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2009-10-07T23:11:00.002+08:00

I always remember to blog when I'm supposed to be doing work. Odd or whut?

Updates:

- I got a pet crayfish. No, it can't be eaten. Yes, it does kiap fingers. No, I haven't been kiapped. Yet.
I named it Spiny. Its full name is Spinelius Cortuge the fourth- it's royalty.
He's blue and about 3 inches long from claw to tail, and totally adorable :D
I've got a close-up peekture of him on FB if anyone's interested; I'm too lazy as hell to find it and upload it here.

- At the present moment, I am working on a business presentation which I've no idea how to do, but is due tomorrow, and attempting to start on my history mini-essay, due Friday but needs to be sent to the sexy Mr. James by tomorrow.

Shit. I really have no idea how to do the business thingamajig, and I'm so damn tired, I just want to collapse into my warm, comfy and inviting bed, and drift away into dreamland where there are no scary pieces of homework out to get me..

I HATE ASSIGNMENTS/PROJECTS/HOMEWORK. YOU SUCK, WORK! YOU SUCK SO DAMN BAD!

GRAAAAHHHHHHHHH! RANTRANTRANTRANTRANT.

I feel a little dumb because I'm practically talking to myself on my blog. Ah hell, who cares. It's supposed to be a diary of sorts anyways. And ranting feels good.

GOOOOOOOOD.

:(

2009-09-10T13:48:00.002+08:00

Holidays seem to have barely started and it's already ending.. And I haven't even really done anything apart from lazing around at home, sleeping late and sleeping in. Shite.

Facebook is being a bitch and refuses to let me log in.. Like I can do anything EXCEPT logging in.

GAH :(

Blogging diarrhoea + disjointed rant on the (be)little(d) one

2009-08-29T20:25:00.006+08:00

I've actually got one more paper (chemistry) nest Wednesday, but for some reason, it feels like exams are over already :D

I think I did pretty well for the chinese essay- surprisingly, the only word I forgot was "shui" as in sleep. wth, of all the difficult words to forget I forget that one.. (must be symbolic of my lack of sleep as I frantically crammed every night!) But I remembered it in the end, so all's good :D

History was an interesting experience.

I was so amazed at the amount of words that were pouring out of my brain out onto the writing paper- it's like all the ideas and facts swishing around in my head had a mass-orgy, resulting in my historical epiphany.
*click* Annabelle Ip likes this.

But I was at a loss for what to write for 3 questions, and only had the best part of 15 minutes to complete them- (because I got clever this time, and completed the 15 mark question first, especially since I actually KNEW how to answer it) the sources they were based on were actually in a worksheet we were previously given, which I didn't complete/turn in because I was ill.
..Oh well. Either way, he didn't mark them nor go through the worksheet, so.. No matter.

They were worth 5,6 and 6 marks respectively, I did the first 2 half-heartedly since I didn't even really understand the sources (in one of the sources- a cartoon, the man I thought was Hitler was in fact Chamberlain. wth la.) and ran out of time to complete the third, which I completely didn't understand, anyways.

Blah.

After my papers, there was a teacher's day rehearsal that was supposed to start at 1, but only commenced at 1:40. I was really pissed and grumpy at the blatant waste of time.
Jie Yu was shouting at the other councillors about how irresponsible,unorganized and useless they were, while all she did was.. Carry 1 mic stand.. And.. Uhh.. Shout at the councillors.
Wow, very useful.
Her extremely whiny voice grated on my nerves and did nothing to help my already-foul mood, and when the actual rehearsal finally started, I sang like shite :(
At least we were the first performers so we could take our leave after we did our bit.

No offense, but I find it very hard to bear with her. Kudos to Bryan (Ng) and Jessica for putting up with her before, and actually appearing to be fond of her.

While she's prancing around in what she thinks to be an adorable manner, making grotesque "endearing" faces at Ke an and EJ, and screeching in her very,very high-pitched voice, she's also got a massive ego and treats everyone else as though she's superior to them.

Once, we were asked to shift chairs, and while Jie Yu kicked up this huge, cutesy fuss over struggling to carry one, (good lord, is the girl really that weak!?) Ke an helped her, and Jie Yu immediately protested rudely, "Heyyyyyyy! I have muscles tooooooooo!"

It's like.. ... So do you want to be helped, or what?

She always used to ask me what I thought her best features were, and she'd go on to blather on about how she thinks she has good skin and how great she thinks her figure is.
I shan't comment on that because tastes are very personal.

Another time, during a chemistry practical, we were asked to find the volume of a drop of water.
The teacher hinted that we needed to count the number of drops of water in some way.

We were given burettes, so.. The obvious course of action would be to either decide on a number of droplets, say 50, count them as you release them, then divide the volume of water used by the number of drops, or the other way around, decide on a volume of water, then count how many drops makes up that amount. Pretty straightforward.

We were asked to do it 3 times for accuracy, and by the end of the period, while people were cleaning up their benches, she was still sitting there, silently counting drops of water. Her burette was almost empty, and then she asked us, "do we count in the water that's in the tip of the burette below the line?"

We were like !?!??!

Turns out she started alllll the way from the top of the burette (50ml I think?) and counted every single drop of water in that 50 ml. She'd counted close to a thousand drops, I think.
"Am I doing it wrong?" She asked us.

We were like ............... And kindly told her what actually needed to be done.

"I'm not stupid, you know!" She rudely retorted and proceeded to ignore us. Not a word of thanks, of course ._.

And oftentimes she's in class asking a simple question, getting an extremely clear answer, then going, "Ya, but I still don't understand why xyz!(the same question)"
The process is repeated 2 or 3 times, then she nods her head and goes "Ohhhh.." in a very unconvincing manner. It's pretty clear that she doesn't get it.

I might be wrong, but this happens relatively often- thus leading me to the conclusion that she's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box.

I know it's not very nice of me to complain about her- she's never really done anything to me, but I can't help but find her quite.. Pretentious. I mean, the forced cutesy voice, the way she walks/runs.. NOBODY does any of that naturally. NOBODY. And when she's being serious, her voice changes. Not as high and unnatural.

..Yah. Okay, enough ranting D:
Even the saintly, ever-patient Ke an comes to me sometimes and lets off some steam about her, so I guess I'm allowed to as well, right? :D

I went to Bryan's place for a swim today, we were tanning on lounge chairs next to each other. He was reading Waiting for Godot, a thoroughly uninteresting book, for Lit, and totally ignored me for almost 20 minutes, engrossed in his stupid book. I was staring at him the whole time but didn't get a single glance in return -_-

I lost my temper and stalked off into the freezing-cold shallow pool, sitting down behind one of the ornamental pillars with water falling from a fountain-thingy above. Bryan soon came after me, concernedly asking me what was wrong. I told him, then he got irritated and defensive, saying that I was the one who didn't talk to him, and that he would have talked to me if I did. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so I gave up and just went "yeah, yeah, okay" in a very patronising manner.

He soon got fed up and walked off, presumably to dive back into his fascinating book.

I stubbornly waited there in the same position even though I was damn near shivering from the cold. I mean, it would be pretty dumb if I went back to him, right? hahahaha. It's a girl thing, I suppose D:

After who-knows-how-long of me sitting there freezing my ass off, Bryan skipped up to me and started being all sweet and apologetic. I was still mad, but couldn't help but to eventually break out into a smile when he kept trying to force me under the fountain-thingy after telling me, wide-eyed, that I couldn't go on the water-slides unless I went under it. Hahahah.

Okay I'm tired of typing.

Hugs, kisses and PushPop love! (Berry flavoured)

You make sunshine come out my ass :D

2009-08-27T19:58:00.002+08:00

Shitshit. I think I did craptastically for chinese.

The poem I memorised only had one sentence to finish, and it was worth like.. 1 mark.

The stupid chinese metaphor things (like nine cows one hair?) came out in an entire damn section and was worth 10 marks! Even the open-ended comprehension was only 7 marks!

And I couldn't understand the stupid comprehension that I was supposed to use to write a letter on. I'm reasonably sure it was about dumplings, especially since it had a little picture of dumplings at the top..

I couldn't tell which confusing-looking words were names, dishes or places, so I just randomly copy-and-pasted impressive-looking bits into the letter D:

GRRRMPH CHINESE!
It's not like I'm planning to deal with China people anytime in the future- even the non-english-speaking waiters and waitresses in restaurants piss me off to no end, so why do I needa take it? >:(

And I failed math, as per normal, but this time I REALLY tried, so I'm pretty sure I'll get double digits this time. The last time I totally gave up on it and spend the best part of 5 minutes solving the simplest equations and got 4% I think.

If I got absolutely super-duper full-marks for every single question I attempted, I'd get 39/80. Sad or what :(

I don't care much for math, but I decided that a few more marks wouldn't go amiss improving my overall score. And plus, I really want to do well this time because Mrs. Koh has been giving me two 1 hour 20 minute lessons a week during my free periods, which is really sweet of her..

I feel so terrible for loathing math :(

Bryan came over today for a while after school and suddenly, he looked at me solemnly, and whispered, "The target has been sighted. Missiles locked, firing in 3..2..1.."
and then he made this "shzooooom" sound and flew his hands over and started tickling me furiously. Then we had an epic inter-galactic tickle battle.
HAHAHAHAHA, he is the cutest thing ever, never ceases to make me smile :D

Anyways, enough soppiness, I've history tomorrow, and I HAVE to do well, because this is one of the few subjects that I should be scoring in..

Argh, I'm so scared.. Mr. James will be so very, very disappointed if I screw up history again :(

Pruny kisses and sweaty hugs to all!

ZOMG UPDATE

2009-08-26T23:38:00.004+08:00

Quick quick quick!

- New (first ever) camera; Lumiz TZ7- it's orgasmic. And also happens to be my christmas present for this year. It even has a built in thingy for camwhoring, "self-portrait", where it centres the face in the middle of the picture. Like I said, orgasmic :D

I now have a fear of letting a stranger help me take pictures. Like in disneyland or something.
The dude would just grab it and run, right? Right? Ah, but he doesn't know that I'll catch up to him in 3 strides and open a can of whoop-ass right there.

- EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS

- 2 papers today: English paper 1 (don't know how I did, grades are always a hit or miss with Bala, depending on his mood) and B&M, which I'm reasonably sure I did fine for

- 3 feckin' papers tomorrow: English paper 2, (on Waiting For Godot and Royal Cunt, I mean, Hunt of the Sun- both of which I haven't finished reading *gasps*) Chinese paper 1 (we need to memorise 2 poems. Grmmph) and maths. Triple epicular fail. Verrry nice.

- MY BLACKBERRY BABY IS TOTALLY MALFUNCTIONING ON ME.
I love it to bits and am gonna replace it with another BBB from Starhub, who offers on-the-spot exchange if the phone goes crazy within the warranty period.
Singtel sends it to CANADA to be repaired. And it takes 3 weeks. Singtel can eat my nuts.

- I'mma order beef jerky from eBay. Awesome or what.

I'm supposed to be reading up on the 2 books for english paper tomorrow. Why the hell did I end up blogging!?

wtfbbq, I always blog when I'm not supposed to, and never blog when I'm free.

LOVE HUGS AND PEEWEE KISSES.

Black & White & Grey.

2009-08-02T15:40:00.005+08:00

I don't even know if I'm ultimately right or wrong now. I wish I could stop doing this but I can't- my emotions keep getting the best of me. I don't want this to happen anymore but it can't stop, I can't stop. I hate this feeling of paranoia that keeps bubbling up like an overflowing pot, causing me to lose control.

But I also hate that you can't and refuse to understand, no matter how many times I try to explain, to rationalise why I have to do this.

Are my justifications sound? I can't tell; I'm biased since my emotions keep taking over.
Are you the one who's in the wrong for not allowing yourself to be let in? Am I not letting you in?

I don't even know if I should say sorry.

I don't understand why it's so difficult for you. Is this really so important? More so than me? Is that why this is happening?

I'm supposed to have a presentation ready for class tomorrow. How am I supposed to concentrate on fascism when turmoil's raging in my head?

Nevermind. I have nothing to do but wait. That's what I asked for in the first place, anyways. I'll wait, but I don't know what will happen, what difference it'll make after the wait's over. I honestly don't think anything will change. The only thing I can think of is the last thing we'll ever resort to.

I honestly hope it doesn't come to that, but I guess it's the only plausible solution.

It's been a while..

2009-07-30T20:53:00.003+08:00

Note: Sorry for another bitch-post. I really need to get it out, or I'm gonna explode.

Life has been rather complicated of late.

The IB life has been a flurry of long, draggy days, mountains of homework (which I occasionally turn in, if the fancy takes me) and extreme weariness. I can still deal with it, though- the class is constantly surging forward in a flow of intellect, you can't help but be pushed along with it.

But I've been having a large problem. It's a friend of mine, a close one.

For the past few months, I've gradually came to realise how CLOSE someone can get, how uncomfortable it can be. Everyday, towards the end of school, instead of feeling elated that my "own" time is drawing near- I have to start prepping myself, inventing stories and lies, so that I can get away.

During free-periods, me and Bryan are sometimes settled comfortably outside the classroom, enjoying the feel of the sun on our chilled skin. Maybe we're flirting with each other, maybe I'm weaving my voice around his.
Isn't it a little awkward to plop yourself down as well, 2 inches away from me?

Maybe he wants to show me something he wants to get on the internet- do you really have to draw up a chair so close to me and him, and better yet- offer to help him buy it?
I understand your good intentions. But really, some things ought to be left to the girlfriend with the debit card.

Can you blame me for wanting to get away?

"It just feels like I'm always being left on my own because every waking moment of her life has to be spent with him. I guess some girls are like that; they don't need friends, they just need their boyfriends. I never really understood that."
- An excerpt from her blog post

Maybe you'll understand, when you actually find someone you're willing to love.

It's hard to be apart from him when he's there, tangibly, not just a phone text or his disembodied voice. When I hardly see him outside of school, when time is restrained by family and parents, time together is pretty precious- I'm always left wanting.

I'm sure fifteen minutes more or less grinding with a faceless stranger in a haze-filled club is nothing to you, but when I know I won't be seeing Bryan over the long weekend, I could use that fifteen minutes to enjoy being held by him. Those precious few minutes can make a world of difference.

I really don't understand. Before, when I genuinely enjoyed your company, you'd run off to flirt with guys that you're not even vaguely interested in. Not a word of complaint from me- I'd just find someone else to hang out with, right? Why can't you?

And to add insult to injury, when I'm trying my hardest to still continue spending time with you, to be nice to you, to continue being a good friend to you, you go and do something so, so stupid.

I asked you to help me hang on to my wallet while I dump the empty noodle bowls. I forget to ask for it back from you, perhaps you absentmindedly tucked it under your arm and forgot about it as well.

Why would you go and do something like tossing it under someone else's table? Not even under your own table, which I know for a fact is half-empty?

You didn't even think to return it to me when school ended, did you, when you claimed to have been fiddling with my wallet chain throughout maths and chemistry, which are the last two lessons? That's odd, it must have been under YOUR table if you were fiddling with it, isn't it? How on earth did it end up under the table next to yours?

And who would dare to walk up and take money from my wallet from the table right behind me?
I know I didn't leave the classroom the entire time my wallet was there.

