Tuesday, January 31, 2006

MY KEYBOARD IS MELTING.

I am now experiencing the worst feeling in the world..

Outside, the sky is on fire.
I feel bloated.
I've got nudding to do.
Interesting people to chat with who are online - 0
My desk is really messy. An ant couldn't find space on it.
Everything on the TV is crap.
I finished reading my book.
whine whine whine


OH WAIT
I KNOW!

I'VE GOT HOMEWORK TO DO.

YAY.

YAAAY
PRAISE HOMEWORK, IN ALL IT'S BOREDOM-CURING GLORYYY

[Told ya this blog wasn't entertaining. Nya nya.]

Bloaty.

Woke up well today, ate too much for my own acceptance, and watched Memoirs of a Geisha. Pretty good. Mm.

OMGSAPPYCRAP:
You show up and you make me miss
the times from then, those times of bliss
If only they I could be there now
happy, laughing, wondering how
I ever was happy before thse days
those days of where I learned to play


I'm starting to miss certain people.

Sigh.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Leave 'er alone!

Just came back from Chinese New Year's eve party. Involved the usual eating and watching TV ritual we usually have. Wasn't so long, because my cousins were celebrating at their dad's family's place.

Anyways, my newest cousin, little baby [NAME] was there. And boy did it annoy me to see my little sister try to make it smile. By poking her in the face, taking off her mits.. and lifting her hand, whizzing it towards the baby's face, and stopping, as if threatening to whack her. Wow. That's really gonna make her smile, Claire. Yeah.

And I think the baby's most pitiful moment was when she was being held her dad and everyone-EVERYONE- whipped out the handphone-cameras and starting sticking them in the baby's face - all at once. And my little sister joined in too, grabbing a camera and blaring out "LOOK HERE LOOK HERE, SMILE SMILE"
The baby was wiggling around with a pained expression, and cried.
"Oh, it's probably because she just ate."
IT'S THE PHONES AND CAMERAS, GENIUS.
And so the baby got smothered with flashes of light while those without cameras just sat and watched while smiling, like this was perfectly normal. Jeez.

A while after that the baby needed a diaper change, and her parents went into a room to do the deed. My mom and little sis, still engrossed with the baby, went to the room too. The baby saw them and bawled it's eyes out. I think I saw Claire still holding a camera. give the baby a break, you guys.

When I have a kid, I'll never let that happen. Being smothered by faces while being changed. Getting smothered by faces while trying to rest. Man.

Day rate: 64%.

20%: Chinese new year celebration today, which replaced the last two lessons.
-10%: Last two lessons included english, and we had POA work to do. On this day. Of celebration.
-5%: Senior citizens blocked my view during the performances.
10%: Indian/malay performances were pretty good. Dunno why they had them on a CHINESE New Year's celebration. I mean, I know it improves the whole racial harmony thing, but they shouldn't force em to do that, really..
-10%: Overall thing was kinda boring. Appreciate the effort I must, tho.
25%: Went to Radin Mas for cny celebrations (I have no idea why we do this. Tradition, I guess.) and actually had a good time despite the lack of people.
5%: Met *BLEEP* there by sheer coincidence. Percentage woulda been higher if we got to talk more. Mm.
5%: I got to eat an awesome blueberry jam waffle. Those are the best.
10%: Walton party. Man that was good tofu.
-5%: Guess I shuldn't have eaten so much tofu. Auugh..
10%: Great fireworks view.
-5%: Shouldn't of drank so much Green Orange (haha) tea.
14%: That Koh guy is awesome. I want more of his riddletricky things.
-10%: ate too many chestnuts. Ughr.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

From my Handy-Dandy-Notepad.

Well, I decided to post what I've been putting in my little notepad, where I scribble my thoughts[T], stuff to look up[W], words to define[M] and ideas[I] on so I don't forget them.

