out - Muse
Breaking My Heart - Aqualung
Maybe Tomorrow - Stereophonics
Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz
The Apes and the Chimpanzees - The Servant
Guilty Conscience - Dr. Dre/Eminem

Seven people I want to do this too:

~~God~~
My parents/grandmothers/cousins
My friends
My classmates
The cashier aunties at NTUC
My 'potential boyfriend'
I don't really care much, actually

HOW I LOVVVEE slacking off on a no-school weekday!

xoxoLIZ

(HAHA)

Social Studies Sucks Shit

2006-04-20T15:23:00.000+08:00

Surefire way to know your friend is mugging too hard for her SS exam...

"I'm going to migrate to Switzerland. Wanna come?"

The irony of studying SS...

Jozzie and I even came up with alliterations to "help" us study:

Industrialisation is inexplicably idiotic
Dizzie doesn't dig Diplomacy. Die, dreaded Deterrence!
Merger makes me malicious...

Surprisingly, there was a mixed reaction. I thought everybody loved the Swiss.

Li Shan: "You're kidding right right right?! No! Don't go!
Jozette: "Yes!!"
Nawal: "WHEN?? I WANT."
Jacqueline: "Yes please! To the romansh speaking region!"
Azzah: "Switzerland?! R u Serious?? Y?!? Ur family Migrating wif d ang moh or wat?!? Dn leave!! Yukanaide!! T_T "

Hmm. I wonder.

- >~~Soccer~~ Study Mom

RESTRICTED (artistic)

2006-04-20T14:52:00.000+08:00

Sigh.

Okay, I'll come out and admit it. I'm a closet narcissist.

Ask any mirror.

>> OKAY anyway. Here's a poem I scriboodled when I was bored out of my mind studying SS, after the illegal smugglers* Jacq and Aza left. Contrary to populare beliefe, my sis and I do not have zero interest in guys. Well, not ZERO, anyway.

Girl, 16, Bored
(My kind of guy)

Strong Arms
Sweep me off my feet
Suckulent lips
The taste of love is sweet
A good tongue
You can't go wrong with humour
Passionate feet
The thrill of the chase- you can't go far without fervour
Q-tips at hand
Catch my every word
No BB** please
Blow kisses black - shh, not a word
UHU glue, armed and ready
Break my heart, but fix it, quick

And there it is, all the qualities he needs.
Maybe just one more
... What rhymes with

Quick?

yeah man. that's it.

- Mother (~~in heat)~~

*to enter the study room you have to sign up for a $55 membership
**bad breath (BB was an acronym my sis's shanghai friend in pri sch came up with.. she used to call my sis BB girl =))

Pertinacious. Unflappable.

2006-04-13T15:23:00.000+08:00

YO. LONG TIME NO SEE, HUH?

Since LIZZIE is being such an ASS and does not want to PROPERLY UPDATE, I have to take responsibility and write something to entertain/humour Jacqie even though i don't quite feel up to it.

Erm. Where should i begin?

Life sucks. I think that bout sums it up.

Let me give you a summary of what's been happening the past week:

Minimal revision. Haven't even started on my Humanities.

And EVEN THOUGH this period is critical for studying, My brother STILL tempts me to watch his and his friend's downloaded stuff. Ergo, I've watched ALMOST ALL the eppies of House till the VERY CURRENT ONE in the US. The WHOLE first season of grey anatomy. THANK GOODNESS i didn't get sucked into the SUPERNATURAL vortex. If i were to start watching that, MY WHOLE MID-YR RESULTS WILL BE DISASTROUS. And when i mean i watch these series, i don't watch them ONE episode a day... I mean the WHOLE SEASON.

I think because i'm starting to take coffe again i'm getting REALLY restless and hostile. And i keep avoiding THEM whenever i can, i think. And NO i won't tell you who. I think i just need more sleep or something.

And i still haven't come up with a poem yet. DASTARD MID-YRS. And i'm SUPPOSED to submit a poem for this competition thingy but i can't find a positive perspective of S'pore. :D I ONLY write sad and depressing ones, if you have not known already. LIGHT AND FLUFFY, NO THANK YOU MAN. I need inspiration FAST.

And i think i should end here. I need to start revising EFFECTIVELY and not just STARE at my textbook.

YAY! I WRITE LONG LONG WAN. UNLIKE WANKER LORELAI. =)

- The Daughter

Oh. I just decided to add the pic on e whim. EXCELLENT drawing isn't it?? Not mine though.

MAN CAN YOU SEE THE COBWEBS.

2006-04-11T14:54:00.000+08:00

smells like somethin decomposin'.
oh baybeh, BAYBEH, you just rot'd mah blog!

"Heaven lies at the feet of mothers"

2006-03-25T13:41:00.000+08:00

This is it.

Go wild.
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Heaven

When he was young, his parents told him a story. Many stories, really. A different one almost every night. And he would sit there mesmerized by the voices. But one really took to him. He can’t remember the story but the last line, the moral of the story; that he knew. “Heaven lies at the feet of mothers.” It’s about loving and respecting mothers, who have carried and reared their children and given up a lot for their offspring. It was music to his seven-year-old ears. How something as simple as loving your own mother could guarantee admission to paradise. He had found the perfect Get Out Of Jail Free Card. No matter what he did, how many walls he um, decorated, how many cookies he ate before dinner, how many glasses he accidentally broke; he could still go to heaven.

They said it started even before he was born. While she was still in school. She had caught her father with another woman. He knows why this affected her. He can hear the love and admiration she has for the man every time she talks of her youth. So he can’t really fault her. It sounds funny hearing about her actions back then. Even with the solemn faces the adults use when they tell him her history. She had plans to become a nun. His mother, a nun. Sometimes when he stops wondering about the absurdity of his mother in a habit, he realizes nuns don’t have kids. And he doesn’t know whether that’s a good or bad thing.

She was also a chaser. His mother was a chaser. Sometimes he’s convinced he’s lost his mind… Part of the whole nun gig was fasting of course. And of course she would have to fast for the 24 hours before the final match. Somehow they actually managed to win the match. She collapsed about three minutes into the celebrations and had to stay in the hospital for a week.

He can’t blame her for that whole episode. Her pillar of strength, her role model, had been desecrated. Almost anyone could have snapped.

The second time was after his birth. When he was eleven, his father sat him down and described her … condition. Postpartum depression he called it. Looking back, he seemed to young to be talking about his mother’s mental illness. But his father most probably wanted to prepare him after finding out about the prospect of a third child. But it was unnecessary really. He could still remember the aftereffects of his sister’s birth. The sound of screaming, glass shattering and him huddled in a corner beside a closet, not crying. Instead just feeling numb, trying to figure out how he could help his mother, help her get well again.

But postpartum depression didn’t explain why it happened again in Rome. It was supposed to be a nice, relaxing holiday. Enjoying the scenery, the food, the company. Instead he is woken up by his father’s screams. He thinks that’s the reason he’s become a very light sleeper. Never know when you might be needed up and alert. Never know if you might wake up to the same scene again, his mother half way out a small window in the kitchen, his father holding on to her legs, pleading for her to get back into the room. The fact that their room is on the eighth floor doesn’t escape him. How he found the strength he’ll never know, but he’ll never forget that wild look in her eyes as he’s hugging her, sobbing, begging her to stay, telling her how he loves her, how he needs her.

He’s almost certain that was the moment he started hating her.

Her declarations of wanting to leave the hotel room. Her delusions of being married to someone else, that the man sleeping soundly in the next room, the man you know as your father, kidnapped her. That he had a different biological father. She dragged him into the bathroom, neglecting to turn on the lights. Opting instead to leave a slight opening at the door. He just sits on the toilet looking at her, the woman who could guarantee him heaven, spouting nonsense, drinking water straight from the tap, not at all listening to a word she’s saying.

He’s absolutely certain that was the exact moment he gave a big Fuck You to the big guy upstairs.

Nowadays she gets the episodes more frequently. Not the delusional type, no. More of the staring into space, mulling over things. He doesn’t really bother. With her. With them. With all of it really. Because he thinks he’s finally got it. Why life gave him such a crappy hand. “Heaven lies at the feet of mothers.” He smirks as he stares at her. He was never destined for heaven after all.

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It's all my fault.

-The Daughter

Besides that...

2006-03-25T04:41:00.000+08:00

I realized after posting I didn't really talk about the day's events at all! Not even the people who went to watch it with me (which is: nawal, aza, beverly, and the double jacqs/jacq squared/etc).

Haha.. we were all so scared we wouldn't be able to get past the Age Requirement, because not all our birthdays have come to pass, but fortunately, they just needed to check the year of our births. HAHAH, our sighs of relief were SO LOUD it echoed (or maybe not).. and we all whipped out our ezlink cards faster than you can say velocious. (nawal and i had a very fun vocabulary challenge after the movie, naming back-and-forth each other all the V words we know =)

Then at the toilet, nawalie realized she didn't bring any pads along, and I got my period then and there, so we made a trip to Carrefour, leaving the rest in the restroom to groom and preen themselves to their hearts' content.

We went to the upper storey of Carrefour first, cause we knew all the foodstuff were at the bottom one; but then as we walked down the aisles, we didn't see one ambiguous pink/blue packet at all. So we went downstairs, discovered that it really was all food and even asked the weighing aunty where to go.