Ah, whatever. I'm pretty sure you took the money, alright?

Even if you didn't, the only apology I get is one through an SMS?
You see me on Monday and pretend nothing happened- you just do your usual routine of hugging me, which I really, really hate. (I have nothing against hugs. But from someone who has to hug you every hour, someone you'd rather interact with an awful lot less- it really gets on your nerves)

The missing $100 gone is inconsequential in comparison with this molten, boiling emotion I'm experiencing right now.

I've always tried my best to put on a smile, rather than a wince, whenever I see you. I've to bite my tongue and restrain myself from telling you to fuck off when I want to have some time with Bryan. I try not to lash out when you get so damn close.

Why do you have to go and make everything worse by doing this? Now I can't even trust you?

And you wonder why I'm "drifting away". Maybe you should give it a good, long thought.

I'm sorry..

2009-05-31T23:54:00.002+08:00

Early warning- this is a depressing post.

Today I'll pretend this is is a diary, and not an online blog that anyone can just click on and read.

Dear diary:
I've been kinda "out of it" recently.

It's like the stress is burning behind my eyes, constantly trying its damned best to make its way out. In the form of tears.

I've been a mess recently, suddenly tearing, with no explanation apart from the inferno in my mind.

I just wanna say sorry to anyone I've let down in any way.

I'm sorry if I've ever hurt any of you, physically or emotionally. I'm sorry if anyone got really offended by me making fun of them- I'm usually joking. I'm sorry if I'm a high-maintenance girlfriend. I'm sorry if I ask for too much- from anyone. I'm sorry I let so many people down, people that had such high hopes and expectations of me. I'm sorry if I used to be a prat and mistreated anyone. I'm sorry if I borrowed money from anybody and haven't returned it. I'm sorry I didn't complete my homework. I'm sorry I'm such a mess up. I'm sorry I can't do anything right.I'm sorry I'm so damn useless.

Shit, I need to stop. I'm making myself really depressed.

Oh,right. I'm in Hong Kong, for those of you that don't know.
My grandpa is in the hospital. He has terminal blood cancer. We're waiting for him to die, to put it bluntly.

Just like how we came to Hong Kong at this exact same time last year to wait for my grandma to die.

It sucks.

It doesn't help me out of my slump at all.

I hope this depression is temporary :/

Homework ought to be hit up the ass with a shotgun.

2009-04-25T18:04:00.004+08:00

I owe lots and lots of assignments.

This is partially due to my 2 weeks of alternate-day absenteeism (because of that shit bug that I caught recently) during the peak-period of homework-giving, also because of teachers like Mrs. Koh, (who I'll rant a little about later on) but the biggest fault can be blamed on my extreme procrastination.

I'd take out all the work to be done, and my Filofax, and I'll gaze in mixed awe and horror at the huge task set ahead of me.

I'd take out a few pens, test them a few times, then proceed to spend 20 minutes scribbling "Hi my name is Annabelle" in different fonts and sizes and colours, and with my pencil, start doodling hearts and curliques, then erase parts of them out too see how it looks.
Then I redraw them in different ways.

Then I'd start making chunks of black, and test out the effectiveness of my various erasers.
(For your information: The "soft" eraser's still the best. Don't bother paying $3 for some pretty-looking shit eraser.)

Then.. I'd neatly put away all but one of the pens and erasers and whatnot, and look for my iPod to play some music to get me in the "studying mood".

Then I'd spend another 5 minutes deciding what music is good studying music, and end up shuffling all the Jason Mraz songs.
Then I'd start singing along to them.

Then I'd call Bryan and ask him if he's learnt how to play "Love for a child" yet. (He hasn't)
Then I'd talk to him for another 10 minutes after flopping comfortably on my wonderful queen-sized bed.

Then I'd remember that book that I started the night before, and how it was at an exciting bit.
So I'd read.
Then I'd inevitably fall asleep.

See how I do my work?

Yeah.

Mrs. Koh is also crazy.

I used to owe 8 pieces of math work.
I handed up 4, and would spend her lessons trying to finish them as she chased me for them.
So I don't pay attention to her teaching.

Now I owe her 12 pieces, and I have no idea how to do any of them.

And she just piles and piles and piles the assignments on, 10 questions a pop.
10 questions sound like nothing, but not when each are in parts (a)-(k).

We've never NOT had math homework.
And then she calls our parents when we don't hand them up.
So clever, eh?

I asked her if it would be possible to not assign work for maybe 2 or 3 lessons, because there's only one student that's handed up every single assignment (Ke An, obviously) and I'm pretty sure we all wanted to catch up on them.

What did she say?
"But I give you guys so little homework! I'm sure I'm one of the teachers who assigns the least work!"

Me: O.O *mouth WIIIDE open*
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?

I didn't know whether to get a heart attack or laugh.

Mrs Koh evidently thought I was exaggerating, and asked her favourite students what they thought of her workload. It was clear she knew what answer she expected from them.

Guess what?
The likes of Jie Yu, Eun Jeong and Ke An ALL agreed she assigned TOO MUCH WORK.

She asked the class to raise their hands if they thought there was too much work/too little work.
People like Willy decided that raising his hand to ask for more work would be really hilarious, and did so.

But still, about 2/3 of the class voted "too much work". Duh.
Well anyways, Mrs Koh decided not to increase nor decrease the workload.

What the fuck. Colossal waste of time.

Me and a couple of other students were 5 minutes late for her class,
(because lunch break is only a meagre 30 mins, with swarms and swarms of hwachong boys and JC students- the only way to be late is to eat from the chicken rice stall, which is disgusting and gives me diarrhoea. TMI, I know.) and she decided to make us all wait outside until all the late students arrived.

Mr John just happened to walk past, and saw all of us standing outside the class.
Mrs Koh told him what happened, of course, wonderful person that she is.

He asked who were "repeat offenders" who were often late for her class.

Guess who she picked out?

Me, Anasha, Trisha and Bryan.

She said that we were ALWAYS late.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

You see, for the whole year, we've maybe only been late two or three times.
We are ALWAYS (apart from those 2/3 occurences) waiting for her in class before she arrives.

Guess what?

Mr John set up detention for all of us.

We have to be in school at 7 AM for a whole damn week.

We've all decided that she's not a very nice person.

Oh, and at the end of the lesson, she told us:
"Okay, I won't be assigning you guys homework for the weekend, but finish up the piece I just gave you."

Wow. Real clever. No homework, but do this piece I gave you.

*sigh*

And I'm supposed to be doing some work now, but instead I'm complaining about it.
And I'm getting that terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, an increasing discomfort that ebbs, telling me,
"You really shouldn't be doing this now. You should go do your work now. NOW. NOW!"

I have no idea if anyone else gets this. It's not exactly PAIN, but it's like a.. Gut panic attack? o.o

Yeah okay whatever.

Oh yeah, my mum dislikes Geraldine too. HAHA.
We bitch together about her. Wonderful mother-daughter bonding time :D

And tomorrow I'm going to Vivo with the boyf because I still owe him the mini hair-straighteners I promised him for his birthday. And he wants to look at stuff in Topman.

Actually I hate Vivo. It's mostly the shop layout and structure, where any 2 interesting shops are the furthest apart from each other.

And the food there's rubbish.

I wanted to go somewhere fun. Like cycling. Or the science centre. Or the birdpark.
Since we haven't went out in 3 weeks, I wanted to do something special.

But he never wants to go to these sort of places.
It's always the standard movie/walk around town.

Such a bloody waste of time.
It's like, he picks me up at 1, and has to be home by 6.

So we have 5 hours together, once every 3 weeks, and we spend half of it watching a movie.
Then we waste money (my money) walking around, because I always end up buying useless crap I never use.

*sighs*

Okay I think I should go do my work now.

All of you know what that means.. :D

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2009-04-19T19:35:00.003+08:00

Yeah okay that's the last time I ask for comments.

I'm a loser, I know.. :(

I hate all you dumb-ass readers for not answering my plea for comments.
All of you are first-rate ASSHOLES!

Grrrr..

Whatever. I'll blog to MYSELF.
And I shall COMMENT to my WONDERFUL BLOG.

Hey beautiful!

I watched "Knowing" yesterday.
Since you're me, you've already watched it, so it doesn't matter if I release spoilers, right? :)

- THE CREEPY GUYS THAT FOLLOW THEM AROUND ARE ANGELS
- NICHOLAS CAGE HAS TO GIVE UP HIS SON TO THE ANGELS, WHO TAKE THEM AWAY IN A SPACESHIP
- THE WHOLE WORLD IS DESTROYED BY A SUPER-FLARE EMITTED BY THE SUN

Ha!

In your face, assholes! D:

I hope I spoiled your movie-watching experience.

Serves you bloody right for making me look like a loser.

The movie actually really creeped me out.
I was goose-bumping throughout the whole movie.

But what really disappointed me was how the ending was just absolute shit.
The stupid spaceship left the two kids in a huge, beautiful stretch of land, with grass and plants waving everywhere, and they run towards a bloody tree of Eden.

What the fuck, man. Why the tree?
Why the shitty biblical reference?

The movie was ruined.

But overall I think it was pretty interesting, and leaves you thinking for quite a while after you walk out of the theatre.

For best results, watch it at night like I did.
Makes it more creepy.

But then again, I'm a complete coward when it comes to thrillers.
So maybe it won't freak you out at all.

Oh, and the Neutrogena Wave rocks my socks.

Anasha gave me hers.

It's like.. A pink vibrator.
But.. For your face.

And surprisingly, it worked.

You put on the pre-soaped cloth cotton pad thing on, put it under running water, turn it on, and get it all over your face.

I was such a skeptic when I saw it launched at Watsons, and even more so when I saw who was its endorser- Vanessa "hairy" Ann Hudgens.

Who knows where else she uses that thang?
Errrrkk.

Anyways, after using it for the first time, my face felt surprisingly smooth to the touch and tight as well.

But moisturizer is a must afterwards, because it's a little drying.

But it's great for daily use- both a cleanser and exfoliator in one.

Mmm.

Shit, I want bubble tea.

Love till later~

Ai Eff Dee, and the stupid bitch from hell.

2009-04-17T15:37:00.011+08:00

Stupid Trisha.

She called yesterday, asking me if I wanted to get the top to wear inside of the sari.
I was like, "Do I need one?"
And she told me, "No, you can wear a tube top or a tank top inside."
I told her I had this mini, really short tube top, and asked if it was okay.
"Would I be able to see it?" I asked.

She said I wouldn't really be able to see it. So I didn't know what was the point of wearing it, then, but just agreed.

So I came to school in my own clothes, and we went to go change.
She had this velvet cropped top with sleeves, I don't know how to really describe it.

You know what?

Turns out you CAN see it after all.

She had the sleeved longish cropped top, and I had a tiny, mini tube top.

Pg-13 picture ahead, view at your own risk!

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SCANDALOUS!

Me: Omigod, I really can't wear this. I'm like naked.

Her: No, it's okay.. *looks* Yeah you look kinda naked.

...

We emerged from the toilet, and Ms. Neh and Mr. James were talking outside the staff room.

As we walked towards them, Ms. Neh smiled and said we looked pretty. Mr. James just did the whole cute grin thing.

Once we walked in front of them, Mr. James just gasped at my 90% bare back, and started laughing and laughing.

I was like oh shit.

So we crept into the MPH from the soccer-court side, since the thing had already started, and sat at the back back back, because Madam Ong was at the back too, but still in front of us.

Mr. John, who was standing behind, saw me and covered his face, with that "Oh gods, look what that dumb girl has gone and done again" smile.

He gestured to me to go over to him, and told me that it would not do to have me walking around like that.

And then he asked Madam Ong to come over and have a look.

Argh. I'm so embarrassed to just remember.

Then she gave me that "Oh god, what a slut" look, and proceeded to lecture me about how old I was already, I should know what is appropriate and what is not..

But somehow I managed to pull the long end of the sari over my back and looped over my waist.

So it was okay.

Madam Ong was actually quite amused when I told her about the stupid misunderstanding, and told me to "keep my hand there, and don't move."

My hand started cramping up from grabbing the folds of cloth at my side, so I tottered (I was wearing my heels so as to not look super stumpy) to the office.

No safety pins, but they have needle and thread.

Wow. Clever.

I ended up using a paperclip (the black triangular thingies with the metal wire that can fold down) to hold it there, and although it looked a little odd, it did the job.

Funny thing is, after I went to the toilet to check my hair and stuff, I realised that from wearing an Indian sari, it looked like I was wearing a Greek dress.

It was kinda puffing up at the make-shift sleeve, and was slanted fashoinably off one shoulder into a toga.

Hahahaha.

"See 'ow alaike we arre?" I garbled to Trisha in an Indian accent.

The performances and all that were crap, as per normal.

Food tasting "competition" took way too long.
What the hell is a food tasting competition, anyways?

There was a class that did that kickass "Jai Ho" dance from Slumdog Millionaire
(which is probably the best movie I've watched this year. AND DEV PATEL IS SUPER CUTE!)

I'm gonna force Michel to teach it to me :D

Yeah. That's about it for IFD.

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ANGRY RANT TIME!!

My brother finally found a new girlfriend, after what- 3 years of singledom?

And I found myself to be pretty.. Irritated. Although I should be happy for him.

Her name is Geraldine Chua. You guys might recognise her from season 2 of Singapore Idol.

Before seeing her, my brother bragged that she is really hot, she models, she sings really well etc.

She looks.. Average. Well to me. Maybe pretty-ish.
I have pretty high expectations of girl's looks.
You can go google her, see what you think.

Skinny, tall build.

She seems nice, but of course you'd try and be extra nice to your boyfriend/girlfriend's sister.
I'm super nice to Bryan's sister. But all of you know I'm not that nice D:

When I heard her singing up in my brother's room, I was actually like,
"Oh, not bad, not bad at all.."
She has that type of powerhouse voice?

Not exactly easy listening, as I found out a few nights later.
She's been spending the night for 3 or 4 consecutive days.

They just spend the whole of the day upstairs, go out at night, come back in the early hours of the morning, and repeat the whole process again.

Last night I was damn tired from my fever, and was snuggling in bed, dozing, dozing off-

And suddenly I heard a soft screech as the front door opened downstairs, and suddenly, that wonderful, beautiful, ever-so-talented girl opened her gab and started singing.
"FUCK!" I cursed, wide awake. I was JUST falling asleep.

I heard them go upstairs into his room.
Thank god, I thought to myself. Now I can sleep.

So I closed my eyes and thought of pillows and feathers and blue.

Then I heard the strumming of my brother's plug-in acoustic guitar, and that dumb bitch started singing "stop and stare" at full power.

Okay, maybe she's not a dumb bitch.
But it was like 1+, and I'd to wake up at 6:30!

So I don't care, I'll call her whatever I want.

As I listened and tried in vain to go back to sleep, I realised her voice was actually damn whiny if you listened to it for extended periods of time.

By the second chorus, I was grinding my teeth.

I grabbed my phone, and messaged:
Yesyes, your girlfriend's singing is very nice and meg brag. Now can you guys go have sex or something? Because I'm trying to catch a few z's here.