_______________________
SONGS TO LOAD
Group X - girl
that beefcake song
[W]

all my smarter friends have ****** ******** (Sorry, this contains no vulgarities, but may be offensive to certain friends of mine.)
[T]

The plural of oasis
[W]

Moon stealing sun's spotlight (don't wanna explain.)
[I]

properties of skin-cuts or scrapes healing in different temperatures
[W]

Rain - spreading germs
[W]

A world where no colour but blue exists, cave-digger-ist-things find the most beautiful thing their world has ever seen, the colour red, in solid form. They use this magic thing to colour everything in their world red. After all, after seeing blue all the time red is the most beautiful thing in existence. In months they realise all blue is gone and they are once again a world with one colour
[I]

____________________________________________

...
And that's it for now. Man I need stuff to blog about. Rrr.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

ONE.

Had a very strange dream today. All I remember:

It starts off with a crowd in a rural version of chinatown kinda setting. At night. Suddenly, some huge tube slightly pokes out of the sky and sucks in a building, which rips itself off the ground and gets projected into the sky, with bits of dirt debris falling off. One by one, other buildings get sucked in, and then the weirdest thing happens - the huge clump of thick clouds slowly get sucked into it too. I get way too freaked out and scared and see a shelter - this house with a wide, garage-door kind of.. door. I run in, and there are these wooden chairs around a big dining table. Next thing I remember I peek out, look into the sky and see this machine with a light attached to it's end peering down, kinda like a camera. Some voice comes out of it, but I can't remember. I go back in. Scared
Later more people come in from a back door. We eat some kind of feast, and then the house gets ripped off the ground. We look around and see these buldings with names on them that start with "ONE//", and everything looks kinda futuristicky.

For example, there's this hospital with a name on it "ONE//GENERAL HOSPITAL" and another "ONE//FOOD CENTRE" and others. Surprisingly there's only one of every building around. The nly people around that weren't 'normal' are these policemen walking around with futuristic armor-police uniforms. Weird. We start living in the place, like we're specimens or test projects under the mysterious ONE corporation. I can't remember what comes next, all I remember is running around, and abandoning a beautiful girl I found in the place, who somehow gruesomely died by some machinery killing her.

Weird, I say.

Whoooo are you.

There comes a time for every Friendster member when they look at their list of friends and think: "Who are these people?"
Man, I'm looking at these people, and I see... nobody I know. That isn't from my class. Well, with with the exception of a few (people from camp, polo, and neighbours). I hope I never rech the level of 300+ friends on friendster. Idunno how they remember these people. If.. they do remember them anyways.

This is the best thing ever:
http://www.4q.cc/vin/index.php?topthirty

*sigh*
Starting to miss Campteen. Again.
Also starting to miss Canada. Again.
And starting to miss the holidays, after saying I missed school during the holidays.

Sigh.
Sai.
Sie.
Si.

PS: Happy birthday Grannybird!

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Best. Sleep/Wake-up combo. In days. Weeks.

Ah.
No, not the 'Oh' Ah. Or the Dissapointment Ah. Think Relaxed. Think leisure. Think taking-a-desperately-needed-piss-Ah. Think "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh....."

Today I woke up with a relaxingly blurry view of the room, dreams still clouding around in my brain. Sister not at home, other sister not at home, dad in his room, mom not at home. Noise: Not At Home.
Peaceful awakenings are Awesome.

So I went to my friend's house today. Guy's got a really religious mom (as he says), a lama (Idunno what a lama is, really. I figure it's equal to a priest in his religion.) in his room, and yet has a room holding a drawer of porno books, with a few lightly sprinkled around another room. Bake and you get your Wtf Cake™.

We played a bit of badminton, had a game of 'ABC' (more like basketball target practice) and swam, challenging each other who could paddle backwards while sitting in those orange hard plastic floats marked for lifeguard use only. I beat both of 'em. (of course).
After this we sat in the Room of Clouds, also known to many as the Steam Room. Breathing in that place felt like my mouth was pressed against some guy's ass, so I decided not to. I like breathing big breaths.

I like, big, BREATHS AND I CANNOT LIE-

So. Anyways. I got sick of the room, said goodabai and left. In the drizzle. Damn weather. Still, I held in my hand the wonder of a bag that is waterproof, so I held it high above my head in pride, sheilding the head and shoulders (ahem) from wetness. Not minding that I looked like a total dork, walking through umbrella-holding people. Smiling assholes.