Went up again.. asked the jewellery counter woman where they kept the darn things and while i was doing that, i felt a mild thud at the back of my heel. It was a friggin toy car controlled by a salesman. Like, what the hell?? Grow up lah. So it is true that guys are 7 years junior to girls. Well, till they're 25, or whatever. Meanwhile, Walie was hopping away behind me, avoiding the car like only a good friend can, RIGHT, RORIE? -_-

Nevermind, anyway, we followed her directions, got to the godforsaken deserted and obscure tucked away part of Carrefour (I know they want discreet but please don't put pads in the siberia of supermarkets), got the bloody pads (pun intended =) and left the ~~triwizard~~ di-storey maze.

Oh yes, meanwhile, somewhen along the path, walie spotted a men's thong on a dummy butt and HAHAHAH it was so grosssss!! I took a picture - wal said an aunty saw me and gave a weird look or something. But who cares! It is absolutely, PRICELESS.

Back at the toilets, as JacqC dropped hair all over the floor, JacqOw smsed me the following message:

"both jacqs are going to cement your Asshole if you don't hurry."

Very encouraging.

So erm, yeah we went to eat (had this stupid beverly KOH for potassium hydroxide conversation, and etc) then we were off to the cinema. Had to show our ezlinks AGAIN at the tear-ticket-ing booth, and finally YESYESYES, we were TH-ROO.

Entered the cinema, watched the film and this time, JacqC had her insulating hair to cover her and thus there were no repeated episodes of her chattering teeth (like on Walk the Line day), etc. Good for her!

End of the film, out the cinema, and I realized I left my wallet inside. Ho hum. Pig's bum. Nothing to worry. Stop it with y'all exasperated sighs, for I am immune, immune, I say. Anyway, luckily, JacqOw saved the day! (and her $, for she was the one who bought it... =)

Go home, gonna start planning for a roadtrip to Malaysia to set off fireworks on the fifth of November this year..

The surprises never end.

- White Blood Cell Dolphins Boost My Immunity!

"Remember, remember the fifth of November."

2006-03-25T03:40:00.000+08:00

*contains spoilers!*

V for Vendetta (Vengeance) was AWESOME. The Wachowski Brothers have done it again!

Memorable quotes:

Willy Fingerman: You might not be the sorriest arse in London, but by tomorrow you'll definitely have the sorest!

[when the 'Fingermen' (sort of CIA) were about to rape Evey]

Evey Hammond: Who are you?

V: "Who?" "Who" is but the form following the function of "what", and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey Hammond: Well I can see that!

V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Evey Hammond: [short pause] Oh... right.

V: This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof. [upon getting asked why he "won't die" when Mr. Creedy kept on shooting]

Aren't they superb? I LOVE this movie. Dare I say it is better than The Matrix Trilogy? YES. It is a story about truth, beauty, freedom, and above all, love. Haha, 'cept it isn't the Bohemian Revolution this time. "V for Vendetta is a swift and smugly entertaining portrait of revolution of the people."

May I highlight, there was this one scene at the end, when the London people were all consecutively taking off the masks on their faces.. Well, Jacq Chua claims she spotted Hugh Laurie (House) in the crowd, and I think I saw bloomin' Orlando Bloom!
So I went to imdb to confirm my suspicious- clicked on the "Orlando Bloom cameo (spoilers)." in the message board- and saw this WHOLE bloody long thread on people purportedly seeing all these... people. It's crazy.

A few eg:

"I saw: John Wilkes Booth, Moses, Joan of Arc, Ghandi, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Mr. T, Vin Diesel, Chuck Norris, Godzilla, Batman, Captain America and the Avengers, the Cigarette Smoking Man from the X-files, George Washington, the Orc army from Lord of the Rings, Morpheous, Neo, and Trinity, the entire crew from The Thing, a Queen Alien and her hive, Predator, bears on unicycles, clowns, dancing elephants, and Bill Gates all take off their masks at the end."

"I think I saw Papa Smurf too!"

"I found Wally!"

"I saw Michael Jackson there and i think his son too but he didnt take his mask off... "

BUT of course they're all lying LAH. Someone even said they saw BUSH. The impt. people to look out for, however, are the dead oppressors - Evey's parents and comedian friend, the lesbian couple, and the little girl.. it supposedly meant that as all these people stood for an idea, like V said "Ideas are bulletproof"; they represent things like innocence (the child), homosexuality (the women), free speech (Evey's friend Gordon) etc. So in that way, the human persons were killed, but the idea they stood for, was not. =)

It was NC16 for the violence/mature themes- BUT it's EDITED! (the uncut version is M18) They also cut out this whole scene (from the graphic novel) when she actually unmasked V... when V dies in Evey's arms, she takes his mask off once, sees her father's face but then says to herself, "No, V was not my father." So Evey puts his mask back on and takes it off again and sees Gordon's face. Evey does the taking off and putting back on about 4 times untill she sees her own face, giving her the realization of what she has to do.

Oh my god, I can't stand it. I love this film. I thought it would be some political mumb-jumbo but hell, it's frickin entertaining. Before the movie, I was so scared that Aza would be so sian by it but whatdoyouknow, she cried 4 times in the movie! I'm gonna buy the DVD. Vicky said her friend's sis watched it three times in the cinema. Don't miss it! AIYOH I can't believe Chua said it was boring; but then again she said Walk the Line was bad.. then changed her mind mysteriously afterwards (after reading the reviews??) Don't believe her! Watch it!

- Lizzie

"Don't take life so seriously, nobody makes it out alive anyways!"

moldy article #3

2006-03-23T23:09:00.000+08:00

no comments.

all i can say is... it killed the ants attracted to it. that ought'll say something.

[Untitled]

2006-03-19T10:17:00.001+08:00

Glowing ember
Just stops
Abruptly
Like a sparked matchstick

Pressure
Heat
Pillows of smoke
Eat away at the being

The luminescence
Its brightness
Its thirst for oxygen
The weakening glow

It twists
Bound by the heat
The invisible ropes
Threatening to suffocate

This solace
This temporary solitude
But there is no real comfort
In this winter solstice

The light has faded
The matchbox is empty
But my presence goes unseen
In the stillness of the night

This is the first poem that does not rhyme. Trying out something new. I needed to release some constriction off my chest. And this is what I wrote. Inspired from Nirvana's Polly and an endearing childhood story that I've always loved, The Matchstick Girl. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. And I still haven't come up with a title for it just yet.

"It's time to take myself in hand."

2006-03-16T20:25:00.000+08:00

Let me come straight to the point: Being an orphan sucks. (Or it will, suck.)

Not only are there the obvious reasons for which it does (suck), i.e. i hate living like a boy/pig/etc [i watched all three American Pie movies last night and killed about 300 brain cells laughing while the guy f___s a pie], there's also the emotional part of it... being without a mother's love is like... it's like.. - blah blah you get the point- i just HATE looking at that ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING BROWN STUFF THAT'S SEEPING OUT FROM THE CUPBOARD WHICH WE DO NOT OPEN. I do not understand. We - well, my sister and cynthia, my cousin - clean it up everyday but yet. THERE IT IS. IN YOUR FACE. Mockingly disturbing to the point where someday we might just be forced to open it. (the CWWDNO.) Removing all the masking tape and all. And we all know that the masking tape is there it for a REASON. The reason is that it is a friggin CWWDNO. And that's all there is to it. Seriously. And let's not forget the moldy juice. YES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MOLDY ARTICLE #2.
We found it (the layer of mold) floating innocently on the glass of juice when we got back from the floating casino.

The Floating Casino

We naively thought it was Superstar Virgo or something when my grandmother suddenly called to ask us (cynthia, vicky, and i, together with my malaysian aunty and cousin) to come along, with her morning walk buddies, saying that it's "very cheap ah!"
It was so not Titanic. There was this one time, at band camp (American Pie, sorry), when I thought the ship was shuddering. It was, sadly, only me. And there were zero guys on deck our age. Only 40, 50 ++ year old aunties and uncles, and a few random children unwittingly brought along where their only entertainment would be the
Lousy pool, which wasn't even filled when we arrived.
However, the tiny pod of a room was okay.
And was on the side without windows, which I think is a good thing cause I won't feel as dizzy. I'm still, now, on solid ground, suffering from serious boat-lag; I keep feeling woozy and wobbly. But the water temperature was TERRIBLE. It was so HOT I'm positive a few of my skin cells permanently died that night.
AND YES... It did make me lose some cash. (give or take, it's still less than $10 LAH)
Well, a girl can't resist the temptation, can she. (A FRIGGIN CASINO. VEGAS, BABYY!)
However, the jackpot loss was practically forced upon. See, they charge $180 for the trip then they give you $100 jackpot vouchers for you to lose 掉 on the jackpot computer machines which didn't even look authentic. I mean, i know it's the 21st century but can we please retain the lever to pull? Maybe they think it's so much easier to just press a small square buttom for every roll, thus, easier to let your money go. Conniving lil fellas from
China. Yes, they hire chinese people to be the dealers in the casino and the waiters and waitresses and bartenders. The captain of the ship was an ang moh, though, unsurprisingly. But by some sick twist of bad case of whatsit, the cleaners and maintenance crew of the ship were all ang mohs too! Can someone explain, please.
Anyway we played Blackjack -AfricanAmericanJack- with a computer. (Because children weren't allowed to play with the real deal. Boo.) There was this table where you can just slot in a $10 bill or more and start playing on the computer touchscreens. It's a lot of fun when there's a lot of uncleaunties playing too cause we all just make a lot of noise (eg "PICTURE, AH PEH, AH PEH!" -hokkien for old man which means picture card) and scold the blardy computer when we lose and laugh our heads off when the dealer 'busts' (takes too much cards and so has to pay everybody). Kinda silly, if you think about it, but who cares! Then there was this girl (about our age) who slotted in a $10 and walked away with $50 ++. We all called her the 'cha bo' (hokkien for young girl) and laughed when she bangs the table calling out "Ah PEH!" in that weird way of hers while actually secretly admiring her gambling skills :P
Has a karaoke lounge which no one goes to and has everyone wincing while they pass by because somehow a lost wandering uncleaunty will be croning for the whole ship to hear - will they pay extra to use one of the private ktv rooms? Oh no, why should they, they've got 'talent' they shouldn't hide! The morning walk friend, she sings there day and night. This one time, we went to sit with her, chased away the waitress asking us to 'order drinks or get out', and listened to this chinese woman singing (or trying v. hard to) to three children, not including the aunty and us. The singer even said the children were 'lured' in by her singing! So, in other words, before the children came, she was singing to one person and one person only. How pathetic can that be! Even the piano has scotch tape on it. (I know, because I've played it, in the morning before it opens.)
Moving on.. It has average buffet food. I can't believe they served roti prata one of the nights. Trying too hard, my chinese friends.
Has a pretty cool cockpit- minxy little cynthia talked an indonesian crew guy into bringing us there.
Was altogether a fun experience. I mean it. Between all the mirrors put up everywhere and the whole old fashioned 1980s decor and disco balls everywhere, we had fun.