I was trying not to sound like my mother, and more fun/sister-like, because my brother helps me out pretty often, and I just wanted his girlfriend to shut up, not piss him off.

So a few choruses later, they finally stopped.

At bloody last!

I closed my eyes.

Then she started singing AGAIN.

I have no idea what song it was, nor did I care.

I realised I really hated her voice.
Like I really fucking hated it.

Sorry for the foul language, but I'm really pissed off about it.

I was damn pissed off by then, and called my brother's phone.
No answer.

I called again and again as she whined and whined, and he didn't fucking pick up.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"
I punched my pillow and jammed it over my head and angrily fell asleep.

So whenever I hear them upstairs talking or when I see my brother, I just feel damn irritated.

Is she like fucking moving in?

Why does she have to stay over every single damn day?

Can't they at least go out during the day?

My brother, pre-Geraldine, was out ALL DAY, and almost all night, doing WORK.
He's in NUS, and apparently they have a zillion projects due everyday.

I went studying with him occasionally, and I can tell he's really used to studying like this.

So me and my family were pretty proud of him for being so diligent and hardworking.
He really was doing work- he always came home to print pages and pages of business jargon, presentations, essays.

Now?

Home. Not studying. Playing his stupid guitar and listening to his equally stupid girlfriend's whiny garbling.

Where's all his work? Is he even still doing any?

I'm like so tempted to call up my mum and tell her all of this, and at least not allow her to spend the night.

I know I sound really bitchy, but I think it's really unreasonable to bring a girl home, to your PARENT'S HOME, especially to spend the night for so many days.

I don't really know how to explain it.
Even though he's 23, it's still unacceptable.

It's really awkward.
If they wanna pull all this shit, they should get their own bloody house.

By the way guys: It's damn disturbing to hear your brother and his girlfriend having sex.

END OF RANT
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Truly scrumptious

2009-04-16T21:50:00.002+08:00

My fever has broken.

I almost laughed when Bryan told me that.

"Oh no,"
"What happened?"
"I broke my fever. Will you buy me a new one?"

It means that the fever finally got so damn hot that your forehead finally breaks out in a sweat, and then it's over. Then you're just really tired.

I want a camera.
I wanted a polaroid camera, but apparently it's really hard to get hold of the film because polaroid cameras and their respective films have been out of production for like 4 years.

So I want a camera.
I have no idea where to start.

- What should my budget be?
- How many mega pixels? Not too many that you can see all my freckly things, but not too few that I look like something out of an abstract painting. So how many is that?
- What type? There are a million bazillion types of cameras.
- Where should I get it?
- How do I know if it's good?

I don't understand the language of cameras.

Review: In a Cyber-shot first, the T300 now features Intelligent Scene Recognition that takes the guesswork out of selecting the right camera settings in a range of common shooting situations. In Advanced mode, the camera takes two shots - one with standard automatic settings and the other with optimized settings - allowing you to pick your favorite.

Me: Wot? Shooting situations? Is this like a terrorist thing?

Yeah. So shit. It's gonna be pretty long till I get a camera.

Oh. The other day I bought a pair of black Converse shoes and red laces, since I'm almost always in black and red.

Everyone says Converse shoes don't need breaking in, and that they're so comfortable and super brag.

I can't walk for more then an hour in mine, pretty shoes be damned.
I start blistering on 2 spots on each foot.
Like where your big toe connects to your foot, the third knuckle that's inside your foot, not sticking out? And the other side, same spot.

Why?

I think I've mutated feet.
Or fat feet.

My feet are fat. Oh god.
I need a foot diet.
How bizarre.

Well you know what?

Screw you, Converse, but being such biased assholes towards people with fat feet.
I hate you, and will never buy another pair of your for-slim-footed-people-only shoes ever again.
(At least, not until my feet decide to un-mutate or lose weight)

Yeah.
I guess I'll never be able to be a punk rocker.
Because all punk rockers wear converse sneakers.

PUMA ALL THE WAY :D

Did I blog about me and Bryan's matching Puma shoes?

Well okay, I just did.

I can't be bothered to take pictures with my shitty 2 megapixel phone camera.

It's really nice, take my word for it. I have good shoe-taste.
That doesn't mean I taste like shoes, or I taste shoes, okay?

And lots of people in school, disbelievingly asked,
"Are those the same shoes as Seetoh's?"

Then they get nauseated when I sweetly answer yes, aren't they cute?

Mr James just laughed and laughed and called Bryan a pleb.

And and and tomorrow's international friendship day.
I wanted to perform live high or/and beautiful mess, but I don't know the ending bridges and anyways my throat makes my voice really nasal and whiny when I sing.

Oh well :(

Me, Anasha and Trisha are gonna be wearing saris though.
I have a bindi and bangles :)

I'll get Trisha to take pictures and I'll snatch them from facebook and put them here.
If I don't look super fat, that is.

Okay, I needa sleep early. I took early leave from school at 1:15 and slept and slept but I'm still so tired. And I wanna look good for tomorrow :D

Comment if you think of anything, because I feel like such a loser when nobody comments.
It's like nobody cares about my life D:

I don't care if you comment baah baahh black sheep or qdfeefvesdfihhfjs or if you link me to some disgusting site, just let me know that you're there :D

Love till later!

I don't like being sick.. :(

2009-04-15T17:21:00.005+08:00

Yeah, well I've been sick these past 2 weeks.. *sigh*

It started off as Sore Throat found a new home in my gullet or whatever, who decided to invite his friend, Runny-nose over.
Runny-nose brought along his hot girlfriend, Fever, and they all had a wild party together.

All in all, I've skipped 4 days of school already. Good to sleep through, not so good when you go back and see how much homework has piled up.

I've seen the doctor twice last week, going again today..
The first time I went, the doctor said that it was a slight infection, and should go away in a few days. He gave me mild medicine to take. 45 minute consultation (we asked about lots and lots of things) and immunity vitamins or whatever and sleeping pills for my mum + 5 different meds for me = $90. Might seem alot, but you haven't seen how much meds we walked out with.

3 days later, I went to a different doctor (who we rarely go to anymore because he started overcharging us after seeing my mum's jewellery and bags, but I had to go to because I was damn sick and his clinic is in Pandan Valley, which is nearby.) who announced that I had a fever, and severe throat infection, and proceeded to MC me for the following day (which I was happy about, seeing as I hadn't managed to complete my history assignment) and prescribed me antibiotics. The 8 minute consultation + 3 medicines = $70+.

I took the antibiotics once, and got horrible, horrible nausea and threw up that night.
So I didn't take them anymore.

Then my cold wore off and and and it came back.

Goddamn.

I've missed 3 dance classes. In a row. I'm damn screwed. First was because it was the boyf's birthday, the next 2 weeks I was sick.

ARGH.

And for some reason, ever since I got sick, I got a sudden overflowing love for the boyf.
Like every hour I message him saying I love him. Awww so sweet right.

Not to say that when I'm not sick I don't love him, but it's just not so.. Much.

Like I haven't been mad at him for anything for like.. 2 weeks. Which is practically a world record.

The things he do that normally irk me now seem endearing and make me wanna ruffle his hair and rub his cheeks.

Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong with me.
Must have been a lovebug that I contracted.

Every cloud, even the ones that piss down rain like nobody's business, has a silver lining..

Oh, I bought some clothes online from an awesome blogshop, which I'm not gonna link, in case someone ends up with the exact same clothes :P

No i'm just kidding. If you want it, ask me.

And I'll see if I can post pictures once I get them. If the clothes fit. I hope they do.

My April's resolution is to try to blog more regularly, and post more pictures.

But seriously, the lack of attention from readers is kinda discouraging.. Like why blog when no one reads?

I should put the link to my blog on FB, but then EVERYONE would start reading it.
And it's a LITTLE bit too personal for me to want that.

I'm so contradictory, I know :(

Oh, and 2 interesting things happened in school today. I always miss the interesting things.

Interesting occurence number 1:

Nitin (kick-ass indian dude classmate) made fun of Jasen's last name (Kok) as per normal, we do it every single day.
Jasen got really really really pissed off, and grabbed Nitin by his shirt, and screamed in his face to apologise to him.

Bryan intervened and pulled Jasen off Nitin.

Very surprising, because Jasen's not the angry type. And we've been making fun of his name since like secondary 1.

Interesting occurence number 2:

Street soccer court got smooshed by a tree. This happened while people were playing in it, but fortunately no one got hurt.

I'm not entirely sure what happened, but a big tree fell (probably for another tree.. So romantic..) onto the court and crashed down the fences and ended up on the ground.

Yeah.

And don't laugh at me, but I've taken up playing Maplestory again.
I was playing my now level 45 assassin at first, and managed to persuade the boyf to play as well.
He wanted to be a gunslinger. When he was level 15 ish, I created a new character, intending to train together with him. I decided to create a mage, since they level slowest early game, and overtook him in 2 days.

My mage is currently level 42, and his gunslinger is level 22.
..Yeah. I was SUPPOSED to train with him. He doesn't wanna play anymore, because my level's way too high to motivate him.

My assassin only became what it is now after about 3-4 years of on-off playing.
So I think 42 levels in a month is pretty good.

By the way, if any reader happens to feel the urge to maple, don't be an assassin. You level so damn slowly because you can only hit one bloody thing at a time, and only at a distance. Once anything comes close to you, you just whack it instead of shooting stars at it, and deal 1 damage.
Which means you can't train in mobs. (places with lots and lots of monsters in one spot)

Same goes for gunslinger, except your damage is rubbish as well as the range problem.
But you shoot really fast. But I'd rather hit at a moderate speed with lots of damage, right?

I'm a ice/lightning mage. It's awesome. I have a mob attack at 2nd job. Maybe that's why I'm levelling so crazy-fast. I've never swept through the 30's so quickly before.

Okay, okay okayokay I'll stop now. I know I'm boring you to death and you won't come back anymore. Don't not not not come back :( (Did you understand that? Hahahaha :D)

Sorry today's blog is so rambly, you can thank my fever.

Love till later~

No, I'm not dead- here I am! :D

2009-03-29T20:30:00.004+08:00

Hello people!

I haven't been checking back at my blog recently, so I'm sorry if much comments went unanswered.

Thanks Jessica. I really hope you're right, about there being a made-for-me guy out there, somewhere, and I hope he turns up real soon. And LOL at "fuckface", which is how I occasionally (affectionately) refer to him.

Ace, I hope you're not him, and if you are, sorry if you get offended.
But you're definitely not him, because he doesn't use words over 3 syllables ><
Thanks for the.. Empathy? Haha. And I hope you're not like that anymore.

Anyhow, don't worry, we patched up- which was totally predictable.
He hasn't started shouting/swearing at me again yet, but we're still always arguing.

Sometimes as I lie in bed with tears welling up in my eyes, I wonder if it's my fault.
Maybe I shouldn't be so pushy.
But surely the things I ask of him are basic emotional needs that need fulfilling in a relationship?

Simple things that should be resolved in the most obvious manner, like when I say,
"I don't think so-and-so likes me.. He seems to really despise me.."

You're not supposed to tell me it's because I'm very noisy and irritating in class.

You're supposed to comfort me and tell me that no, you're sure that he likes me, I'm just thinking too much.

Like how I shield you from any emotional distress.
Why don't I get it in return?

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I was born a guy.
I'm pretty sure I'd make the most perfect boyfriend ever.

Since I know what I'm never supposed to do.

Guys:

- Never let her think, for a single moment, that she's not perfect.

Tell her that her bum is perfect, no, it doesn't look like porridge in a sock, and you hate girls with flat butts anyways.

- Never ask her to pay for you.

At the worst, she can pay for herself, but please don't ask her out and expect her to pay for you if you have no money. Cheap bastard.

- Never let her doubt your love for her.

Always always always remind her that you love her. We girls tend to forget easily :)

- If a girl asks you whether a celebrity/friend is hot/pretty/good-looking, tell her that the celeb looks like shit compared to her.

And try and sound like you're telling the truth, even if that particular actress actually gives you a major you-know-what.

- Never not know what's happening in her life.

Like my blog? Bryan has no idea that I'm actually bitching about him, although I've told him countless times what my blog URL is. He never checks it. Which is good, so I can continue bitching. Haha :D

- Always show her affection.

In this age, I've hardly ever met a girl who is uncomfortable with PDA.
Please, hug your girlfriend if she hints that she's cold.
Kiss her whenever she looks into your eyes.
Never ever let go of her hand, unless it's around her waist.

- Never lose your temper at her.

'Nuff said.

There's more, but I think these are the most important few.
I'm not saying that Bryan doesn't do any of these- it's just a guide for guys.

And I keep dreaming about him.
There must be something in the water.

Ya okay I sound really depressed, but I'm not :D

Really :D

I'm like always hungry these few days, it's terrible.
Now I have to fill up with more soupy/liquidy stuff otherwise I'm gonna inflate like a balloon.

So I'm snacking mostly on yogurt and tomato juice.
Very healthy, but not very satisfying at all to my bottomless pit that is my stomach.

Oh and OMG, I have to tell you what happened last Tuesday.

My mum picked me up from home to send me for dance class, and she asked me to take something from the front seat and leave it at home.

The space that the door could open out to was pretty small, so after I got the bag out with my right hand, I hurriedly shut the door with the same hand.

Somehow, my brain wasn't functioning properly, because my left hand wasn't totally clear of the door before I shut it with my right hand.

So my left index finger got trapped.

The pain hit my head so damn quickly that I nearly blacked out.

I grabbed my finger out fastfastfast, and closed the door.
I bent over, cradling my hand and screamed "F***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" really, really loudly.

It didn't help lessen the pain, but it helped anyways.

I got into the car, tears springing into my eyes from the pain, and I tried my best not to whimper from the pure emanations of pain that radiated from my poor finger.

I flicked on the overhead light and stared at the offending bit, and saw a dark red line under the skin leading from the top of my nail to the first knuckle joint. It must have been terribly, terribly bruised for it to be such a dark colour, I thought.

As I started at it, blood started seeping out the side of the line and started dripping down my finger.

Turns out that entire red trail had been ripped through, and the bit of skin was only feebly dangling on my finger from the top and bottom.

Yeah. It's really f***ing painful. It's still wrapped up in a bandage. I don't dare to try and cut off the skin when I change the dressing.

Last week was obviously not a very good week for me, so I'm sure next week will be :D

Can someone please give me a hug or two?

Graaaah..

2009-03-17T23:25:00.003+08:00

I just came from my first dance class at Jitterbugs!

I joined it in a bid to rid myself of the nuisance that is my horrifically gargantuous butt and mammoth thighs-
I'm pretty sure it'll melt away in these 8 weeks.

That's how tiring it is.

I'm feeling pain in places I never knew existed previously, as well as everywhere else- and we didn't even do anything too exertive.

I never knew I was this feeble.. T-T

Well, at least I've one more lesson next Tuesday before SWIMMING during PE on Wednesday..

Everyone's gonna see my totally-untoned thunder thighs and mammoth butt.. *cries*

Everyone I complain to all go,
"OMG, NO WAY YOU'RE SO SKINNY!!1!!11!!1"

Then I think bitterly to myself, "That's only because I know how to hide my fassets well.."

FASSETS, GEDDIT?!

Like, assets?
But fat..?

..Yeah.