Later that day I went to a party for the opening of this sports magazine called FrontRow Sports. I came complaining that I was "SO... HUNGRY. FOOD. NEED FOOD." And left going "Auuughh... so.. full..". The food there was great. The band was great. The people were great. I loved it. And I wish I got the name of the band. They were pretty good. And now, I rest. Man it's late.

Monday, January 16, 2006

I Didn't Wake Up Proper - The saga continues!

So.
The morning after the previous post (Sunday. Yesterday.), I woke up to the magical sound of none other than my little sister and my mom screaming.

My very first words on the christian day of rest:

"SHUT UP"


Bleh. Too lazy to type more. Gatta sleep. G'night readers-who-are-not-reading.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Ah, Saturday morning.

8.00 am:
I wake up to a loud, annoying tune of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" coming from nowhere. In heaven, angels are pointing at me and laughing, because I can't wake up properly for once. Stupid angels.
I wait for the high-pitched tune to end, jamming my fists in my ears.

8.15 am:
The alarm clock finally finishes it's song of of mass irritation, determining the guarantee that my ears won't bleed eardrum when they get opened, which they do.
But, oh no.
It starts over.

10.30 am:
I wake up again to the sweet, sweet sound of nothing. I look to my right and see a nice alarm clock, with the 'snooze' button neatly turned on.
Only, the snooze button is actually a 4-inch long dent in the clock, and the light that shows it's turned on is flames.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Numero uno.

Day one in the world of blogging.

People do it, the school's encouraging it (blog contests. CONTESTS. What?), and now I decide to give blogging a try.


..

..


Well, this is.. new... and I haven't (and probably won't any time soon) really... introduced it to anyone yet.. I suppose I can do anything I want..

Bla.
Bluggedy.
BLINGADINGADOO.


Still, this is my first blog... post.
So.
I shall make it nice (kinda) and proper (kinda).


MY DAY.
Well, today started with me waking up early with painful eye-crusties (again), and showering with all the precious warm water used up (again), and started off school in the hall hopelessly alone and sitting (again).
Classes were okay, started with our groups giving out our "project" characters' descriptions. The paper was suddenly (but with subtle sneakiness) pushed to me, so I could present it. Yes, without being told beforehand. So much for group discussion. Jeez.

Still, we were 'saved by the bell', and Van was gonna do it because, well, she was holding the paper. Trying to give it to me.
Now, part of me goes "HA. THE GODS HAVE SPOKEN AND YOU SHALL PAY.", and the other part of me goes "Uh oh.I better watch my soon-to-be-tender shoulder and back area, she's giving me the squinty kill-mode look."
But I laugh anyway. What a saint.

Next lesson: Geography.
Blablabla, watched old-time videos about oil refinement in Singapore..

Next lesson: MANDARINARINARIN.
Not too bad actually. Did a bit of work, avoided conversation about the kite we had to make. (That's right. A kite. for chinese lessons. What. The. Earth.)

Next 'lesson': Recess! (Note how it rhymes with YES.)
Recess was okay, we got let off early, so we ate early, but had to choke up a bit of the food 'cause DT saw us.
"And I suppose he should spit out the food he was eating until the bell rings blablabla"
But innocent me was chomping away. Aha. Maybe I got let off because I was the only one there eating fruit?

("Sticks and stones... won't break my bones. But always... will.. be true." I love this song. I love Tom Waits. And yes, I've said this 10 bujillion times before.)

Next lessons: something. something. math. something. Home.
It didn't rain today! Finally, a day where I don't come home soaking with my clothes 20 pounds heavier and a guarantee of waking up flu-ified the following morning. Rain is a dog. Of the female variety.

Augh. I probaby shouldn't be picking at this pimple-scab. Oh, No. Now it's this huge, vertical puddle of blood on my face.

Note to self-which-I-show-you-anyway: dried up puddles of zitblood are cool. Puddles that haven't dried are messy. Messy factor = 10. Over 3.