MAN, I haven't even begun to talk about yesterday's very exciting events. Involving handcuffs, my first time at Far East Plaza, sneaking into a cinema, hot(!) japanese guys and a pickpocket who almost stole my handphone.

Oh well. You gotta quit while you're ahead. And the House always wins!

Does that make any sense? I didn't think so.

Ciao!

- The Only Parent

(You know. 'Only child'... 'Only parent'? God.)

p.s. notice most of the photos are have vicky? (particularly the mold one cuz she DID go without bathing for 2 1/2 days after her b'day..) anyway, it's actually because she had her birthday on the last day of the cruise! feel honoured, vick! =) here's one of her at the late night birthday party/gathering below our block. look how happy she is!

CARPE DIEM. =D

2006-03-15T09:43:00.000+08:00

STUPID LORELAI WHO DOES NOT WANT TO UPDATE. SO IRRITATING CAN.

ANYWAY, Dead Poets was a LOVERLY movie. I loved RSL too. But i am NOT turning into a fangirl. Unlike SOMEONE ELSE. Hehe. WHEE, ANYONE? =)

FINE. I JEST. I'll stop now. Well, I think that RSL is such a lanky lad when he was younger. He's got NO muscles AT ALL. But I still think he's cute. :D And OHGOSHILOVEDHIMINMUCHADOBOUTNOTHING.

Labs came over to me house yesterday and we had a RSL marathon? Or House? I don't know which one was more. i"ve been watching SO MUCH RSL recently, courtesy of labs. And now I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HIM. And OMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THE BROKEBACK/HOUSE PARODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW that they going to use the Christmas EPPY. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I think I'm going to SKIP ALL the episodes and JUMP to SEX KILLS first. EHEHEH. I'm so sorry labs but I DO NOT CARE. =)

And YESTERDAY WAS SUCH SWEET FREEDOM. For me at least. :D

Me mum's gone to Tioman, you see. And labs wanted to go study at bedok library AT NIGHT. And me dad said YESSSSS. OH T'WAS SO COOL. We ate dinner at the community 'hub' "EXCREMENT." And all was dark. MAHAHAHAHA. Sometimes you just have to stand on a table to look at life at a different perspective. Oh I just LOVE quoting from Dead Poets.

BUT LABS. She kept repeating, CARPE DIEM like about every ten minutes or so. And SHE WROTE THAT ON MY WORKSHEET TOO. Haiyo. But it reminded me that i shouldn't procrastinate and dawdle. Ergo I didn't find it THAT irritating. And SOMETHING DAMN FUNNY HAPPENED IN THE LIBRARY. BUT I HAVE BEEN SWORN TO SECRECY. MY LIPS ARE SEALED.

But if you DARE to break the Dead Poets honour, I'LL KILL YOU. YOU KNOW WHO ARE. CAN'T STOP LAUGHING CAN YOU? Me TOO. ahahahhahahahahahahhahahahaahh. AHEM.

And I told labs bout this song I kept singing when I was younger and me mum got SO irritated by it. I LOVED THAT. =) EHEH. I've contemplated bout posting it here. But DANG is it LONG. So if you want to know then ask me personally. Hee.

I'm supposed to go to Escape today but NO ONE'S contacted me yet. So I don't think I'm going. Lorelai can be a handful sometimes.

"I'm tired of waiting. Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless, and disappointing." I don't think anyone knows this quote.

KK. ENOUGH ALREADY. Tons of homework. So little time.

"Bros before Hoes, man." =D (You SHOULD know this one......)

- The (Strive & Not to Yield) Daughter

i cannot BELIEVE i woke up at 3.30 in the EARLY MORN to do my homework........SHEESH

2006-03-03T03:50:00.000+08:00

Aye aye.

NOW I CAN FINALLY DO THE BOLD THINGY. EHEH EHEH. STUPIIIIIIID OPERA. CANNOT be TRUSTED.

Just a short post. I wanted to place a pic here. To show LORELAI what I was scribbling about. This are the few NICE ones, I think. A RARE KIND.

And HAPPY BELATED B'DAY. =)

- The (exhausted) Daughter

Let's get together, YEAH YEAH YEAH

2006-03-02T21:34:00.000+08:00

why don't you and i comm-BA-ine?!

HAHAHAHHAHAH
Wahahaha
LOL
goshgoshgosh
:):):)

NOW SING IT!

(all-marilyn-moroe-slow-and-seductive-like)
HAPPY BUuuuuuRRRffday to me....
HAPPY bbuuuurrrrrfday to-oo me...
HAPPY BUUUUUURRRRP-fffday to me-ee...
HAPPY bbbbbuuuurrrrffffdayyyy toooooo meeee...

*a certain president gettin a hard-on*

whoops, that wasn't what i wanted.

*hits it like a ketchup bottle*

there, now.

anyway, today was really fun!
firstly, i went to school with my sister (a rather rare occurrence)
then before assembly there was this whole group of people crowding around me, wishing me happy birthday, giving me presents, lots of hugs and stuff like that.
so anyway, at basketball there was this really nice spontaneous happy birthday cheer for me, complete with clapping hands and shit
oh man, it was wonderful
in class there was this big HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZZIE :) on the board which no one erased until amath when they *had* to write answers on the board and that's only after Yeo told them to and yes i know amath is only the second period but that's not the point. the point is... i was as happy as a lark.
whoo.
i forgot to bring my blouse that day but wasn't booked, thank god. my beautifully scratch-prooflike slate of a record cannot be tainted anymore!
so after school we (aza, jacq and i - walie had ART $#@!ing CLUB to go to)decided to pon the tennis match [which we lost, again :(] to go collect my cake and PARRRTAY at my place.
so yeah, after we got the strawberry shortcake we went to eat the famous crispy roti prata around the area -YUMMY- before heading to my house.

*goes to put on Accidentally in Love, after typing the strawberry thingy*

(Shouts) SO I SAY I'M A SNOWBALL BURNIN'... Oh baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice-cream never ever.. erm.. ever ever enter something something..

Ahem.
As I was saying, we got to the house then there we slack and slack (by which i mean going thru my presents.. multiple times, me; playing the piano and computer, aza; and 'dancing' and 'studying', jacq) and waited for the "GOH" * to come. who else but.. our long lost friend LISHANNNN!! she could only come after 6 as her school ended very late. but sadly, our other mysterious enigmatic GOH couldn't come -WALIE- i wanted her to sing happy birthday to my left ear while i heard the rest with my right but alas i could only reach the fax machine. it was sweet, though. its saccharine cyborg love language was music to my ears. BTW, JACQ AND VICK FINALLY GOT RID OF THE STINKIN (oh yes, it smelt bad, alright- we all covered our noses with towels, etc whenever the lid was lifted) INSTANT NOODLES. GOD, THE FUNGI WAS HORRIBLE. all the ants and flies were all attracted to it, like, insects to a dump (no pun intended) or something. next on the list.... CLEAN THE FRICKIN SMEELLLY TOILET. which smells like shiiiiit. literally. Anyway....
I WANTED 16 candles! stupid selfish new Four Leaves woman gave me only one long one and 6 short ones. damn stingy can.
BUT the cake was nice! aza practically licked the plate. *slobbergobble*
then jacqOw the BCG (breast cancer girl) came! she gave me a gorgeous bohemian wallet! okay while we're on the subject, i'll just report my takings.. erm.. receivings? oh whatever. anyway.

(By order of appearance)

Pre-birthday SPECIALs:

iPod
pretty card from ah pa (jacq said he had the same handwriting as me! she calls it the "calvin and hobbes" font.
RORIE'S LOVERLY (x10000) Final Fantasy pocket clock thingy WHICH I ADORE!!!! Especially the unwrapping part.. =) i'd be keeping them tissues!