Anyways, the class has like over 20 people- it has a really cringe-worthy name.

Brace yourselves..

"Grrl power".

Yeah. I know.

I'll just call it..
Uhh..

Sultry hip-hop?

Hahahaha, sounds like some lap dancing class.

Whatever.

Anyways, we learn to dance Nicole Scherzingerwhoppermushroomswisswhatshername style.

And she's super hot, right?

She's also the new face for anti-dandruff shampoo.
*sniggers*

I lyke blak. Blak luks gud. Luking gud.. Meens no dandruff.
Mai nayme is Rain.

HAHAHAHA.

OKAY BAK TU SUBJEK.

Mai claz iz ful of old pplz.
But ai madez a niw frend, her nayme iz Michelle.
She iz 19 yrs old, and iz applaiyng for youneeverseety.
She iz relly nice and kul.

Hahahahaha, okay no more talking like a retarded LOLcat.

And before the class, I was at a LV event thingy, and I was super hungry.
I got passed a flute of champagne, and because I had no hands to get fingerfood, I downed the flute in one gulp.

Bad idea on an empty stomach.

I started getting a little light-headed, and the gorgeous monogram of the watercolour Papillon I was inspecting started spinning around.

I tottered unsteadily back to where my mum was trying on some white sneakers, and hailed over the person serving the yummy mini foie gras burgers.

I think I had 10 of those scrumptious little things. Yummy.

Oh, and I dreamt of him again last night..
So strange, these feelings I get when I just wake up.
Confusion, disbelief, but also a hint of longing.

I wonder if he ever still dreams about me?

I miss him sometimes.. :/

But I guess what's passed stays passed..

sigh

2009-03-14T23:52:00.004+08:00

I'm feeling depressed.

I know I vowed to not bitch endlessly about my relationships on my blog, but I'm feeling really stressed and pent-up.

Anyways, it's not as though he bothers to check my blog unless I ask him to, which I haven't at all bothered to do recently.

Two questions:
Why do all Ariean (spelling?) guys have such a foul temper?
Why do I keep getting the ones with the anger issues?

Bryan got mad and shouted and swore at me again yesterday.

The last time this'd happened, I told him that I'd given him too many chances, and that would be his last and final one, since I couldn't afford to hurt myself giving him anymore.

I reeled back as though slapped, and grabbed my things and strode off.
He came after me, of course, and started apologising.

But I'm so tired of hearing the word "sorry" coming from him, especially when I know nothing'd change. He was only sorry for the moment, but he didn't think it was that big a deal.

I know I sound really touchy and "drama", but after your already-problematic boyfriend threatens to kill himself because of a misplaced math textbook and a disappearing reserved belt at Giordano, things tend to stack up higher and higher.

It's like slowly adding water to a already filled-to-the-brim glass. You carefully add the water in, drop by tiny drop, but the cup still overflows, regardless of how big or small the drops are.

Anyways, after I walked off and he catched up, it just so happened that his mother arrived at the esplanade to pick us up.

I couldn't exactly walk off when his mum had already seen me, so I got into the car with a fake, wavering smile plastered on my face.
It's hard to smile convincingly when your eyes are filling up with tears, but Bryan's mum didn't notice anything amiss in the safe, comforting darkness of the car.

We chatted a little about mundane things like midnight cab charges, but then silence gradually took over the car completely, apart from the cheerful burbling of the car stereo.

His mum turned back after a while, and asked him, concerned, "You look pretty tired. You're sleepy?" He grunted.

The atmosphere was getting pretty tense- it was almost as though the gap that separated the two of us sitting at the back was a huge crevasse.

The loud clicking of phone keys interrupted the silence. I continued staring awkwardly out the car window, facing away from him.

I felt my phone judder in my bag. I ignored it.

I could sense his gaze on the back of my neck. I continued gazing at the outside world sweeping by.

A few minutes later, I heard the clacking again. My phone buzzed, almost as though there was a hornet trapped in my bag, angrily seeking egress.
The analogy made sense, and I spent a few moments pondering it.

Bryan reached over and took my phone out my my bag. He pressed it into my hand.

I opened the message:
Why the fuck do you keep doubting me?
Do I do it to you?

As soon as I saw the word "fuck", I closed the message and put my phone face down on my lap, my hands shaking. He still doesn't get it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car stopped outside my house.
I thanked Bryan's mum, wished him a curt "goodnight", and got out of the car. I could see him out of the corner o my eye, staring pleadingly at me, wanting me to look at him.

I allowed myself a glance at him and tried to convey the hurt in my eyes.

He kept calling, but I didn't pick up.

I stayed in the shower for a long while, and turned the water up as hot as I could take it, letting the water drum on my body, comforting me, but thoughts kept swirling through my head.

I had Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful" stuck in my head- it was playing in the car. The lyrics wove themselves through my thoughts.

I remembered the radio DJ talking about it being friday the 13th when it was past midnight.
So it was the 14th- how ironic, a wonderful way to celebrate our 13th month anniversary.

He kept up a barrage of calls that I ignored, and I began a text message in between the buzzing.
I basically reminded him about his final chance, and that I wouldn't lie to myself and give him another last chance when there would never be one.

He immediately texted back, telling me that it was just an accident, oh, that it was because he was tired, hungry and in a bad mood..

I didn't reply. He texted me again, the beginning going,
"I know you've always liked dumping people and controlling people,"

I read that one line, and almost smiled.
Way to earn brownie points, boy.

Okay, whatever, I don't really wanna go through everything that happened, there's lots of boring bits.

I eventually picked up a call, and no progress was made.

I went to sleep.

He called the following (today) morning at 10+, and I was sleepy and groggy, and after listening for a while, told him politely to fuck off.

He hasn't contacted me since.

Oh well.

We'll probably patch up, like we always do.
I don't know why.

People who don't really know us think we're "so cute together", but dig a little deeper, look a little closer, and you'll find all these problems and hurts.

Why, why, why?

Is a guy who cares about my feelings too much to ask for?

You can't afford to treat me to nice meals and presents, fine. I can deal with it.

You've got crazy parents who have you almost permanently grounded, fine. It's a challenge, but I'll try to put up with it.

But shouldn't the time spent together be more meaningful and special?

Why does he keep ruining it?

Maybe it'd be better if I looked for someone else.

I'll keep an eye out for Mr. Not-so-perfect-but-good-enough-for-me.

I'll let you know if I ever find him..

Small potatoes.

2009-03-02T17:49:00.008+08:00

I'm having exams this week.

I had english today, and for the first time in my life, actually studied (well, okay, mugged) for english for the first time in my life.

Even in PRIMARY SCHOOL I easily scored A's and A*'s without having to study, even though I didn't know the difference between a noun, pronoun etc back then. (At the time, I'd just read out the question to myself and put in whatever answer *sounded* right. Hey, it WORKED okay.)

I'd decided that Bala was not a very reliable teaching source, and sussed out that if I didn't take matters into my own hands, I'd actually FAIL english. (Again, for the first time in my life.)

I think I got a B. Or maybe less, because Bala doesn't like me..
Boohoo :(

And I definitely failed chinese. SHUT UP STOP LAUGHING!

Chinese is HARDER now. MUCH MUCH harder than last year.
Gone are the times when I could breeze through the illustrated multiple choice questions..

The comprehension I thought was about a man talking to a God, in the search for knowledge, was, in fact, about a man who got fired from his job, and really wanted to get it back. So he went to go talk to the CEO or something.

Yeah. Ohnoes.

There's ANOTHER english paper tomorrow, and we're gonna be tested on a poem..
SAVE ME :(

IT'S OKAY, EXAMS ARE SMALL POTATOES-
JASON MRAZ CONCERT ON THE 5TH OF MARCHHHH!!!!!
I'M SO EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
FRONT ROW SEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATSSSSSSS!!

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH :D

I would really really really like to take a photo with Jason Mraz.
I shall give him a hug.
I will, if I have the chance to take a picture with him.
Cross my heart and hope to die!

And I really need to curb my spending..

I really want to save up and get so many things, but whenever I walk past a shop, it seems like a tangible arm leads me, drags me in.

"You know you want to.." A voice in my head murmurs seductively.

Powerless to control my limbs, I lift up an item and gaze upon its magnificence..

A high voice chirps merrily from behind me,
"It's 20% off, you know. Today's the last day for this discount,"

I spin around. A promoter that seemed to materialise out of nowhere stands behind me, beaming.

Everything goes blank.

I come to my senses, standing outside the shop with a filled, heavy carrier hung on my arm, with no knowledge of how it got there. I also find myself $200 poorer.

Okay lah, I'm exaggerating.

My most recent big splurge was a most adorable limited edition, artist-in-residence Fifi Lapin duffel bag, from Lesportsac.

But it wasn't really a splurge, since my lovely mother bought it for me :D
Isn't it super adorable? :D

I've been bag spreeing alot recently :(

Mmmm.
I'm eating yummy noodles now.

Here's a recipe.

Annabelle's super secret cold somen noodles recipe

What you need:

- A pack of somen noodles. (STOP SNIGGERING, THAT'S WHAT IT'S REALLY CALLED!)
It looks like really thin udon. Don't buy the cheapest pack you can find, 'cos it'll probably turn out rubbish.
- Spring onions
- Ham (optional, but tastes better with it. More filling, too.)
- Oyster sauce
- Sesame oil

Instructions:

- Boil a pot of water. Bring it to a low simmer, and put in the somen noodles.
- Test a strand after 3 minutes. It should not be at all hard or chewy.
- Drain in a sieve/drainer thingy
- Rinse it with purified cool water. Keep washing it until you can no longer feel starchiness, and water runs clear.
- Pour into a bowl of hot water, mix gently and drain again.
- Rinse until noodles turn cool, NOT WARM. (I don't know the reason behind rinsing twice, but I swear it tastes better.)
- Put onto plate, add oyster sauce and sesame oil to taste, and pop on finely-sliced spring onions and sliced ham.
- Mix evenly and enjoy :D

It's yummy, honest.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

2009-02-14T23:19:00.003+08:00

Happy 1st anniversary, Bryan :D

We were supposed to eat at Lawry's, but due to a misunderstanding, (Bryan said that they offered ala carte, when they ONLY had the crazily-priced $168+++ set dinner) we fortunately managed to get a table at one-ninety.

The food was pretty decent (although I wouldn't say it's the best, not when there's the existence of orgasmic culinary talents like Gunther's- Cold Oscietra Caviar angel hair pasta, ZOMGGG *drool*)

And someone sent me flowers again, anonymously..

AND CHOCOLATES!

Although it's Lindt, it's still FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATES!

Ooooohhhh..

I first asked Bryan, although I was pretty sure it wasn't him-

the flowers only arrived AFTER I went out for dinner..

If he'd gotten me flowers, he wouldn't be stupid enough to not put his name and/or a message, because he'd WANT to take credit for getting me flowers.. Right?

Then I called LZ, because he's the only other logical "suspect", since not much others know my house address..

"DIDYOUBUYMEFLOWERSANDCHOCOLATES!?" I demanded

"Huuuhhh..? What?"

"DID.YOU.SEND.ME.FLOWERS?!" I enunciated each word carefully.

"Uhhhhhh.. Noooo..?" In a very unsure way.

"YOU DID DIDN'T YOU!?!?"

"Nooo.. I'm sure there's many other guys who could have sent you flowers.."

"IT WAS YOU RIGHT?!"

"Uhhh... Duunnno...? Gotta goooo~"

"BUT DI-"

He hung up on me.

So it's probably him.

How unexciting :S

No, I'm just joking.

If it is you, thank you.

Whoever it is. Thaaaaank you, and may you continue sending me flowers every Valentine's day for the remainder of the duration of your infatuation with me :P

Anyways.
I shall pretend it is some handsome mysterious stranger whose fate is entwined with mine. :D

Or I shall simply ask my maid who delivered it tomorrow.

Oh, and Bryan bought me the most adddooorraaaaabllleeee set of stitch plushies!

They're like a Valentine's day edition, with Stitch, Angel and Scrump- ALL IN PIIIINK!!

Yeah sorry I just stole pictures, because I'm really tired, and can't be bothered to use my crappy 2 MP camera to photograph 'em.

Aren't they so freaking cute?
Angel and Stitch's pupils are little hearts, and Scrump's eye patch is a adorable little heart..

Yeaaaaaayyyy! *cuddles them all to my chest and giggles girlishly*

And Bryan actually teared after he opened my present. (!!)
But I'm not telling what I gave him..

No, nothing disgusting.. =-=

'Kay, I'm bloody exhausted.

Until the next post!

Depression :(

2009-02-01T21:16:00.002+08:00

We took Siti (my maid) to East Coast park today.
Upon getting out of the car, she was walking behind us when she exclaimed,
"Ma'am look so young, can be sisters!" she complimented my mum.

I grinned, proud of my oh-so-hip mother.

My mum flashed the victory sign and smiled widely.

Siti continued,
"Even miss here not so nice, ma'am nicer!"
She prodded my hip-fat.

My smile was instantly replaced with a scowl.

I inwardly sulked throughout dinner.
Inwardly, because I didn't want to make Siti feel embarrassed, and my mum was nudging me and saying,
"Don't look so unhappy, she was only joking!"

*sigh*

You know you're really getting fat when even your own MAID says you're fat.

Aaaarrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
ARGHARGHARGHHHARRGH.

*ventventventvent*

I am not eating anymore junk food.
No more chocolate, cookies, crisps of sweets.

Only sugar-free chewing gum to munch on.

And I am determined to play tennis to exhaustion tomorrow, and I shall ask my teacher to make me run more.

And on Tuesday I shall go for a trial dance class.

MY FEBRUARY RESOLUTION IS TO GET RID OF MY DISGUSTING POOCHY TUMMY, MONSTROUS BUTT AND WOBBLY THIGHS.

And tone up my flabby arms too, if possible.

I don't care what my weight is, as long as I don't look flabby, I'll be happy.
Anyways, muscle's heavier than fat.

Quoting Bryan, who was trying to reassure me,
"You're not fat, you just need more exercise."

Wow, so comforting. *cries*

Upon pouring out my sorrow to my friends, they exclaim,
"GOD, HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU'RE FAT?!?!?"

They don't notice.
BUT I DOOOO :(

Sigh.
Siigh.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggghhhhhhhh.

Well something to make me a little happy.
I found that gorgeous peacock feather bangle
(http://www.modcloth.com/store/Womens/Accessories/Bracelets+and+Watches/Cream+Chasing+Feathers+Bangle)
that's been out of stock for like a month on eBay!

And it's only about S$20 including shipping!
Yay!
And I bought a little peacock feather glass tile to matchy matchy.

I bet peacock feathers are gonna be the latest craze.

My current fashion obsessions are usually the next "in" thing.
Leopard print, ballet pumps and charm bracelets.

Mmm.

I still feel depressed.

Valentine's day better cheer me up.. *threatening hint*
I still keep wondering about those anonymous roses I received last year..

*puzzles over it*

Well, whoever you are, wherever you are, regardless of whether you read my blog or not,
thank you so much- it really made my day!
I loooooove getting flowers :D

I only got flowers once in my whole life so far.
How pathetic is that, right? :/

Anyways, I got smart this time 'round-
We've booked dinner at Lawry's for valentine's day, and I *think* Bryan has booked tickets for the Singapore Flyer.

But it's so sad to be in Singapore-
What can couples do on V-day?

Perhaps we should celebrate it the traditional Singaporean manner-
Movie, (gold class, maybe?) ........... Dinner.

I'm not too sure what happens in between the two.
Necking I guess. :S

Kay I feel better now.
Mm'bye!

Too much information- Viewer discretion is advised.

2009-01-31T14:10:00.004+08:00

Urrggghhh!

I was looking in the mirror last night after my shower-
I DON'T LIKE WHAT I SEE.

My stomach is no longer FLAT like it was before.
I used to be able to see hints of my abs, and it was all nice and toned and sexy.

Now it's FLABBY. It's no longer nice and firm when I poke it:
ARRRRGHHHHHHH!!

And I don't even wanna mention my BUTT.
Jesus- it's the size of ASIA, complete with mountains of cellulite.
(Asia is the largest continent with 17300000 square miles. I just checked.)

ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH.

Out go the sinful packs of Jagabee. (Does anyone want them?)
Uhh..
Actually I don't have much snacks in the house.
Just the Jagabee.

Well out they go anyways.
~~I'mma give them away to some skinny bitch I don't like :P~~

Okay.
I need to start doing SOMETHING that burns fat and I don't hate.

Damnit, tango classes at Jitterbug only starts in March.

I asked my mum to get me a membership at California Fitness-
She LAUGHED at me.

Wow.
How nice of her.

Alright, I have just arranged to hop over to Bryan's place to gym with him.

I think I should start swimming too-
But it's so inconvenient to have to go to SICC.
There's no bus that'll take me straight there, and a cab to there costs $7 if the bloody cab driver doesn't cheat me. And they usually do.

And tennis has been changed to once every two weeks, since they're setting up the indoor courts.
Meaning there's only about 3 courts instead of 6 for everybody to train.

As much as I dislike tennis, it's still exercise.
Although all I seem to get out of it is my right arm being more muscular then my left. =-=

OKAY!
I SWEAR THAT I WILL ATTEMPT TO CARRY OUT MY EXERCISE ROUTINE EVERY EVENING.

I USED to do it every evening.
But it somehow petered out seeing as I'm not exactly a very routine person.

I'm so pathetic now.
Last time I could do a hundred sit ups without stopping.

Now even thirty is exhausting.

I'm so depressed.
I feel like a fat orgre.

There's nothing worse than being short..
Except for being short AND fat.

*cries into bowl of porridge*

GRAAAAAWWWHHH!!!

2009-01-30T14:58:00.002+08:00

I didn't go for school today- I'd a helluva night.

~~No, that doesn't mean that I had some super hunky well-endowed hottie stay the night.~~

First I started off at 7+ feeling nauseous.
Then I choked down some dinner and stumbled back to my safe haven (bed) to continue being queasy.

It seemed marginally better if I was lying down.
When I stood up, the floor seemed to tilt at crazy impossible angles and make me feel even more "seasick".

So I finally overcame the challenge of bathing, wove my way back with soap suds probably still lingering in my hair, and collapsed back onto my bed.

My mum came in and tsk-tsked and helped me to dry my hair while I lay immobile with my face in the pillow. So sweet of her :D

She gave me some obnoxious-smelling chinese meds that looked suspiciously like rabbit droppings, which smelled reaaally REALLY bad.

I talked to Bryan for a while, and gave him a mini-lecture about how being optimistic makes everyone so much happier, because he was complaining about how a few people were treating him. Hopefully he absorbed some of it, because being positive is GOOOODDD.

I'm a optimistic pessimist. I'm very optimistic when it comes to other people and situations, but when it comes to the serious stuff, I expect the worse.

But I have a perfectly logical reason for that!

For example, chemistry examination results.
I told everyone that I'd've failed BADLY.

So even if I really DID fail terribly, I'd have expected it.
I'd've been mentally ready to fail badly.

BUT, if I did better then I'd expected, that way I'd be HAPPY, because I exceeded my expectations.

See? Win-win situation. :D
(By the way everybody, I PASSED CHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

ANYWAYS.

I drifted off to sleep at about 2+, because one minute I would be icy-cold, and the next I'd be sweating buckets under my piled-up blankets.

I woke up at 4.
The inside of my elbow itched.
My neck itched.
My wrist itched.

I heard buzzing on the left side of my head.

THERE'S A GODDAMN MOSQUITO IN MY ROOM. AGAIN!!!

I calmly reached down and switched on the electric mosquito repellant, (it makes this really really high buzzing that's supposed to confuse mosquitoes or something.) tucked my arms and limbs into the safety of my blankets, and went back to sleep.

I woke up at 5:45, scratching..
GREAT. Now there's TWO damn bites on my FACE.

I'm very very protective of my precious sleep, and anything that disrupts that is bound to be in trouble.

I switched on all my room lights, and sat on my bed, glaring around my room for a little drifting black speck, hands ready to snap down on the unsuspecting motherf**ker.

I stalked around the room for HALF AN HOUR, red eyes flicking around, but no cookie.

Goddamn it.

I switched the lights back off and burrowed back under my now-barely-warm blankets.
Scowling, I reached for my blackberry, and googled "electric mosquito deterrent".

Here's what I found. Take note of the enlarged, bolded words.

Ultrasonic Devices

Ultrasonic mosquito devices repel mosquitoes by emitting a high-pitched noise that is supposed to simulate the sound of the dragonfly, the mosquito's natural predator.

One such ultrasonic mosquito deterrent on the market is the table-top Sunbeam CM160 Electronic Mosquito Repeller, which claims to repel mosquitoes from a distance of up to 75 square feet. Even smaller keychain models claim to repel mosquitoes from an area of 25 square feet. So far, there is no scientific evidence to support these claims.

The majority of these ultrasonic mosquito repelling devices are completely portable because of their small size. They are most commonly sold in wristband, belt clip-on, table-top or in keychain-style models and most operate on one or two AA Batteries.

Electrical ultrasonic mosquito repellant devices are also available in plug-in versions that resemble electrical fuses. They claim to keep an area of up 2.5 square meters free from mosquitoes. Electrical ultrasonic mosquito repelling devices also emit the same ultrasonic waves and plug directly into most two-pronged electrical outlets.

According to the majority of consumer reviews, both electric and battery operated ultrasonic mosquito devices are totally ineffective mosquito repellers.

Fan-f**king-tastic.
I switched the damn thing off, and resisted the urge to dash it to the floor.

I googled somemore, and found out that female mosquitoes imbibe a blood meal for nutrition for their devil spawn.
So the most important thing is that they need ONE meal, then lay a batch of eggs. THEN they go have another blood meal.
So they stop when they're full.

Thank god.

I went back to sleep.

I HATE MOSQUITOES.
I'M GOING TO BUY A BLOODY ELECTRIC MOSQUITO SWATTER AND KILL THE DAMN THINGS!!

GRAAAAAH!

Okay, okay.
Must relax.

Listen to my new favourite song- New Soul by Yael Naim.
I know I'm like super slow, but I only just found out what it was called. :S

<3

I'mma make Bryan learn how to play it!
Yay!

My blinging/ icing/ zhnging guide is somewhere in the middle!

2009-01-27T15:05:00.009+08:00

Tiiiiiired.

I don't think the Chinese New Year takes very well to me.

It's basically just been a flurry of house tidying, me getting screamed at, being exhausted, and oh, NOT GETTING MUCH ANG BAOS...
... :(

This New Year, I have managed to..

- Break 1 sliding glass door

- Get paint all over myself

- Get paint all over floor

- Waste forty minutes twining red tinsel over stupid plants to be told that it's UGLY, and to TAKE IT OFF, after being advised to "BE CREATIVE" (thanks dad!)

- Only receive ONE red packet (oh wait, no, Ke An's mum gave as well. So two.)

- Have my cats NEARLY tip over Reevey's tank =-=

- Stink up my room with cat-repellant spray (which also happens to be human-repellant too)

- Be stuck at home all day all thanks to CNY, which has given the whole of Orchard Road a reason to be closed for half a week. What's the point of a holiday when ALL THE SHOPS ARE CLOSED!??!?!?!?!?!

That's about it so far.

And my sleeping of late has been VERY restless.
Dunno why :(

I keep waking up every two or three hours for ten minutes at a time, before finally managing to drift back to sleep.

And my bed has been SO UNCOMFORTABLE ever since my mum struck upon the brilliant idea of selling my bedframe together with the set of furniture that I didn't want in the garage sale, since they were all matchy matchy and color-coordinated.

So there's just my mattress and my springbox. And no space for my already-reduced number of stuffed toys, extra pillows, blankets etc.

I love my sleep so much that I have about 5 pillows on my pathetic single-sized bed. And 3 blankets.

And before, with my bed frame, I could stuff the space between my bed and the wall with bolsters and whatnot, so I could actually increase the space to lie on.

But now, the best I can do is to kinda shift the mattress about 5 inches out from above my springbox, and chuck bolsters in there, but all it does is to make me almost fall off the bed since the mattress sticks out, and bends.

The mattress is so thick that even when I stuff the space with bolsters, there's still a deep crevasse that my legs keep slipping into and end up cramping in the morning. *sighs*

I'll keep begging my mum to get me a queen-sized bed.
She'll have to give in eventually..

I mean, I'm gonna be living here for at least another ten years or so, might as well let me sleep peacefully in that period of time.. :(

My mum gave me her old Balenciaga phone strap~
Yaaaaaaayy!

It matches my zhnged-out phone!

Right, I didn't blog about zhnging my phone..

Nash and I headed out to Arab Street to buy swarovski flatback crystals, me to zhng the silver edges of my bold, and she the resting "chin" of hers.

We've the same phone, did I mention?
Yeah.

So I was thinking to either do a black to silver gradient, or a black to red to pink to silver gradient.

I'd decided that I'd do the black to silver, as it'd be much easier, but after being confronted with the huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge number of colours on the rack of crystals, I gave in to my itchy-handed self.

Cantonese might know this phrase as being butt-itchy :P

So, if I had my phone done "professionally" at G-mask like my last phone, I'd have to fork out close to $300.

Guess how much I spent on 8 packs of crystals, tweezers, glue AND a storage box for the leftover crystals?

Nope, not $200.

Not $150.

Not $100.

But SEVENTY TWO DOLLARS.

And that's including a clear wrap over the silver edges at G-Mask, which cost me a meagre $15.
(To make sure that if I mess up, or decide to change the design, I can take it off without injuring my baby)

Teeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Annabelle's guide to zhnging your device!

Buy crystals.
- The smaller they are, the harder a time you'll have gluing them on.
- Get larger sized flatbacks if you know you suck. :P
- Bear in mind what design you want, otherwise you'll have a helluva time trying to pick out crystals when you realise there's over 100 beautiful shimmery colours. (Ala Anasha)
Buy beading tweezers and epoxy glue
- Buy the tweezers that slant out at an angle, it's much less painful to your hand then the straight ones.
- DON'T buy fast-setting epoxy glue. DON'T. Get the ones that dry in about an hour, which gives you ample time to slowly stick them on.

You're advised to be smart like me, and put a clear wrap on your device, so that if you screw it up and get glue everywhere, you can still thankfully take it off.

Find a large-ish space on a table, preferably where you won't be distracted.
Get hold of a tray where you can place your loose crystals without losing them.
Get some rough paper, toothpicks/ satay sticks/ thin disposable brush for the glue.

Now it gets tough..

1. Dole out equal amounts of the 2 tubes of epoxy glue, and mix with your toothpick/ whatever, on useless paper.

2. Spread a thin layer of the glue on surface that you want to bling.
I didn't cover the entire surface though, because I thought it'd be easier to do it in sections, so that I can hold the sides without getting glue on myself.
But it's up to you. It'd be more convenient to cover the entire surface, I suppose.

3. Pick up the starting crystal with your tweezers, and start sticking.
It's much neater and aesthetically-pleasing to work in rows.
Make sure your gems are aligned like this:

o o o o o o o o o o
lo o o o o o o o o o
o o o o o o o o o o
Yes, the l is there. It's to make it kinda diagonal?

I put a space there originally, but stupid blogger seems to take it out. Oh well.
And not like this:

o o o o o o o o o
o o o o o o o o o
o o o o o o o o o

Yeah, it's kinda common sense, but after an hour or so of mindless sticking, you can't really tell.

Then you end up really unhappy if you're a perfectionist like me, and obsess over 2 crystals that overlap each other, or tiny gaps that are too small to be filled, but big enough to be noticeable.

Granted, I spent about 3 hours doing mine, but still, now I can proudly tell people that I'd done it myself, instead of sheepishly admitting I paid through the nose to have it done.

BEFORE

AFTER!!!!

I forgot to take an actual "before" photo. Oops. Oh well.

And honestly, it looks much better in person then in pictures.

My brother's encouraging reaction:

"OH MY GOD!

WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT?!?!!?!?!"

OHHHH YEAAAAAH..! :D

2009-01-16T13:08:00.001+08:00

I GOT MY BLACKBERRY!

*dance dance dance dance dance dance*

But now I have to pay for a $63 value added service that's especially for the Blackberry..
On TOP of my main voice plan. =-=

But unlimited web surfing and stuff.

But OMG that's like damn expensive.
The Maxmobile ultimate, which is also an unlimited data plan, is normally $64, but 50% off the first 12 months, so it's now slightly over $32.

But it doesn't include all the Blackberry services, so apparently I would not be able to use my blackberry email or messenger properly. =-=

But I've been so busy playing with my delightful new gadget, after sorrowfully putting it away to charge it's first 8 hours, in the morning I started wearing the buttons out so much, that within like 3 hours, I'd drained the battery half-way.

But I guess that's because I was using the net a little, too. :S

Popping off to Far East Plaza in a bit to find myself a privacy screen protector for my new baby. You know, the type that blocks whatever you're doing on your phone screen if you try peering at the side?

Then I shall download all sorts of goodies into it tonight after I come back from drums.
Goodies meaning themes and applications. What are you thinking? Tsk.

And gosh, you can change options for practically anything on the Blackberry!
- Don't like seeing your sent messages in your inbox? CHANGE OPTION!
- Want to change the number of icons in your menu grid? CHANGE! 1 x 1, 2 x 2, 3 x 3, 4 x 4.
- Don't like the ugly Alpha Sans font that's being used? CHANGE IT!

The sky's the limit!

Or maybe it's normal, because I've never used a smartphone before.

My mini review!

The Good:

Gorgeous screen
Loving the trackball!
Totally personizable (yes it's a word..)
Awesome build quality
Nice feeling keys
Very short time to start up- only like 5 seconds! (when you haven't done a hard reset, which is taking out the battery and putting it back in, or using it for the first time)
Wi-fi! Everyone loves quick page loading and fast internet surfing, for FREEEEEEEEEE~!
Great call reception- everything sounded crystal clear!
3.5mm audio jack- gone are the days when I have to use shitty out-of-the-box earphones!! HURRAY FOR MY AWESOME SHURE EARPHONES AND SEXY RED HEADPHONES! <3
ORGASMIC music quality, ZOMG *foams at the mouth* (I could actually hear the pick hitting the guitar strings when I listened to a couple of acoustic songs!!)