1. Vicky's twelve midnight gift: A lovely arty card, Sour apple squeeze candy (which aza thought was TOOTHPASTE), jelly beans in a canister (with fabulous flavours- such as "toasted marshmellow", "sizzling cinnamon", "root beer", "licorice", "buttered popcorn" etcetc), a GIANT violet choc/honeycomb bars ("it's the way it shatters that matters"), a warner bros black tshirt with a heart which says "SUPER GIRl" (I LOVE IT, in fact, i'm wearing it now), annnnnd, last but not least, the AQUALUNG cd which we wanted so much!! (it costed $37, so ex right)

2. Jacqie got me lovely inspirational posters to put beside my TV "so when you watch desperate housewives on monday, you'd be reminded that there's a CA (common test- erm, aest?) on tuesday" AND AMERICAN BEAUTY!!!!! (something she begged the cashier woman to let her buy, cuz we're underaged) *moved to tears*

3. Bear's FANTASTIC hallmark-of-a-card. AND the Harry Potter soundtrack. (HAHA, yup, so unlike me but she's gonna buy The Servant too when it's in stock! yay!)

4. Jozette's wooden photo frame to put the long delayed framing photo of jacq and i in (in our temasek poly 2004 'fashion show' handmade outfits) which jacqie broke the glass cover of. HAHA. i abso-#&$!ing-lutely love the smell of the wood! :D

5. Carissa's Spirited Away card deck (which i actually already have, she knows me well! =)

6. Jasmine's card to me.. I LUUUURVE it! it's truly a heartwarming card- complete with drawings of "Evilizabeth" the demon and "Chairman Lizzie" the angel... *sigh* my heart is the opposite of breaking right now.

7. Aza's Fruits Basket MANGAAA!!! *kyaaa!!* volumes 7, 8, 9, 11 and 12! each one costs $7.90. you do the math. meanwhile, i'll go send aza a telephatic BIGGG HUGGG.

8. Samantha and Julie's handmade paint-glue-fill-in-picture-and-put-in-microwave-it-and-presto thingy. IT is sooo CUTE! it's a picture of me, the yellow skined black haired green clothes girl in the picture kissing this fair skined red haired angmoh-ish guy "my future bf/husband" on the cheek, with stars and flowers (done by carissa :D) around. it was so pleasantly surprising of them to have thought of me =) I LOVE IT! it's pasted proudly on my fridge now.

9. Halima's pink Ty beanie baby bear named "Smitten" Date of birth: (dark cancelations)-written: 2nd March. LOL. and the wonderful inevitable poem: I am the bear that can't be missed/ The one that no on can resist/ Just take me home and you will see/ How smitten you become with me!

10. Jacq Ow's funkay bohemian wallet! a brand named "polospirits".. makes me think if she paid a lot for it.. *sniffsniff* i love my friends!

thanks everyone... i had a FANTABULOUS birthday today! =)

*that means guest of honour lah, goondu. =)

p.s. WHAT A LONG ENTRY THIS IS. it's already half an hour more to the end of my birthday and I HAVEN'T bathed! -_- hmmm.. i can do whatever i want on my BIRTHDAY right? and not do whatever i don't want to right? *muahahahah- lower sec laughter*

- The (Older, not-so-much-wiser) Mother

I KNOW you, I've walked with you ONCE UPON a DREAM....

2006-03-02T04:31:00.000+08:00

HEY. HEY.

I would just like to say that I HAVE been listening to the Savage Garden CD(I NO liar, CAN.) and that I LOVED THE SONGSSSSS. ESPECIALLY Crash & Burn. And I thought it kinda reminded me of all your great help to get me through these DEPRESSION 1001 phases. So I thank you(both spoken AND SIGNED). To labs AND lorelai for just TOLERATING MY WHINING & everything.

OK NOW. Gotta EAT my microwaveD McChicken burger and frantically scribble like 'chicken scratch'(I QUOTE from DRY-HUMOUR Nikita)

CRASH & BURN by Savage Garden( I WONDER HOW they came up with a repulsive(SAVAGE)but-nice band name)
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it’s back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It’s hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can’t take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You’re caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can’t face the day

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

And there has always been heartache and pain
And when it’s over you’ll breathe again
You’ll breath again

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it’s back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

P.S. You should have SEEN the look of lizzie's face when she opened my toilet paper & Disney-lyric-ed wrapping paper. PRICELESS. =D

- The (Non-ANGSTY) Daughter

I'm turning philosophical today, for some UNKNOWN REASON

2006-02-27T05:23:00.001+08:00

Hey.

I've realised I haven't been posting in a LOOOONG time. As you can OBVIOUSLY see, 80% of the posts here are Lorelai's. Essentially, I've been thinking of whether to resign the whole 'RORIE' thing. I'm a lazy ARSE if you have not known already. It has taken ALOT of convincing from labs, so.......... I've decided..... to STILL STAY ON. =D

I know that whole paragraph was TOTALLY unnecessary but WHATEVER. I like to SHARE. AHAHAH. Yes, I SHALL stop the dry humour now.

Well, I've been thinking about several issues lately. Mainly of the infamous 'O's of course. That blasted thing has been causing many cataclysmic breakdowns in the past few days. I even.... DANG. NOT SUPPOSED TO POST BOUT THIS ISSUE, COURTESY OF LABS..... Well, YOU know.. But for those cannot-get-a-hint and totally OBLIVIOUS PEOPLE, let me sum it all up in a word.....HMMM.... down? despondant? desolate? in a state of dysphoria? AHAHA. I QUOTE FROM PAU-LINE. =D

My dad is REALLY NOT THAT BAD LARH LABS. It's just me mum. She just doesn't want me to end up in her 'type' of status, I guess. She gets jealous of her friends' successful jobs, I suppose. And because of this, she never fails to emphasise the importance on being earnest.... I MEAN of doing well in your studies. Sometimes in a soothing, inspirational way that motivates me to move forward, building on the past to m... AHHHHH!!!!(narrowly escapes the shower of rotten tomatoes directed at myself) FINE. I DIGRESS. Ahem, and sometimes she just blatantly screams it into my head. Which one is more effective, one might ask? I prefer the former but the latter is as effective if not more. but TOO much of it and it's the making of a rebel.

Gosh, and think about THE MORE STRESS AT THE 'A'S. Let's NOT think that far ahead into the future. And Diary-X had just passed on yesterday. My apologies to labs.

Gotta sign off now. DAMN. IT'S CLOSE TO SIX ALREADY. And I for got to buy the rafia string for the newspapers yet AGAIN. SHARKS.

- The (Environmental Champion) Daughter

Mad Cow Disease

2006-02-25T09:18:00.000+08:00

Vicky is a MFing bitch. She whines too much. I mean, it is TOTALLY fucking irritating the way she thumps on the keyboard with total _______ when she's 'angry'. Just crawl into a hole and die. In an ASSHOLE. Like, just shut up and hear yourself think for a moment before

And yes, that is how I perceive my sister's blog. Or the way she writes, anyway.
SHE'S A NATURAL. =)

(I)Broke(his)back(on the)Mountain(doing it) did not make me cry. Ain't that sad.

But it did make me laugh!

Especially the part when they were having anal sex. STUPID jacq kept on saying they sounded like grunting COWS. COWS, for GOD'S SAKE.

I have a feeling I know why. I mean... when you shit, sometimes it hurts right?
Okay, I'd spare the details.

But overally, it's a good movie. Oscar material. I think if I didn't hear beforehand that one of them dies, I woul-

Whooops, sorry! Hahaha. NOT that you'd watch it, y'all impatient insensitive inarty gits.

A List

ME: "Good God/OH MY GOD/Oh my goddy's trousers/Great SCOTTS!"
HER: "Shito-mama."

ME: "LTSSOOMA (Laughing The S Straight Out Of My A)"
HER: "BU HA HA HA HA"

ME: "Miss-I-Never-Call-Anyone"
HER: "B.M.I. ( Blatant Message Ignorer)"

ME (whispers) : "Chick Lit"
HER (mumbles) : "Fan Fic"

Okay, LabsO is in my house now, she slept overnight on my sister's bed (ICK has slept with BOTH the jacqs!).
Guess what movie they're watching now? Take a wild guess...
Moulin Rouge!
Labs' supposed to come in the morning and we'd all go to the beach to jog to train for Sports Day/NAPFA.
But unsurprisingly, she's not here yet. She is the pinnacle of fashion. The punctuality part of it, anyway.
Gotta go to Tampines Mall later to buy my birthday present with RORIE. Honestly, she is the ONLY girl I know who wants the birthday girl to come buy her own present: "Of course I'll ask you to wait outside while I buy lah!"

Man. Okay, gotta go.

- SaucyBanana

trials and tribulations

2006-02-23T20:33:00.000+08:00

THERE'S A WHITE MAN in my house.

don't worry. he'll be gone tomorrow.

MY MOM HAS A GERMAN BF. and she's leaving for germany tmr.

don't worry.. i think?

MY BIRTHDAY'S in a week!
(today's 23rd... me bday's 2/3!! isn't it cool. interestingly, today's badminton finals tournament's score was 2 to 3, to PLMGS)

I've got a splittin headache! Must've been all that tennis in the rain. Thinking of stayin' at home tomorrow. But I've got a Social studies test. Damn. But I can't possibly do all those CHINESE news reflections thingies by tonight, plus my Bio TYS.