The Bad:

Expensive Blackberry plan! :(
Crappy 2 MP camera
Overheats slightly after "overuse" :S
A little confusing when wanting to change options (There's a set-up icon that you have to go to in order to set up email/ wi-fi, a help icon if you want to change your messaging options/ call options etc, a option icon for other stuff, and on top of that, options IN every icon/ file.)

But the overheating stopped after I did a hard reset.. So woohoo!

I wanna buy different back covers though, but have no idea where to find them in Singapore..
I know that they sell loads online, but I'm too lazy to order. :(

Hnfquirehugirbfwfhrqeburebhjqwfdccccccccah.

2009-01-14T18:06:00.003+08:00

Pretty shitty day today..

I woke up at SIX (wake up for school at 6:50) covered in sweat.
I felt like crap, but since I couldn't go back to sleep, reasoned that I'd "might as well" go for school.

Wore my old battered purple-striped Pumas and trudged off to meet Bryan..

Blah blah.

Mr Balla's lesson.
Apparently everyone read the poem wrong except for him.
He read it rolling all the "R"s, so he sounded like a constipated Indian man.

I mean that wasn't supposed to come out sounding racist or anything. But Indians tend to roll their "R"s, right?

I love Indian people!! Really!!

Anyways, I practically fell asleep during his lesson..

Then I had my baby SLICED FISH NOODLES!!!

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *slurp*
Yummy fishy goodness!

Then after arriving 5 mins late for Mr Reddy's chemistry lesson, and downing 7 pills, (2 antibiotics, 2 for sore throat, one for runny nose, 2 for fever) felt like throwing up.

Urgh. Not good.

Anyways, I finally understood the energy level shell orbit things. So glad.
I finished the set in-class assignment faster then Bryan :D

Then math..
Blankness as per normal.

Actually not so much, because we were doing simple progressions.

Thenthen uhhh.. Business, I think.
Mr Reddy came in and asked me, Bryan and Alex to met him after the lesson.

So the whole time we were like "shit, shit!" and discussing what we might or might not be in trouble for.

Especially me, because whenever both me and Bryan's names are called together, it usually gets pretty bad. *coughDPRcough*

So we went off to find him, and we had a 20-minute-long lecture on our behaviour and attitudes in class..

Uh I'm apparently a bad student for chewing gum and occasionally coming in late for his classes.. I'm not very noisy in his class, my head's usually too busy trying to grasp new concepts to try and cause havoc.

So apologise apologise..
And Alex profusely kissed ass :S

"Yeah Mr Reddy, I understand that sometimes I can be noisy in class.. I'm sincerely sorry and I'll try not to let it happen again.."

Uh back to class and he's back to normal, making obscene gestures with his hand and mouth. =-=

And after the lecture there was only ten more minutes, so I couldn't eat my sliced fish noodles again :(

But Bryan promised that I'd get to eat it again after school. Which is impossible, because they always sell out by 2, when I finished at 340.

Then chinese.. Me and Bryan got separated because we were talking :(
Grawwwh.

And Alex, me and Bryan got called out in turn by Mr John. (who's our form teacher)

Apparently a student/ students had complained about us!?!?!?

For disrupting lessons during class.

I'm like "WTF?" @.@

Yeah. So I was pretty uneasy the rest of the day.
I get reaaally touchy about these kinda things, like when people dislike me, or trash-talk me.

I'll keep thinking if there's something wrong with me, or what I'd done wrong to make them unhappy, and stuff.

I kept wondering obsessively about who it was that'd complained about me. (I KNOW IT'S YOU, REX!! :P)

And all that on top of my slight fever didn't help much. :(

Then we had PE..
I had MC, woohoo!

I played with Anasha's Blackberry the whole time, asking her questions like
"can you customise the themes?"
"can you choose the shortcuts on the main screen?"
"what's the blinking light for?"
"what's the difference between BB messenger and normal messenger?"

Mmmm. I concur that it is super awesome.

I was super super tired by the time PE was finished, although I just sat there in partial shade the whole time.

Then Bryan told me that someone special was waiting for me in the canteen.
I was in a pretty bad mood so I didn't believe him.

Turns out he and Jessica had planned a surprise visit from her for me!
So sweet :D

But Jessica came late when she was supposed to come earlier to buy me fish noodles, so no fish noodles :(

So we chatted and I bitched to her, and she listened :P
And we brought her to see the library and Bryan left and we chatted somemore..

Ended up back home at around 6..

So nice to see you agaaaaiinnn :D

We shall go out very very soon!

And currently everyone in my house is sick, with the exception of my brother.
My parents, me, my maid, even my cat is sneezing.

It'sa terribly strong virus. I'll soon be infecting everyone in school.. Watch out *evil grin*

Oh, and yesterday I was transferring my stuff from my red bagpack into my new S&S, and was pretty devastated when it seemed so much heavier compared to my bagpack.

And somehow the blame came to rest on my pencilcase, which is huge, grey and REALLY bulky.
Like an elephant.

So, following my spidey senses, I transferred all my stuff from that pencilcase to my old one, and popped it (much more easily, since it's more compact) into my bag.

I hefted it gingerly onto my shoulder, and to my astonishment, the bag seemed MUCH lighter.

HUH!?

I still don't get why, even after puzzling over it for so long. The grey pencilcase is bulky, but lightweight. I put every single thing into the other pencilcase.

If anyone can explain this to me, I'll be infinitely grateful.

And my dumb-ass laptop's internet hasn't been working at all for the past 5 days.
I can't seem to connect to the wireless connection, although I KNOW the wireless is working fine.

I try to repair it over and over, but it doesn't work.

Super fed up with it.. =-=

I'M GETTING MY BLACKBERRY THIS WEEEKEEENNNDDD!!!!!!

YAAAAAYYYYYYYYY! *dance*

Note: People in my IB class, please be careful.

There's a thief in our class..

Zon's iPhone went missing during PE today- his phone was in his bag at the terraces. :(

Rantings of an enraged child (har-de-har)

2009-01-13T11:28:00.006+08:00

I'm sick.

I don't like being sick. Not one bit.

Even though I got to skip school for a day, I still really hate being sick..
"I got it from my mama, I got it from my mama".

I went out shopping a little with her yesterday, and within two hours, started sniffling a little and felt my throat getting sore..

Funny thing is, we went to go see the doctor, me to get my constant gastric-grief sorted, and my mum for her flu.

And I only "decided to" get her cold after we went to see the doctor, after we left. =-=

So now me and my mum have to share her precious meds.

Turns out gastritis runs in the family. So that's probably why i'm getting gastric cramp attacks at least once a day.
But the doctor said that even though it's hereditary, there should be no reason for me to get it so early. (my mum and her sisters only started getting the problems in their twenties)

So I guess i'm special. Hahahahahaha :D

I got a course of Nexium, which is really really strong, (and expensive- my course of 14 tablets cost close to $90!!) and my mum was worried that I'd have to take meds strong enough to knock out an elephant if my gastric problems persist.

But contrary to popular belief, the human body can't get used to medication. Only antibiotics and suchlike, because they're bacteria that the body can build up defenses to.
Well, that's what Bryan told me. And he's the son of two doctors, so his opinion can't be mistaken. :P

Blahblahblah.

Oh, and I got a new Crumpler! :D

I planned on getting the same red bagpack but in stripes of black, grey and white, but after comparing it to my own, I realised it was too plain.
Like something a goody-two-shoes student would wear. Ugh.

But my mum kept insisting on me getting it, for reasons too complex for me to understand.
Mum: "You can use it when you go travelling!"
Me: "But ma, I don't travel all that much. AND, I have the EXACT same bag in red that I can use then."
Mum: "..."

So I am now the proud owner of a soupandsalad! (yes, that's what it's called.)

The most important bit's that it's limited ed., so I won't see a million other lians and bengs touting the same bag, like what happened to my blue AND green crumpler. =-=

But Crumpler should actually pay me for endorsing them, considering I only use their bags for school. Uh that came out odd.
I mean that I use ONLY Crumpler bags for school.
Ah, much better.

And more ranting about the tyrannical school despot! (that's what I'mma call you-know-who from now on!)

ty·rant
n.
1. An absolute ruler who governs without restrictions.
2. A ruler who exercises power in a harsh, cruel manner.
3. An oppressive, harsh, arbitrary person.

The girls were called out yesterday to have their appearance checked.

My one-and-a-half-MILLIMETER-(exact) long nails were apparently too long. Yes, I just measured them.

Uhhhh..?

And no black shoes.
When they'd never made so much as a peep last year when I wore my black and gold Pumas, I happily bought a new pair during the December hols.

What's wrong with black shoes?
They are neither UNSAFE nor UNSENSIBLE.
In fact, they're sensible- they look much smarter then casual white sneakers or converse shoes!

Have you ever seen business executives, with their classic designer suits and ties, with WHITE shoes peeping smartly out from the bottom of their trouser legs?

I think not..

Sigh :/

Anyways my wonderful mother's going to pass me a letter for the TSD, saying that my nails can't get *too* short, or my skin starts peeling.

Which is actually kinda true.

The last time I got fed up with my nails and cut all of the white bits out, (but not to the quick) my fingertips got extremely sore, and really started peeling a little.

And nothing I can do about not dyeing my hair back, though.. :/

Who knows, maybe it will look better! *tries to be optimistic*

At least there's sliced fish noodles tomorrow <3
:D

Edit:
MY BROTHERS PLAN IS FINALLY FINISHED!!
ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHI
I THOUGH IT'D FINISH LATER SO I HAVE NO MONEY TO BUY MY BLACKBERRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YEEEEETTTTT*criedandcriesandcries*

I NEED MONEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :((((((((((((((((((((

:S

2009-01-08T21:16:00.003+08:00

I'm SORRRRYYYY!

I was busy. And stuff. Um. Yeah.

You can put the blame on my laptop- it keeps suddenly losing internet connection, and totally dying on whatever internet window I was currently opening. Then I'd have to ctrlaltdelete and "end all". :(

Well anyhow, new school.
New people.
New teachers.
New school management.
NEW ANNABELLE!

Yes, I hereby swear I will actually try and listen during class. *gasp*

I even bought myself a wonderful pink Filofax in the attempt to motivate my lazy butt to organise and note down all my undone homework. It's really pretty. Pink leathery goodness- MMMMM.

Last year I took 5 subjects:
English, Chinese, E Math, Chemistry and Business.

This year, it's compulsory to take 6.
So guess which extra subject I took under my wing?

Nope, not physics. Nice try.

History.

Which I haven't so much as spared a measly thought for since secondary 2.

No, I DON'T CARE that people were waging war on each other's asses in 1914 for the sake of some power-hungry sausage-eating Germans. (World War I if i'm not wrong.)

I couldn't give a flying damn that god-knows-where used to be part of god-knows-what.

But hey, Mr. James is the history teacher. How bad could it be?

Well, in today's class, I confusedly asked, "Isn't Wyoming part of China?"
Har-de-har. :(

It's alright, I suppose. At least it's not Singapore history like we did in secondary one and two.
Although if someone asked me to draw a rough sketch of the continents, I'd probably draw a couple of abstract bunnies. Bobtailville and Hareland.

Math- taught by MRS KOH! HURRAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!
NO MORE MADAM ONGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But. She's now discipline mistress.
And I HAVE TO DYE MY BEAUTIFUL HIGHLIGHTS AWAY!!!!
That's why it's called hair DIE.
Because it kills my only-one-month-old gorgeous streaks of dark honey.

Argh.
My current plan is to dye it brown, and wash my hair vigorously for a whole weekend till the whispers of my highlights reveal themselves to me. :D

HA! I DEFY YOU!

Anyways, Mrs Koh is firmly convinced i'm a bimbo. Because the only times she notices me talking, it's always when i'm pretending to be a bimbo, or in the act of something that looks suspiciously air- headed, but in fact, isn't.

Chinese: GohSweeBeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Same as always.. :/

English: Balla Krishna. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. Yes, that is his name.
Super dramatic teacher with lots and lots of facial hair. Very jowly.

He loves the sound of his voice. It kinda just sends us into a dreamy stupor.
I think he's a good teacher, actually, just that he seems to be "in his own little world", (Bryan's words) meaning that he's talking impressively only to himself.

It's a little hard to explain, but when you are truly talking to others, they can actually feel that you're speaking to THEM. Like, even if they shut their eyes, they would still know that it's them that the words ire being directed to. It's not just the volume of your voice, or how it's being spoken, but the INTENTION.

HOKAYYY, off-topic~

Anyways, we're supposed to write a 500 word reflection on the english lessons we've been through. 2 lessons, 500 words?

And he said it so easily, so flippantly, as though he set us 2 paragraphs. *sigh*

Chemistry: MR REDDY.
In our first class together, I was talking to Bryan while Mr Reddy was droning on about IB, which we've been hearing about from Mr Yeong for god-knows-how-long.

Mr Reddy fell silent after he realised I wasn't listening.
He gave me a long look.

I looked back at him innocently.

"Are you Ready?" He asked, a frown creasing his forehead.
"No, i'm ANNABELLE. YOU'RE Reddy." I grinned. The class broke into laughter, and even Mr Reddy started smiling.

I've ALWAYS wanted to use that joke. :D

I actually think Mr Reddy is a great teacher, although he hasn't actually started teaching me yet.
He seems to exhibit real passion for teaching, and I guess students can't grasp this since he makes use of a different teaching style.

Or you know what?
Maybe i'm wrong, and I'm just being too positive. He probably is the rude arse that he appears to be. *fingers crossed that no teachers will come across my blog*

Last but not least (I really don't understand that phrase- it doesn't make any sense..)
Business. Well, now it's called Business and Management.

It doesn't really matter, because Mr Wong is teaching it.

So we're all gonna fail. WOOHOO.

Prah-blem. Big, BIG prah-blem.

Makes me wonder if this year will be better then the last.

Lucky Anasha's here! Yeaaaay!

Oh, I wanna get a Blackberry. My lovely, lovely brother is sacrificing his plan-renewal discount for me. (Well, actually it's because my mum's buying him the HTC Touch Diamond for his 2008 Christmas present.)

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

GAH! :D

2008-12-26T12:07:00.004+08:00

GUESS WHAT TIME I SLEPT LAST NIGHT?!!?!?!?

TWEEEEEELLLLLVEEEEEEEE!!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!

GUESS WHAT TIME I WOKE UP TODAY!?!??!?!?!

TWEEEEEEELLLLLLVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!

At least i'm not sleeping from 3 am to 2 pm anymore. :D

I guess good came out of sleeping at 5+ am the previous night and waking up at 12 pm.

Boohooohhh :'(

2008-12-25T18:31:00.003+08:00

No bloggage recently because my precious laptop keeps flashing me the blue screen of death, and I've been super lazy to use the computer outside my room which i'm using now. :(

It's been super super busy around here.

Yesterday we had our annual Christmas (eve) dinner, and baby came at about 2+ to help out with stuff.

We sliced celery and chopped carrots, we restrung and kept christmas fairy lights, we set out the table, we broke plates (Well technically, the table was screwy and unstable, and tipped its load of crockery onto the floor. But my dad blames me for the smashing up the expensive fancy plates.) and and and my christmas present from baby :D

I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS :)
But my present comes in a little turquoise blue paper bag, with white ribbon tied around it..

And as the old adage goes: All good things come in small Tiffany (& co.) boxes.

Well something like that. Muaha. :D

And I can't open presents till boxing day.. Which is tomorrow. Boohooh :(

Zon's family and Shanya + her annoying older brother came for the Christmas dinner too.
Yummy.
There was:
- Parma ham with rock melon (which we and Bryan painstakingly cut and laid the ham over)
- Potato salad
- Grilled pineapples
- Fried potato rounds
- Vegetable things with brussell sprouts.
(I'd never tried one in my whole life, and I was curious as to whether they were as bad as Nickelodeon made them out to be. Yuck. They were pretty much right.)
- Turkeeeey
- Honey baked ham
- Baby back riiiiiiiiibs (which I've never liked, but other people do.)

There's more I think, but I was full by that point and went up to play Uno.
Ehhh Shanya won. But she cheated.

We wanted to play MY wii, but my brother, who stole MY wii to put into HIS room, had so generously loaned out all the games to his friends. Well, except Mario Party, 'cos it's so damn boring.

Thenthenthen Bryan had to leave at 11+, because he was driving off to KL at 5:30 in the morning, and he hadn't packed yet. :(

So I passed him his presents and waved gooooodbyyyeee to his mum and him in their little orange car. I had to borrow Zon's mother's shawl because my shirt was a *little* low to be meeting Bryan's mum. Ahahaha.

Then after an hour or two, Zon's two little sisters were totally going wild in my room, throwing my stuff around and spray painting rough paper I gave them (but also getting half the contents of the spray paint can onto my floor. SIlver spray paint.) and beating the stuffing out of my stuffed toys.

Then they started pushing me down whenever I sat up on my bed, which was fine and dandy. Having fun with the kids and all that.

Then Shanya lay across my bed after they'd stopped, and Bryan called. I sat up to pick up the call, and that's when the two little monsters decided to continue the game of push-the-annabelle-over, and the back of my head collided most painfully with Shanya's forehead.

Multicoloured stars burst out of nowhere to swim dizzyingly through my blurred vision. Tears sprang to my eyes and leaked out as me and Shanya lay there, stunned by the excruciating pain.

"Ouchouchouchouchouchouchouchouchouchouch.." We chorused together in a monotone, as we gingerly felt our heads to see if any permanent damage was done.

Me: OUCH!!!
Bryan: What happened?
Me: Oww. Ouchh ouch ohmygod.
Bryan: What happened, babe?? Are you alright?
Me: Owwwwwwcccccccchhhh.. Ouuccccchhh.
Bryan: WHAT HAPPENED?!?!!??!?!
Me: Ohhh maaaaiiiii gaaaaaawwd it reeeeeally hurts...
Bryan: TALK TO MEEEEEE!!!!

Ahahahah.

After that we were pretty much out for the count. The gruesome twosome soon brought their fun downstairs after realising we weren't up to playing with them.

Soon the people left, ushered out with cheery "Goodnight"s and "Have a great Christmas"s.

Shanya stayed, though, it was high time we had another sleepover like we did so often back before.

We lay on the bed with boiled eggs clutched to our poor heads (it's some chinese house remedy I guess. The egg "sucks" out the bruise's swelling. It WORKS.) and comparing whose egg got harder. (mine did.)

Then we took turns to shower, then chatted in bed till about 5+ in the morning. After getting cup noodles. :D

I was explaining to her how I'd met Bryan, and as we all know, is an extremely long and complicated drama.

Then she told me about a guy she was interested in, and we swapped advice.

Soon the chatter dwindled, and all that could be heard was deep, even breathing, and light snores.

sigh

2008-12-19T00:07:00.003+08:00

I'm feeling a great amount of animosity towards someone at the moment, so I shall blog to shift my mind to matters to graver importance.

I went to the post office yesterday to help my mum deliver an overdue traffic fine, and the queue was like fahucking long. It actually ended outside the post office.

My mum went off to pick up the famous paper shedder I've been talking about, (which overheated this afternoon and switched off. I really hope it's not spoilt, because we borrowed it.) and left me to wait patiently in line while some man argued about refunding stamps at the counter.

A tall Caucasian man and a brown-skinned lady (I'm not sure if she was partially malay or indian or whatever, so I'll write brown-skinned. Anyways it sounds exotic.) were standing to the side, out of the queue and the lady was scribbling something on an envelope. She caught my eye, and mouthed to me that she was in the queue in front of me. I guess she didn't wanna stand out in the heat.

I waited, bored. My eyes scanned the room repeatedly, to see if there was anything of interest that I'd missed on the last surveillance.

The Caucasian man took out an envelope from his battered-looking brown briefcase (I don't understand why they're called briefcases when no one puts briefs in them.. Hmm..Food for thought ;D) and my eyes caught sight of the familiar red and black logo on the top.

"Oh, are you sending your child to Hwa Chong International?" I asked.

The lady smiled at me, "No, we're working there,"

"Oh? I've never seen either of you.." I frowned. Oops.
"We've just started. You're enrolling as a student there?" She asked.
"Ah no, I've been a student there since 2004." I corrected her.

"Well, say hi to your new principal!" She grinned at me.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't know, hi!" I was flustered.

"So what did you think of your last principal? Was it Mr. Sho? Mr Shong?" She asked me brightly.
"Mr. Yeong. Uhh.." I floundered.
"Well..?" She asked.
Shit. "Uhh.. I thought he was a little.. Wishy washy." That was the best I could come up with without lying. Very vague. Could mean a lot of things.

"Wishy washy?" She laughed. "What on earth do you mean by that?"
"Umm I wouldn't really want to say anything, 'cos I'll get into trouble," I half-joked.
"Well, maybe you might not!" She laughed again.

I hurried to change the subject.
I turned to the new principal and tried a smile, "I hope you're not very strict!"
He gazed back at me solemnly, "You can hope!"

I don't know if he was joking, but he looked pretty intimidating.
I thanked the heavens that I thought to neaten my hair- I'd thought to just pop out and back when my mum asked me to go upon waking up to check my email.
Goodness knows what kind of impression I'd've made on the new principal (and vice- principal, if I'd heard correctly) with my wild, asymmetrical bed-hair.

Tomorrow's a pretty busy day. I'm meeting Bryan to watch Twilight at 10:40 IN THE MORNING (well, if we're still going.)
Then meeting my old tuition teacher whom I was really close to, along with Zon, who also had tuitions with her, at 2:30 for tea.
Then I'm gonna have to rush from Vivo down to Plaza Sing for drums at 5, then get my laptop and mouse wrapped before lesson so I can pick it up after.
Then I have to rush off to get ready to go to some super exclusive italian restaurant for dinner, because it's my parent's anniversary.

Shit, my cat just ate something that smells very, very bad. Gotta go pry it out before it comes back up with a couple of other friends..

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2008-12-18T00:52:00.006+08:00

Sorry about the hyper ness of the previous post- my mum had borrowed a friend's paper shredder to.. Shred stuff.

Superprivateconfidential stuff that, if I told you about 'em, I'd have to KILL YOU. :D

I went to Harvey Norman's at Millienium walk today (my mum always mistakes it for Harvey Nichols) because the house phones we bought a few days ago wouldn't connect.

I went to look around for a mouse for my laptop, and decided to buy one that was actually reliable and good to use, rather then a cutesy pastel-coloured one. (I almost got a baby pink, egg-shaped one yesterday. It was huge, but cute. Lucky I didn't have enough cash on hand.)

I ended up clinging on to a wireless microsoft mouse that had a scroll wheel that moved as smooth as silk (not that type that has that "kak-kak" feeling when you roll it) that also could pan side-to-side.

Shit I sound so confusing.

The scroll wheel could scroll in four directions. Up down left right. 'Kay?

Then I walked around to see if there were any ones that were better, and found another 2:

The Arc mouse

It can amazingly fold up to 60% of it's original size, and also has a super-cool boomerang shape. It cost a $89.90, while my own was $69.90. And it has a super cheap- looking rubber scroll.

(I don't know what's my obsession with having a perfect scroll wheel..)

Aaaand..

The Microsoft Explorer Mini

It looks sorta normal.. But it has a new technologically advanced thingamajig that lets it mouse smoothly over any surface (except clear glass).

It's called BlueTrack Technology. I won't go into details since I don't understand half of it.

All that i'm concerned about is that it can work on granite, carpet, wood, whatever- mousepads are now obsolete: yay! (Yay because I currently use a plastic file as a mousepad)

And it also had the 4-directional scroll, which was gorgeously made of metal. A smoooth scroll, with slight tactile feedback and cool to the touch. *drool*

Then I glanced at its price tag: $129.

Errgh. No.

So I was about to make a final round of the laptop accessories, when a guy who'd helped me out before walked over holding a mouse. He said it could work on virtually any surface.

I, being the blur person that I am, didn't realise it was the same mouse. I asked him how much it was, and he walked over to the same display I was at a few minutes ago.

"Uhh it costs seventy-nine ninety."

Ehhhh..?

Turns out I'd somehow read the tag wrong. So all systems are go on the BlueTrack mouse. Woohoo!

I went off to pay for the mouse, when my mum asked the lady who was fixing the phone if we could get a discount for the mouse since we'd travelled ALLL THE WAAAYYY from halfway across the island.

The lady went off to ask someone, and came back to tell us that the most she could discount it to was $69.90.

WOOHH! So it dropped to the same price as its inferior sibling.

*dance*

It's super awesome. I loooove my new mouse.

It's shaped really well, with a scoop at the side for the thumb to rest in, and another at the other side for the ring finger.

Next stop: "Zhng"ing both the laptop and the mouse with a Gmask wrap! No swarovski crystals this time, it'll make my laptop too bloody heavy!

Not to mention how much it'd cost.. *gulp*

And I ordered a pair of custom painted shoes from the fair at Plaza Sing, be picking it up sometime next week.. So I guess that's when I'll get my laptop done!

Oh, and Bryan looks like Tom Fletcher. I cropped his face out of one of his Australia pictures, and put it beside a picture of Tom.

Uncanny resemblance..

Tommy Nommy. :D

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE

2008-12-17T18:11:00.002+08:00

I'M HAVING FUN WITHA PAPER SHREEDDDDDDDDDEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

:(

2008-12-14T23:31:00.006+08:00

It's so damn awesome that I can even blog lying down in bed..

And oh yes,
For both my and Jessica's birthday, we both received the SAME laptop from our dads!

What are the chances of that happening?!

And I managed to straighten all of Jessica's hair!!

Before >>>>>>>>>>>>After!

Can you see the amazing difference? :D

Then we set off to Marina Square- turns out there's a straight bus there from 6th Avenue! (Bus 77, it's the very last stop!)

And we went to find Burger King to wait for Gerald and the HyperSIM guy, (who is doing the internet unlocking) and sat inside. It was like super cold, even though I was wearing jeans ,(super rare occurrence, I know..) so I can't imagine how frozen shorts- wearing Jessica was.

Gerald'd said he was almost there, and that he was wearing a red- striped shirt.
So, hugging ourselves for warmth, we stared out the window looking for a chap decked in red stripes.

"Don't tell me it's that old geezer coming down the escalator.." We'd nudge each other.

20 mins or so went by.. We decided to stand outside, since it was so damn cold.
Just as we walked out, a youngish boy wearing red and blue stripes came in, together with a older man.

"Gerald?" I asked.
No response.

I was a little embarrassed.

I messaged Gerald, "It's super cold in BK, so I'll be standing outside, alright?"

He replied, "Sure. I'm already there. Waiting for the hyperSIM guy to arrive."
The guy inside with the man seemed to keep looking around.

So I went back in and asked again, "Gerald?" LOUDLY.
Eh.. No response.

"?!" I replied to Gerald's message.
"Haha, where are you? Are you in BK?" He replied back.

Then Jessica spotted a sign in the distance saying,
"Millenium walk"

Oops.

We quickly made our way opposite, which turned out to be Marina Square.
We finally found Burger King, and I plopped down into the seat beside Gerald. (he had open Sidekick boxes on the table, so I knew it was him)

I explained what'd happened, and it broke any ice there was to begin with.

I passed the hyperSIM dude my SIM for him to fiddle with as I toyed with Gerald's Sidekick.

It's awesome, albeit a little bulky.

I asked him about the phone, chatted a bit while my SIM was being fixed.

After a while, the HS guy told us that he needed his hardware to unlock my SIM, so off he went with my SIM card and Sidekick-to-be. He left his own phone with us as a hostage, so we'd be assured that he wouldn't run away with my stuff.

We waited.. Waited..

Gerald's friend Rayson came down to join us. Very cheerful guy who kept asking me and Jessica
where we were from and how old we were.

Cool name though. He told us the story of how his name was created:

One day the wife of a man named Raymond gave birth to a bouncing baby boy.
The father had trouble coming up with a name for his child, and thought of his SON.
His SON! Raymond's SON! So he gave up the first 3 letters of his name, and added a "son" behind.

Tadah! Rayson was created!

Hahaha.

So we waited, and I said, "I think a camera crew's gonna pop out behind us and the presenter's
gonna shout, "YOU'RE ON MTV LIVE, AND YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D!!"

I suggested he call the guy, and he looked at the table with his phone on it. We all laughed.
But he called anyways, saying that maybe he had 2 separate SIM cards.

And the guy really picked up!
He said that he was still reprogramming my SIM, and that he wasn't sure how long more it'd take.

We waited somemore.. I caved in and bought a large fries and diet coke, which Rayson gallantly offered to pay for, "Heyhey you're our business customers! Allow me!" Hehe.

Finally, as I was toying with the remnants of my fries, the HS guy appeared again.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd come back!" I grinned at him.

Anyways, turns out my SIM card was impossible to unlock with his hardware..

He said it was because it was a Starhub SIM, which were more unstable then other services.

:(

So Gerald thanked him and he left. Poor guy.

He told me that he'd be meeting up with another HS guy the following day, so we'd have to meet up again, hopefully with a working phone.

I'm probably meeting him on Wednesday, fingers crossed that it'll work!!

Me and Jessica headed back to my house (walking around = spending money, big no-no) by cab, and we played Mario Party. (I thrashed her butt! :D)

We ordered Pizza Hut, and spent the remainder of our time shooting balloons, hunting for stars, and shouting obscenities at the AI players.

Shit, i'm damn tired. It's about 1 now. I slept at 4:30 last night. Stupid insomnia.

"Kweeeeeeeeh," Mr Chocobo said.

2008-12-14T13:45:00.007+08:00

Guess what i'm typing on now!!!

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DIDJA GUESS RIGHT?!

KYAAAAH :D

My very very own laptop!!! *dances*

Never in a million years would I ever have guessed who'd've given me a present- My DAD! Who has never given me a present for my birthday or christmas!!

I was so stunned!!

The funny thing is that it loads faster then my desktop I normally use in the computer room. Teehee!

It's super damn bloody cute, it's only about 8 and a half inches long!!

And and aaaand!

Guess what my mum got me!!!