ME AND ICK ARE GONNA PARTAY ALL DAY ALL NIGHT FOR THE NEXT 21 DAYS.

don't worry. you're invited. =)

- Lorelai Ong

p.s. LS's mom got a HUMPING OSIM. i sooo wanna try.

The Moment

2006-02-19T00:26:00.000+08:00

It was at that moment I decided that blogging is going to go down long with me. (If there is such an expression.)

I think we all go through phases. For me, I had the email chain mail phase, that friendster phase, the (whispers) Maple Story phase, you know, typical pubescent stuff like that.

I even had a blogging phase.. a whole slew of less-than-five-entries blogs, comparable to all those 'diaries' I started in all those silly scented-pages notebooks.

Then the epiphanic moment. (Of the note.)
I knew I had to go on.
Even if it sometimes just serves as a reminder of my existence every now and then.

I love it and it's mine!
Ours. Better.
:-)

Moondance
Van Morrison

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush...
Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?

-DANCING QUEEN

Life is the longest death

2006-02-19T00:09:00.000+08:00

A note from my mom, post-ited on the border of the computer screen:

Ladies,
Today's freedom day, do what you want, (next page) but nothing
bad! Call me if you need me!
Jesselyn

I couldn't stop laughing for 5 minutes. After that,

I laughed some more.

- Elizabeth

Girl, Broken

2006-02-17T05:33:00.000+08:00

Tears, unshed
Words, unspoken
I sit here quietly
Desperate to be taken

Those distrustful eyes
That voice of disbelief
It'll be your own funeral, you said
Instead of words of wisdom
you brought me grief

Pen on paper
Uttering a silent prayer
The ramblings that I write
will be my only solace tonight

That light has faded
This heart has hardened to stone
The melancholy cannot be lifted
Desolation engulfs me, alone

Tears, unshed
Words, unspoken
I lie here waiting
The silence has been broken

I wrote this when I was in DEPRESSION PHASE 101. I'm PMS-ing like crap i tell you. OH WELL. I had a nice long chat with Lorelai at the beach yesterday about my previous poems so I hope when you see me around I don't SNAP YOUR HEAD OFF. Or NOT. :D AHAHA. But generally, I'm ok. But JACQIE IS SO MOODY. TSK.

Gotta sign off. TO BATHE. AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL.

TGIF BAYBEH, =D
(that means thank god it's friday, YOU BANEFUL DERRIERE! I'm talking about Lorelai of course....)

Pass me the lame chops please

2006-02-15T19:35:00.000+08:00

I Not Stupid Too

Has a very stupid title
IS FANTASTIC
Made me cry most out of all the movies I've watched. And that's saying a lot.
Contains a hottie
Redefined the terms "so lame", "so cool" and "whatever!"
Has a happy ending
Is worth watching

p.s. Read the review!

OUR BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP in two messages or more:

RORIE: THE BED
CAME TODAY! BUHAHAHAHA!!! NOW NO MORE WEIRD DREAMS BOUT PORN N INDIAN FIGURE
SKATERS!!! :D *

RORIE: QUESTION. how EXACTLY do you BATHE when u're having ur period?
i've always wanted to ask someone that.

Me: COTFLMGTAHAHA. that means: crawling on the floor, laughing my guts
out, and having a heart attack.

RORIE: thank you. For that unorthodox description. EHEH. BUT SERIOUSLY.
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW.

Me: you know.

RORIE: NO. I DON'T.

Me: you just... wing it.

RORIE: Was the word wing supposed to be a pun in this context?? U NOE,
LIKE, PADS WITH WINGS? **

Me: you noe wad. separately, we are bursting with vair vair witty
satirical things. but together, we are UNSTOPPABLE.

RORIE: I KNOW. WE COULD RULE THE COMEDIC WORLD IN THE NEAR FUTURE. :D
anduDIGRESS.

Me: WE'D TAKE IT BY STORM. omg! it's true! best friends get their
periods at the same time! but mine's ending soon.

RORIE: Ahahahaha. i haf no idea why i don't have the urge to study 4 my
geog ca tmr. DIE.

RORIE: And where do you buy your pads from. They're unbelievably soft. FEEL
FREE TO COTFLSMGOAHAHA OR WHATEVER IT IS.
Me: BTCCOTFADSCPR. THIS means: biting the carpet, choking on the fibres, and doing self CPR. okay fine i shant digress. they're from NTUC. now, THAT means.. *dodges flying !@#$*

AND... the rest is history. :D

- The (not stupid three***) Mother

* that's what she dreamt of when she slept on her couch
** labs discovered the utmost greatness of winged pads yesterday
*** you know, how singaporeans go "I not stupid ONE".."I not stupid too!" and then, thinking they're very funny, "I not stupid three!" which is incredibly stupid, not to mention....
*drumroll* LAME!!

hmmmm... Just read below IF you WANT...

2006-02-14T05:41:00.000+08:00

The Halcyon Past

The world moves so rapidly
yet I seem to stand still
I observe the interactions between them
while laying beside my window sill

Laughter ringing in my ears
A smile ensues, plastered on my face
But tears fall, deep within me
for that very fact I must embrace

I had crossed an unknown boundary
one which had nearly cost your life
Slowly, but surely, I back away
Fearful that they would be torn by strife

I eye them from a distance
melacholy descending upon me
My heart fills with longing
for I know this fellowship cannot be

I just felt like writing today... But I won't mention what this is about. It's for me to know and for you to find out. Happy V-Day.

- The (Torn) Daughter

Of Green Faces, Fallen Halves & LAZY ARSES

2006-02-12T19:43:00.000+08:00

Aye AYE.

I am finally out of my depression phase and am finally restored to my deranged(JACQIE SAYS) glory. WHY u ask? Weelll, i went out with lorelai today and U NOE how SPUNKY/SPIKEY/SPONGEY she IS. i shall TRY to recall this afternoon's events.

EXHIBIT. A.

IF u haf gone to buy ANYTHING with her before, u might notice A TEENSY BIT that she might be...... erm, wad do u call it.... INDECISIVE. We went in search for hali's b'dae present. Necklace? NO. Earrings? MAYBE. Flowers? THAT ONE NOT CONSIDERED PRESENT. Art in glass thingy? I DUN NOE HER THAT WELL. AND SO IT GOES.......SO WHAT DID SHE END UP BUYING.

A. CARD. SHEESH. I. TELL. U.

And we kept yapping alot too. OHH. And the directory was giving off a green light, so when this auntie went near it.......she sorta looked..... FREAKY. (LIKE FRANKENSTIEN!) AND we kept laughing like deranged people.

EXHIBIT. B.

We were eating in mac's since she wanted to try the BEEF fan-tastic burger even when i told her. IT SUCKS. SHE OBDURATES ABOUT THIS THINGS. HAIYA. ANYWAY, she went on munching on her burger when she was eating it upside down. WANTING TO EAT IT THE RIGHT WAY, she turned it over. OWW! SO HOT! And it ALL came CRASHIN' DOWN. ONTO HER LOVERLY POPSTAR PANTS. I SHALL NOT SAY THAT DISGUSTING 'C' WORD since she does not want me to.

And then.... she ATE THE OTHER HALF that fell on the tray and NOT the floor. So, PLEASE DO NOT BE SO CLUMSY NEXT TYM, MUM-SY. TSK, TSK.

EXHIBIT. C.

I forced Lorelai to send me to the bus stop near the overhead bridge there. She uttered, " I wanna take 43 with u to ur hse and back again. So that i don't have to climb the overhead bridge."

I COULD NOT comprehend WHY EXACTLY she hates those DARN things so much but WHATEVER. I HAVE A COMPANION IN E BUS WITH ME. WAHAHAHAHA. So i said, "OK!!! CAN! CAN!!" AND i paid her one dollar for the trip to and fro.

AND WE KEPT LAUGHING LYK DERANGED PPL ON THE BUS COZ WE COULDN'T BELIEVE THAT SHE JUST DID THAT. LAZY ARSE. MY GOSH. SHE'S EVEN LAZIER THAN ME.

And THAT'S IT. I need to sign off already. I HAVEN'T STUDIED FOR E MATH!!

- The (Guilty) Daughter

LATEST NEWS

2006-02-10T23:05:00.000+08:00

HEAR ALL ABOUT IT~
A little ditty I made impromptu for downinthedumps RORIE:

Tell me why-ay..
Ain't nothing but a Chem test...
Tell me why-ay..
Ain't nothing but a big mess*...
Tell my why
I never wanna hear you say...
I am STILL DEPRESSED

*RORIE'S freshly painted walls

PLUS! ----- A vair funny joke I so witfully made whilst studying for chemistry:

RORIE: "What chem topic are you working on now?"
Me: "Oh no... I'm working OUT. On my ABS!"
*cue hysterical laughter*

- The Fit and Trim Mom

p.s. for all you daft folks out there, ABS stands for Acids, Bases and Salts. D'oh.

where you lead, I will shade you. :D

2006-02-04T00:21:00.000+08:00

"Where You Lead"

Wanting you the way I do
I only want to be with you
And I would go to the ends of the earth
Cause, darling, to me that's you're worth

Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead

If you're out on the road
Feeling lonely, and so cold
All you have to do is call my name
And I'll be there on the next train

Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead

[I always wanted a real home with flowers on the windowsill
But if you want to live in New York City, honey, you know I will
I never thought I could get satisfaction from just one man
But if anyone can keep me happy, you're the one who can]

And where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead

Written By: Carole King and Toni Stern
Performed By: Carole King and her daughter, Louise Goffin especially for Gilmore Girls

i've been thinking

2006-02-02T22:14:00.000+08:00

are breasts like goldfish?
i mean, do they grow bigger if the cups (ie the fish bowl) are bigger?
it just occured to me when i grabbed and put on my sport bra in the morning. i was practically swimming (excuse the pun. har har.) in them.
i told myself they miraculously stretched in the wash. or, the petite version of the size i normally wear was different from this kind.
BUT HELL Nooooooooo did my boobs shrink. Reiyo's ones did, according to her. I think it might be contagious. Watch out for the Horrible Breast Minimiser Pathogen, everybody!

[5 minutes later]

apparently, they're my mom's! hurrah!

- The Mother's Mother's Daughter

p.s. one more month and counting...

Stoned

2006-02-02T04:45:00.000+08:00

HEL~LO. I'm EXTREMELY sorry i haven't been posting. I just was.... TOO... lazy?? EHEH. But NOW i haf come with a poem 4 u all. And sadly TIS NOT 4 JACQIE/LABS.

Stoned (how do u BOLD the THANG?!?! Me is vey gundu at these things, SORRI =D)

Despair, the word i know so well
Day and night i lie as if under a spell
My realm was rumbling; walls, crumbling
Yet the world survives, always moving.

The erratic heartbeat i had always felt,
That warm embrace i had come to love
Even a modicum of your mirth was contagious
My solace, my undubious love.

As if awoken from a reverie,
There was only an 'I' in 'We'
Two years have passed since you've been gone
But i lay in this delusion alone.

My heart aches of emptiness
Only you could have made it whole
Your sanguine nature has escaped me
Desolation is devouring my soul.

YAY!!!! This is me 1ST poem that i haf written 4 leisure... NO it does NOT haf to do with FinalFantasy whatsoever. And NOOO it is NOT with referance to personal issues. OH. And pls note that "undubious" is NOT a word. WELL i HAD to make it rhyme SOMEHOW. HEEEE.

COMMENTS. TELL ME. What u think of it. U MUST U NOE. And i haf to sign off here coz. IF U MUST NOE, TML IS BIO CA DAY. GET THAT GRIN OFF UR FACE BINDI.

G'day!

- The (LOVERLY) Daughter =D

Is it just me

2006-01-27T21:35:00.000+08:00

Or does everybody not look at the advertisement on the bus when they board it?

Or does everyone else understand the hell newscasters were sayin when they were, okay maybe not so young.. 10++, give or take?

Or does everyone else think covering a dozed off person on the sofa with a jacket is a stupid thing to do? I mean, how do you know whether the person is even cold? It's singapore, god's sake. Totally overrated. ESPECIALLY on Chinese Drama television. (the show in question? "Love Concierge". stupid title.)

- The Concerned Mother

A Very Special Day Indeed

2006-01-23T18:05:00.000+08:00

Like, how could I have missed it?? It's the frickin' 23rd!! Of Jan. My special number. (I've always wanted to write down the occurrences of 23s in my life but never have been able to pick up a pen. Maybe I'd write 'em all here?)

Late at night last night, I checked the chair to see if my fav. pinafore was there (it's where my mom puts them on aft she'd ironed). I couldn't find it. :( So it was with a heavy heart that I retired to bed. THEN, in the morning, when I checked again, there it was! Okay anyway, that wasn't one of the supposedly weird things that happened today. I'm just streching it out.

So erm, I put on my uniform and went to school (by then it was already about 7.10) in the same bus as my sister. We were so scared we were going to be late. (Well actually it was all me-my sis said it was cool to be late in her sch.)So when we saw the students at the bus stop all walking oh-so-casually to the respective schools, I was so shocked! Ick said that sometimes, these people like, just- disappear. Poof, vanish, nada. Not there. Totally surreal.

Anyway. Right before I come swishing into school, I heard Miss GuyName over the intercom saying that assembly was in the hall. And as I headed over there, I saw the t-shirt flaunted(?) sec 3s in the yard- THEY WERE GOIN TO OBS (outward bound school) TODAY!! Okay whatever. But I loved OBS, I can remember. So I saw some lost lambs from my class at the staircase, and the good samaritan that I am, I led the way to the hall. So erm, the purpose of the Hall business was because Mrs. Maude Scott(our first principle) just died -passed away- last saturday. And there we were all thinking that she was already. In heaven (or whatever) I meant. She's in Canada, by the way. Was. Whatever. So we all observed a minute of silence. (In which, as usual, there was someone who asked me, "Isn't it one minute already?" Never fails.) Then we sang the school song (which, coincidentally, was written by the deceased) and went to class. It was here that my phone vibrated on and on (cause I stupidly set it on repetition) and I kept turning it off and off. But I couldn't check it then.

So there I was in maths class, copying wrongly my loci stuff from my either side seating partners (several times), and where I finally read the message:

I'll be late for school cause there's a pervert on the bus. He molested me and
another girl and now we're calling the cops. Ok not molested, more like rubbed
his balls on my arm. Gross!

It was Ol' Labs, the unfortunate girl. So anyway, it's not my place to say anything more so find out at her blog. If she does blog about it, that is. It's quite hilarious, the whole story. Especially as it involves a cute police officer and a totally funny bus driver's loud conversation with this other guy. I didn't know Singaporeans could be that helpful. Labs might even have to go to court to testify against him. It's all quite dramatic.

And so I guess that's basically it. Another weird day spent. Another 23 found. (Oh whatever, Lorelai)

- The (Chaste) Mother

The Bus Rides (plus misc)

2006-01-21T21:47:00.000+08:00

Part (i)
There is a sleeping old woman next to me now; she is probably around 50 years old or so.. and she is very probably going to plonk her head (a mere 3 dangerous inches away now) onto my shoulder anytime soon. There is also this really irritating little Malay girl/boy (you never could tell with children) behind me talking/shrieking and kicking/punching the back of my seat. OMG. If the ungodly thing wails a THIRD time i'm seriously going to have to hit him/her over his/her head with one of the old lady's Fairprice plastic bags. I guess in another time, another place -if I really thought about it- it was kind of cool. I could be sort of flattered that she trusted me enough to fall asleep beside me. But now I'm kinda distracted with the horrid thought of what I could possibly do should it really happen. Would I wiggle my shoulder? Or be taken helpfully as a temporary pillow thing? WHOA. She just woke up. Now I don't know if I should feel anything... a sense of loss, maybe.
Someone once told me that it was sort of built in in everyone to wake up jut before their stop. I wonder why- ‘cause we are indeed reaching the interchange. Gotta go! Till next time, more interesting encounters with Lorelai..

Part (ii)
I am absolutely, positively ready to become a full-fledged geisha now. I have (a) behaved modestly, (b) stopped a man with a single glance, and (c) walked with real tiny itty bite-sized steps.
(a) This ex-tkgs gal I sat next to asked if I was from tkgs. I nodded my head demurely (okay, maybe a tad violently - what can I say, I'm always glad to be recognised on the stree-bus ahem.) Then she asked if I went to the TP opening. I nodded shyly again. Of course I didn't go. But "Geisha are geisha because they duun havva choice". We are agreeable people. Then I took out my book to read.
(b) This real cute guy in the bus wouldn't stop staring at me. He was practically on another man's lap but I had to be the one who steals his sweet steady glance. He just looked and looked and I looked back. I totally mesmerised him. The fact that he was about 5 didn't make a difference.
(c) I finally walked very gracefully/ mannerly/ coquettishly towards the bus exit with impossibly small steps. It's a miracle I didn't just topple over, but then again, geisha are moving works of art.
I just haven't gotten the bad English pronunciation thing down pat. But maybe I could have English subtitles following me all around, covering half the darn scree-my body- ahem- the whole time. Or occasionally drifting to Japanese for a while. Or speak Japanese/English with an American accent.

The Mother (with a mission)

Ahem

2006-01-21T20:28:00.000+08:00

Before anyone says anything, I would like to disclaim that it was a Dare-to-infinity. How could I do otherwise?

(the MEEK mother)

Christ! We're havin a crisis, people.

2006-01-20T20:14:00.000+08:00

Oh good lord. I think I suffer from alter-ego-citis; if my sister is egoistica, then I'm alteregois.
Nevermind.
I HAVE indeed realised a few years back that I was quite different in words and talk (and, for that matter, thoughts, too- but that's a whole other issue altogether.) esp evident when chatting online. Hmmm.. how do I say this: I get bolder and wilder - nothing can compare to the feeling of one's fingers flying off the keyboard making witty banter (ie crapping) with a buddy, etc.
Anyway the reason this has come to my attention is that my sis The Ick told me that I sounded diff in my blog than in real life. But labs commented that she disagreed- only because I sms her so much. You see?
But I like my kinda panache when I write. Which is extremely paradoxical because I'm rather like a shy bumblebee in person. Or is it deer? Bambi?
Oh whatever.

- The Doe

Presenting... Shoulder of Man!

2006-01-17T18:15:00.000+08:00

Bon appetit!

YAY. Finally the termagant speaks.
I swear- she is such a dippy girl.
A diffident girl in disguise- she is in fact quite a baneful derriere!
Such malarkey is rare in the palsy-walsy world we are living in now.
Now, will you please excuse my panache- I have to record today's v. interesting events.

Today, I bit a stranger's shoulder.
(NO- I had cereal in the morning; I *wasn't* feeling hungry or anything(!).)
And.. it wasn't a tinny nip or anything- more of a fully opened-mouth thing (people who see how I laugh will understand.)

(Oooh! A couple of ang mos are gallivantly at the playground now! They look so cute (like rare animals from the zoo cute) playing with... an NTUC trolley. They are... pushing it repeatedly into the playground's appliances. And my Mom fancies them (they're 16, tops). What is the world coming to.)

Where was I? Oh yes, my "Second Breakfast". So anyway, in the assembly ground, RORIE was attacking me repeatedly by stabbing my sides with her fingers in her usual fashion when I turned, bent over, to the opposite direction and.. erm, that is where I met her left shoulder.

It was blue. The shoulder I mean. Her jacket I mean (poor dim-witted friends). Which was fortunate (for her). Better than the thin uniform sleeve as the only in-between. Man, that would hurt. (What with my braces and all.)

So yeah- that's the story. I don't know why the B Club laughed so hard about it (And went on to pretend-bite my shoulder the whole day). I mean, the ONLY funny thinig about it was her expression. God, it was priceless. Totally horrified (with her mouth dropped open and all-almost comparable to my laughing/biting one!)

An experience un-FORGETTABLE

An Ode to Ol' Labs (in 5 minutes)

2006-01-17T17:08:00.000+08:00

Labs demanded a poem
From me, the innocent
Though it is clear it's already a half-day
I decided to wing it anyway

So I decided to rhyme
Or it'll only cost a dime
After all, we all wine and dine
But whatever, I'm wasting my time

Lazy Lorelai Lasts-
Only one Line

Having no more ideas to make more sense
I cleaned my spectacle lenses
To make it sparkly and shiny-
Who knows, I might even end up on my fanny(!)

Ending off this total garbage
Is my testimonial to Ol' Labs...

(Maybe I should just leave it at that. Maybe I have already meant to say what I wanted.)

Ol' Labs to me
I say with my big gab
(And I don't mean to brag):

Is... like a cabbage.

The (Self-confessed) Obfuscating Mother

what is wrong with this picture

2006-01-15T03:00:00.000+08:00

OH MY GOD. THE BIRDS ARE CHIRPING/MAKING WHATEVER SOUND THAT THEY MAKE.
AT 3AM IN THE MORNING.

and i'm not yet asleep.

A Late Night Reflection on Moribus Modestus

2006-01-14T23:47:00.000+08:00

From the TKGS Reflections Log (yes, I'm using it), weekly reflections' limited space:

Being sec 4s is a truly weird (but right) sensation. Suddenly, we were the biggest, loudest, meanest, and let's not forget, sexiest (in more ways than one), students (maybe even people) in da school. (Ruling at the topmost level- though I hate climbing 4 stories everyday.) Even though I found it highly lame for Mdm Hospital to say that the 小豆豆s (little beans) from the class next door (1/8?) look up to us 大姐姐s (big sisters) as examples of the school, I have to admit, it's true. (After all, she was the one teaching for 10++ years.)

When I was in sec 1, I was indeed v. astonished to find TKGians sooo so loud and confident during their cheers. I was thrilled! I totally wanted to be like that. Especially when we met the head and vice-head prefects. I particularly admired Jane for her confidence, etc. She seemed to fit the TKGS Spirit's* bill perfectly. The prefects (I could tell from the orientation) were all funny and good-natured (most of 'em) and I wanted to be one of them. Alas, after months of probation, it wasn't meant to be. I even *hated* them at one point- I think I can recall Jane talking about prefects being 'ostracised'- but I knew it (decision of not accepting me) was with good reason. (Their bad for not wanting me =P. Ya'll know i'm awesome)

Being caught up in the TKGS life was like being on a never-ending rollercoaster ride- full of ups and downs. The best parts were meeting my best friends, 'bonding' with the class (whether collecting $$ as treasurer, having a class party, having hardship/fun in OBS, or finally, leading a class) and of course, the teachers. I find it hard to believe that the teachers are willing to open their hearts to new pupils over and over again -memorising their names- and then bidding them gdbye @ the end of sec 4. I am so gonna hug Mrs Indicator, Ms Horny, Mdm Eyebrows, Mrs Knickers, Mrs L, Mdm Hospital, Mrs Sing idol, Mr Guppy(?)/Twitch(?), everybody(!) at the Farewell. Even Mr Turn-off-the-fans (FM in sec 2 and Mr Girl-shhh!-girl (how can we ever forget)!

Thinking about it (the sec 4 farewell) now makes the sentimental-git-in-me wanna well up. I wonder if I'd be filled with regrets (O*ahem!*levels) by that time, or perfectly content to just cry my heart out. (Prettily in my prom dress, of course.) =D

-Lizzie, 1/7, 2/7, 3/7, 4/7

Que Sara, Sara...

*A determined, confident and accomplished young woman, striving (to excel, surging) valiantly forward, building on the past to meet the challenges of the future.

(bracketed part is the words I've missed) I swear I'd have it memorised by the end of the year! =P

2006-01-13T14:14:00.000+08:00

heya!!!!!!!
wheeee...nice blog ms fag basher n ms pantyhero basher.. haha. juz lyk e idea of hackin.. oh wait. it aint hackin is it? cos u guys told me the password.. haiz. tsk2..anyways.. dun 4get bout our movie on sat k. next sat. memoirs of a geisha! n azzah n jacq.....i hope u guys will be free next sat!!! heh... hope it'll be a fun bashers outin.. n wad basher is jacq btw?

-ball n boob basher-

Nutter!

2006-01-11T18:40:00.000+08:00

funnyman

-The (funny) Mother

Nipper : young surf lifesaver

2006-01-11T16:44:00.000+08:00

See here: I recently tightened my braces (last fri, but it's probably back to square One after all those unintentional broken wires*). It's green now- mom says it makes it look like I have vegetable stuck between my teeth. Permanently. But i swear, it's definitely at least 5 shades lighter than say, broccoli. Labs however, says it compliments the Uniform. Go figure.
Anyway, the orthodentist didn't cut the end of my upper right side's wire off properly, so it kinda sticks right out, scraping the insides of my cheek (think of all the precious 'Animal cells' wasted- I can't believe that's what we're called in Biology: animals). Quite painful if you thought about it. LS suggested sticking a cotton wad into my mouth- it worked, for maybe a full five minutes- by then it was as soggy as, well, two soggy things ;-)
So of course, the logical thing to do was to cut it. But as it was the weekend, the dental centre was closed- and anyway it was a hundred kilos away from my house. Therefore, my mother decided to take things into her own hands- literally.

First attempt
A pair of small scissors. I'm not sure what it's used for usually, exactly. But its location in the drawer where we keep the nail clippers proves suspicious. I try not to think about it too much.
Result: Failed
Second attempt
A pair of larger scissors. I could practically felt my mom's hand shaking with the effort to cut it. What the hell was this wire made of anyway, titanium?
Result: Failed
Third attempt
And fortunately, the final one. A pair of proper wire cutters(or cutter?).
Result: Sweet Success!

She v. nearly tried the godforsaken nail clippers, before I declined it with a firm hand. I think she got her genes from my grandma- a while back, she used a pair of workmens' tweezers to extract a tooth from my little primary one cousin. The boy wasn't scared in the least bit, the brave thing. I probably would've been scarred. For life.
Anyway, that's the crazy story. Coming up next, lyrics from our favourite show, The Nanny!

The Nanny Named Fran
Composed and Performed by Ann Hampton Callaway:
She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens,
'Til her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes.
What was she to do? Where was she to go? She was out on her fanny...
So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door.
She was there to sell make-up, but father saw more.
She had style! She had flair! She was there.
That's how she became the Nanny!
Who would have guessed that the girl we've described,
Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?
Now the father finds her beguiling (watch out C.C.!).
And the kids are actually smiling (such joie de vivre!)
She's the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan...
The flashy girl from Flushing, the Nanny named Fran!

-The (fortunately, sane) Mother

*So I love popcorn. Sue me.

On Blogging. In general.

2006-01-10T19:02:00.000+08:00

I think people who read other people's blogs- esp strangers- are, generally, rather strange people.
Why would anyone ever want to read about other people's everyday, sometimes private stuff? I mean, isn't that a little... you know, privy?
It's like... eureka!... It's like vandalism on toilet walls. Anyone can write, and anyone can read - It's just whether you can be bothered to or not, or, you're just so plain bored sitting on your chair/toilet seat.
And we'll all still remain anonymous.
On a totally unrelated note, I think Xiaxue's "copyrighted" term 'blogder' for blog-reader is v. unhip. I sure wouldn't want to be called that, perhaps as much as I don't want to be called a toilet wall reader. Or toilder. Whatever.

- The Mother

FIFTY BUCKS

2006-01-09T04:54:00.000+08:00

CAVORT? Rite..... It's ALL making sense to me NOW.. I cannot BELIEVE that Lorelai made me blog when this is O LEVEL year!!! i'm so gonna suck for the CA on Wednesday. Then i'm blaming it on HER. BUHAHAHA. Watever.

It's Sunday. But a Black Day. For those of you who hate MJ that came from Smooth Criminal. I LOVE HIS NUMBER ONE HITS. So now i keep dl his songs whenever i can. I have a feeling that i'm being lame but NEVERMIND. I can't help it. Why must it RAIN EVERY SINGLE DAY?!?!? And everyone is SO SICK. INCLUDING me. And i'm waiting 4 Lorelai to arrive HERE. I HOPE IF SHE'S LATE she won't make up an excuse like, I'M WASHING MY HAIR(no offense, Jacqie :D). I even bet my bro fifty bucks to see if she really is going to show up at all today. OH THE BLOODY RAIN. OH MY FIFTY BUCKS. We were just playing around, OF COURSE. -_-"

I feel so lethargic today. I know I should be studying BUT the weather's so cold i feel like curling up into a ball and fall into a deep slumber. And here i go again. BLAMING IT ON THE RAIN. Oh, did you know that that is a title of A song?? I was shocked myself. By Milli Vanilli. The song was dubbed top 40 or DUNNO WAT most AWESOMELY BAD LOVE SONGS EVER. THE COUNTDOWN WAS REALLY FUNNY. No. 1 was... HELLO, i think. By Lionel Richie. I didn't know i could get SO MUCH useless trivia from one sitting of MTV. I think this post is long enough. FOR NOW. Catch'a later. AND FIFTY BUCKS.

For Jacqie: U know Gilmore Girls? Lorelai, the mum. Rory, the daughter. That's where we got the idea from. But lizzie changed RORY to-RORIE coz she always calls me WALIE. So that answers your question.

- The (Irresponsible) Daughter

OneMoreThing

2006-01-08T11:01:00.000+08:00

My new jingle for RORIE: "Maybe if you blog, the rain will stop.. Then I can go to your house and erm.. cavort!"

Okay, so I've only got two line so far. It's a start.

Only in Singapore

2006-01-08T09:01:00.000+08:00

Mmmm. It's such a gloomy rainy Sunday morning, my kinda day. I love the sounds of the birds in the morning- they don't go: "Chirp, chirpity chirp, I'm a cheerful birdy, look at me go!" like in storybooks, but instead a sort of low warbling thing- I already forgot how it sounds like. It ONLY comes out really early in the morning, (but not the time we wake up for school- which is like 6 o'clock in the friggin morning- i hate that bit bout the education system) and is extremely rare to hear. Shit, look at me going on and on bout some bird. ANYWAY... the reason I think I so subconsious-unconsciously like it is because it reminds me of my ol' childhood days in Bukit Batok- when we'll go SO frickin early in the morning to the park to "exercise".

God, i loved those days.

It's turning into a storm now! (Or, to put it more accurately, a 'heavy shower'.)

I feel the stress! Shit. When I find out people are actually reading this. But whatever.

AH NOOo! The rain's coming in!! S'later.

-The (responsible) Mother

ROTFL

2006-01-06T18:26:00.000+08:00

HELLO lovable PEOPLE. FYI, i do NOT need ricky ullman's photos PASTERED all over the site. And my dad DID bring back home McDonald's WAAAAT. TSK. Tis NOT alien-y. Lorelai's obliviousness is UNNERVING. EHEHEH. MOVING ON, i can ACTUALLY play the chorus part of JOURNEY TO ZANARKAND!!! MAHAHAHAH!!! I literally took HOURS to master the first two pages of the ********* score(fill in WATEVER u like... :D)and i slept LATE AGAIN and overslept for not ONE, not 2, but 3 DAYS in a ROW for school....BLEH. Wasted so much money on TAXI FARE. AN OUTSTANDING SEVEN BUCKS FOR ONE TRIP. The world has gone mad. hai.

WHY HAS EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD GONE TO WATCH NARNIA EXCEPT ME?!?!?!? UNBELIEVABLE. LABS WATCH OREDI. HUMPH. oh well. I saved ten bucks anyway.

I AM SO MISERABLE. I have turned into a nerd. I actually STUDIED with Bindi in the library. THE HORROR. NOLARH. We were finishing heymaths. :D I keep sneezing. So that is ALL FOR TODAY.

WORTHLESS TRIVIA: Oh. Did u noe that s'pore is not a developed country? We are an ADVANCED developING country. Human geog IS interesting. WHO KNEW.

-The Daughter

Lazy Ovaries

2006-01-06T00:18:00.000+08:00

Okay, since she won't write an entry till this blog is in a better way- i.e. pictures of Ricky Ullman pastered EVERYWHERE- I'll just take some time to write here. I'm bored, anyway. Trying to come up with a list of songs to burn into a CD... But, understandably, that kinda thing takes eons (largest interval units into which Geologic Time is divided). Sorry, I'm lame like that. :P

Currently, I'm reading "...then he ate my boy entrancers." which is more mad, marvy confessions of Georgia Nicolson. I ADORE THAT GIRl. She is absolutely bonkers (plus a bit mad on the side) but she is just toooo hilarious not to love. Boy entrancers, by the way, are what Georgia calls her fake eyelashes. Seriously. She reminds me a little of Ol' Labs.

Rorie, of course, may just match up to her in levels of bonkerosity. Just a few minutes after eleven, she messages me to say she was absolutely CRAVING for a chocolate sundae (from McDonald's, no less). My reply: "Oh dear God. Rorie, your spaceship has arrived. Please get in." Not entirely original, but it'll do.

That reminds me. I've got an English essay 'test' coming up. The topic's My Portrait as a Reader. Now's as good a time as any to start a draft!

My Portrait as a Reader

Well, for one thing (one vair vair important thing), I love reading. Does that sum it all?
Fine! Ok, the portrait's real colourful, etc etc, because I don't really have a specific genre of books I read solely. I read anything and everything... Even the backs of shampoo bottles.

I love funny books (you can't go wrong with humour). Not so much books with LOTS of description but minimal dialogue (eg Lord of the Rings Trilogy). Heartwarming, enlightening, heartwrenching stories that can make you cry are great too. In fact, any book that can make me cry is way up there on my list. Following close behind are books that force me to bring them into the shower with me to read.

But it really helps if the front cover of the book is attractive. That's why authors/publishers should always republish their books- especially since no one wants a smelly yellowed old book even if it is, indeed, a good story. Which is sad, but also unfortunately, reality. I love picking up books from the Marine Parade Library (a stone's throw away from my block) and seeing '2005' or the current year beside the Copyright. Don't ask why.

It's also become a habit of mine to check the blurbs for reviews from e.g. The New York Times, The Sunday Times, Daily Telegraph, or favourite authors. Also, I look out for books which have won awards, such as the ALA Top Ten Picks for Young Adults, etc. Not so much winners of the (eg) NewBerry Award (with a large shiny coin shaped thingy pasted on the cover of the book. Another quirk? 'Bestselling' works are also almost always guaranteed a nod from me.

Another important thing to consider: A good title never hurt. I usually go for those that are original, quirky or maybe even downright outrageous. An example of a title I like: Sleeping freshmen never lie. Not only is it a pun (sleep; lie, get it?), but it relates loosely to the idiom "Dead men tell no tales". The story's about a guy just about to embark on high school life (and is terribly dreading it), thus the origin: Sleeping freshmen= Dead men, Lie=Tell Tales.

Book series are also enjoyable. It's the thrill of discovering the latest of the series out in the library, perhaps. Two particular ones which have gotten me hooked on are Gossip Girl (about life among the rich, but still v. human, teenagers in the Big Apple- extract of a review: '..sex and the city for the younger set') and Confessions of Georgia Nicolsen (you can tell from the title of the first book of the series "Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging" that it will be a rather nonsensical- and ballistic- but still 'seriously funny- be careful about reading it in public' series). Both of them are bestsellers. The latter, internationally.

But in the end, the most important thing, I guess, is the willingness of the person to pick up a book and his or her determination to finish it. After all, even if there are awesome reviews and everything, there still wouldn't be books if there weren't readers around. =D

Welcome to our humble abode...

2006-01-04T18:21:00.000+08:00

Neither of us intended to create this blog because either of us wanted to blog. In fact, the thought has never crossed our minds. But TOGETHER (caps because RORIE is included), we will actualize, author, beget, build, coin, compose, conceive, concoct, constitute, construct, contrive, design, devise, discover, dream up, effect, erect, establish, fabricate, fashion, father, forge, form, formulate, found, generate, hatch, imagine, initiate, institute, invent, invest, make, occasion, organize, originate, parent, perform, plan, procreate, produce, rear, set up, shape, sire, spawn... AND start a blog oh so alarming, astonishing, awe-inspiring, awful, beautiful, breathtaking, daunting, dreadful, exalted, far out, fearful, fearsome, formidable, frantic, frightening, grand, hairy, horrible, horrifying, imposing, impressive, intimidating, magnificent, majestic, mind-blowing, moving, nervous, overwhelming, shocking, striking, stunning, stupefying, terrible, terrifying, wonderful, wondrous, zero cool that it will shock you to death.

This is gonna be such a bang-up, capital, champion, excellent, fine, first-rate, top year!

p.s. THERE'S your vocabulary lesson #1 à la blog style, RORIE :)

-The Mother