I am finally reunited with my favourite watch in the whole wide world: (that someone stole from my table in guitar elective..) My precious CK DISCO WATCH!! *screams*

My mum bought me another one even though she was so pissed that I'd lost my old one!!!!
I'm super excited even just talking about it!! :D

And as if that's not enough..!!

I can't believe it..

But my mum bought me...
The one thing I've been lusting after, but never dreamed I'd get..

I present to you.. My MONOGRAM GREEN INSOLITE WALLET!!

Sorry about the spastic look on my face..

My mum even got a little gold chain to hang on the side so I can hold it as a clutch.. :D

Nyaaah! :D

And we went to Equinox for dinner! It's a gorgeous restaraunt that's 70 floors up, meaning you can see the whole of Singapore from up there.

I had foie gras, oysters and a huge 250g black angus steak!!

Mmmmmmmmmmm.. It looked so damn good that I forgot to take pictures of anything until after it all went down my maw. ><

Then after we were finished, my dad was about to ask for the bill when a waiter came by with a little cake. And it looked like it was on fire or something, because there was this little tube stuck into the cake next to the candle which was throwing a huge line of bright sparks into the air.

The pictures of the cake's in my mum's phone, along with a few others, so I'll probably pop them into the next post. :D

Jessica's coming over in about 10 minutes, and we're gonna play my wii till about 4-ish, then go out to Marina Square.

Why Marina Square? You may ask.

Because.. *giggles*

I'm going to pick up my Sidekick!

I'm so damn lucky. I mean that in a non-boasting way.

:D

2008-12-13T22:25:00.003+08:00

OMGOMGOMG. Fantastic daaaay!
So much so much so much to write..

Tomorrow!! I'm super tired!!!

If you're bored, and have at least an hour to spare..

2008-12-12T23:47:00.002+08:00

http://armorgames.com/play/2578/the-timewaster-ultra
TIMEWASTER ULTRA IS FTW!!

http://www.roombuddies.com/blog/2008/12/best-pranks-to-play-on-your-house-mate-2008/
Funniest shit. EVER.
I practically pissed myself laughing.
Watch ALL of them!!

And do ANY guys like going anywhere other then town nowadays..?
Is it that hard to find a boy who likes going to the zoo, having fun at beaches or taking a romantic stroll through parks? With his girlfriend?!?!?!? On her BIRTHDAY!?!?!?!??!?!

OMG?!

Okay. No more bitching.

Lotsa shite to blog about today~

2008-12-12T19:16:00.007+08:00

Slept like crap last night.
My mum says it's because I didn't take the sleeping pills, (I'd been taking it for the previous two nights) and that's it's side effects.

I couldn't really sleep till about 5:30 in the morning, and I got up at about 7:30. And slept pretty restlessly as well, kept waking up every 15 minutes or so.

So I was in a pretty much shite mood this morning.
And my mum was getting rid of the maid, so I got out of bed at 9 (the van was sending her to the airport at 10) to make sure my mum didn't get hurt by the maid in case she was feeling unhappy about leaving.

On the contrary, the maid was so happy about leaving that she almost cried. Because she'd been wanting to leave for about 2 months already. So yeah.

Bye-bye Singing. :/

Then I napped peacefully till about 1, then my mum woke me up as Gismo (my white Persian) had an appointment at the vet at 2. She has some sort of eye infection.

We only left the house at 1:45 although I only took 10 minutes to get ready, my mum took her time dilly-dallying. =-=

We had to go buy travelling carriers for the cats, since our only one was rusted.
We popped into the pet shop in Holland Village (Ehh I forgot what it's called. But it's next to Subway. I think.) and picked up one small carrier and a bigger one. (The small one to hold Gismo, and the big one for Fifi and Bebe, since they always travel together.) Pretty cheap, 28 for the small one and 32 for the bigger one. And we bought nice smelling shampoo and conditioner for them too, since we'd run out.

And there were two Golden-Retriever-crossed-with-Poodle dogs, which were so damn adorable!
They both had curly poodle fur, and one had golden curls, while the other was black, brown and white. I loved the golden one, but my mum oddly preferred the black one.

No dog so soon, anyways. We're just looking.. :)

AND AND AND!!!!!
They had a Sphinx cat!!!!! OMG!!!! <3
You know, the cats that don't have fur?!
The bald onessss! The one Doctor Evil has!!
*puts pinky to mouth* "One Million Dollars.."

It was the first time i'd ever seen one in real life!
I didn't know they had them in Singapore, since their skin is super sensitive.
They can get sunburned, and sweat. And if they sweat, their skin needs to be dried or it'd catch cold.

My eyes wide open, I asked the person sweetly,
"Can I touch it..?" because it was for sale in the cage, and people weren't supposed to touch it. Or so the signs said.

With her acquiescence, I opened the cage and gingerly stuck a hand in. The cat, lying in a cat hammock, lazily lifted its head to sniff my hand. I guess my hand didn't offer much interest, because it went back to sleep.

I touched it!! :DD
It felt like... Well.. A bald cat.

Hmm. It felt there was a sheet of rubber thinly stretched over its frame. It felt very odd, as normally stroking a cat was very easy, because of its plentiful fur.
For this one, there was more resistance when petting it, since it only had slightly tacky skin.
Tacky as in rubbery, like having a tacky grip for a racket. And it had a little bit of fuzz on it. The closest to fur it'd ever get, I guess.

OH!! It felt like SUEDE!! THAT'S IT!!

It was super super super cute, although my mum thought it was the ugliest thing she'd ever laid her eyes on. Poor kitty :(

I can't upload bloody pictures, so here's a link for you!
http://www.mahaonland.ru/shtanishki-u.jpg
The cutest damn thing you've ever seen, isn't it!?!?!? :DDDDDD

So we went home to catch the cats (we decided to bring F&B to have their nails trimmed) and went to the vet. There was this Golden Retriever that my mum insisted looked like Cassie, (to her, all Golden Retrivers do..) a Shihtzu, and chocolate brown Labrador, which kept making screechy noises.

Anyhow, the vet said Gismo just probably underwent stress while we'd left, and her eyes were just a being little sensitive.

She put bright orange eye-drops into Gismo's infected eye, and she looked mad. As in crazy.
The fur around her eye was also stained, and only one eye. Hahahaha. She looked really grumpy.

I took a picture afterwards, but f***ing blogger keeps sending me this error message whenever I wanna upload one.
bX-wxu5i6. Does anyone know what the hell to do about it!?!??!?!

Argh. Anyways, we went home afterwards to drop the cats off. We were supposed to go out for lunch, but the handyman came over to fix the outside lamp. I hadn't eaten anything the whole day, so I was super hungry. Kept rushing my mum, and helped her do whatever she was doing to speed her up a little.

We ate at Eclectic Attic in Plaza Sing, since we had to pick up the new maid in the building behind PS.
The food there's pretty awesome. We ordered a pan-fried foie gras taster, (it's $11, so it's pretty cheap.) a balsamic vinegar salad with smoked salmon and prawns, a tomato soup with crab meat, and a mushroom thingy.

Uhh the mushroom thingy is just mushrooms with cheese on top. And a little bit of sundried tomato. I forgot what it was called.

Oh, and I ordered root beer, because babe'd said it was the best root beer to be had in Singapore. It was pretty good, although i'm not too fond of root beer. It was really creamy, but a little too sweet for my liking.

The salad was fantastic. You've to eat it. The prawns are mind-blowing.

Then we went up to Toy Outpost to show my mum the bag I wanted to get.
Her verdict: "It's OK la.. But it's too small to bring to school!"

I protested, and borrowed a couple of magazines from the people to put into it.
It fit, but would crumple when I carried it, because it didn't have a hard bottom, the whole bag was floppy.

So I guess no bag. :(
Maybe i'll try and find that bigger LeSportSac duffel bag that I saw in Hong Kong, but didn't have the time to buy. Anyways, that one was like half the price of the one in Toy Outpost..
*tries to convince self*

Mmmmmkay.
Then we went to go down to the maid agency to pick up the new maid.
I couldn't recognise her ><
She looked totally different from the picture in her biodata.
She looks kinda like a boy, actually, with glasses and short curly hair.. :P

But she *so far* seems really polite and stuff, so maybe we'll be 20th time lucky.
I told my mum, "You know you're having maid troubles when you've changed more maids then your daughter's had boyfriends." hahahahahaha.

Sorry my post's so dry today, I'm feeling super exhausted.
I hope I'll be able to sleep better tonight, 'cos tomorrow i'm celebrating my birthday by SHOPPING!!~ :D

And possibly get my SIDEKICK!!!

WOOP WOOP! :D

Shopping..?

2008-12-11T21:53:00.005+08:00

Just got baaack!

My mum was originally supposed to pick me up to shop at 4, which became 445, because she was in a meeting. She ended up coming back at 6. =-=

We went to Paragon, because my mum said she'd spotted a nice mini skirt at Gucci, and a nice pair of pumps.
Ehhh.. The skirt was too long. ><
And wasn't really worth it's price since it was plain.

I LOVED the pair of pumps, though. It's red with black, and it's so super uber gorgeous!!
But.. It wasn't so comfortable, since the black detailing was made of stiff patent leather :'(

It was soooooo pretty, and matched my typical red/ black outfits.. *cries*
But I ended up buying a shirt there. 's pretty damn gorgeous, if I say so myself. I'll take pictures when I wear it on my birthday :D
I usually find Gucci stuff pretty tacky and "cheap"-looking, (yes, I am aware it is not quite cheap, but a lot of China people use it.. Not being racist or anything, but if lots of China people use things, it doesn't quite seem as exclusive anymore.) but the newer lines are pretty alright. Not bombarded with it's typical tacky-brown monogram. I just went to find a picture of it, but stupid blogger doesn't seem to want me to upload it. I keep getting an error message. Oh well..

But there's a line of bags there that look so plasticky, that the first time I saw someone carrying it, I thought it was fake. Till I saw it in the shop.

And I popped by Crumpler..
THEY HAVE A PINK BAAAGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!! OMGG!
It's bright pink, and I can't seem to find a picture of it online..
It's the same shape as the classic Barney Rustle Blanket, and I fell in love with it.

My mum offered to buy it, but I SAID NO. Aren't you proud of me?
Reason: Crumpler's way popular in Singapore. Every single student (who can afford it) definitely owns at least one. There's only ONE type of pink Crumpler, which was newly-released. All the girls, i'm sure, will go ga-ga like me, and soon millions of pink-crazy Singaporean girls (and perhaps a couple of adventurous chaps) will own the exact same bag.

And plus, i'm still eyeing that gorgeous not-sold-in-Singapore limited-edition LeSportSac duffel.. I'm pretty sure no one here owns one.. ;D

Gosh, I sound so damn spoilt. :/
I'm n-
Okay, I am. Just a teeny, tiny bit.

And Gerald (The Sidekick seller dude) told me that I can get mine as soon as this Saturday!!
Oh JOYY!! On my birthday!! :D

But.. I don't have any money.
Right.
Shite.

yawn

2008-12-11T14:08:00.002+08:00

Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.

I just got up. Got such a terrible nightmare.. Woke up with tears streaming from my face..

I dreamt.. I was in a really big school..
I'd been accused of doing something really, really wrong, but I didn't know what it was, but I only knew I was innocent.. They tried forcing me to admit it was me, but I refused to, because it wasn't.
Then everyone started chasing me. Curiously enough, there were 2 people who helped me out by encouraging me to keep running. In that dream, I was really myself- meaning that I ran, but very very quickly ran out of energy. So I slowed down a LOT, and fell down many times.

All of those times, the 2 helpful strangers would help me up, or push me to keep running.
They got swallowed up by the evil crowd of people chasing after me..

Eventually I got so exhausted, that I just fell into a heap. They tied me up and dragged me away.
They tossed me into a cell, and told me they were going to bring me to the principal the following morning. (which was like the most horrible thing that could happen)

I rested up, and amazingly broke out of the cell.
I dashed into a huge room, which was some sort of lecture hall, with tables and chairs everywhere. There were students scattered about in the front, listening to some presentation. Oddly, Mr Tan was at the back, and he screamed at me, red-faced to get into a "bloody seat" (yep, same old Mr Tan..) He didn't seem to want to chase me. No one else noticed the ruckus happening at the back.

There was a female teacher at the back as well, I whispered to her, "You won't tell on me, right?"
She smirked at me, and said, "We'll see." I hid under the table one row in front of her (because the others were occupied by the students) and waited there..

Suddenly, the principal walked to that teacher and started talking to her. (The principal was female, FYI.) The teacher kept weaving her head around the principal and glaring at me, "Huh, I can't hear you, this student is distracting me." She'd grin and say to the principal.

So the principal finally swivelled her head around and fixed her sights on me.
Big hullabaloo.
She threatened to lock me into some place which I forgot the name of, but it was the worst thing that could happen to anyone, I suppose, because the female teacher who'd ratted on me suddenly turned pale and started crying. I guess she felt bad. Stupid bitch. :P

I asked to borrow her cellphone, and I messaged my mum (who'd been searching in vain for me)
"Sorry ma. I don't think i'll be able to see you again. I love you, take care of yourself and tell Bryan I love him."
I wanted to write more, but the stupid phone was really hard to type with, and I was being dragged away. So I pressed send, and let myself be taken away.

I was brought to this place, where a cheerful-looking woman sat at a table with a giant notebook on it. She jotted down my name, and told me I was being sentenced to 3 months of being locked up in the place. I didn't know what the place was or contained, but I only knew it was a room. I thought, "well, 3 months isn't too bad.." and said that aloud.

The woman beamed at me, and told me that typically, people only had a 1 week sentence, so I must've done something "reaaalllyyyy bad". And that those people, the few that survive the one week, always come out "different".

I got pushed into the room, with a cheery, "good luck!"
The room seemed to have taken a leaf out of Roald Dahl's Matilda.

A tiny cramped room, with broken bits of glass and other sharp things protruding from everywhere- the walls, ceiling, door and even the floor. There was a loud sound that came from the door, and I got startled and jerked away from it, and deeply cut my arm on a rusty sharp piece of metal.

Then I woke up. My whole face was wet, and I was sweating all over.
Yeah. I just wasted like 7 minutes of your life reading that rubbish. But it was really bad in the dream, 'kay!?

Anyways, I got my hair re-highlighted yesterday at Yen's. That's where I went the last time, when I intended to go to the Colour Bar, but it was closed. It was about 5/ 6+ I think.

So I walked all around Holland Village, and the only salon that was open was Yen's. So I did it there, and surprisingly, (it seemed like it was a little run-down, no surprise since it was in the HV shopping centre) they did a really good job.

And my mum, who'd done it at Hyatt Hotel (=-=) had really thick, ugly highlights.
So I brought her to Yen's. After we'd finished, we paid and left.
"Wah, so expensive!?" She asked me. It was about the same price as what she'd pay in Hyatt.
"Yeah, but at least it's more classy there!" She said.
"So you'd rather go there and do your hair crappily, or come here and have it done really well?" I grinned.

Mmmm. My hair's prettyful. My mum's hair was salvaged-
They dyed half the width of her old highlights with her base hair colour so they'd be thinner, then added more thin highlights. Now it looks pretty great :D

We were supposed to go shopping yesterday, but my mum wanted to do her hair before my birthday, and wasn't free to do it anytime other then yesterday.

So we're going shopping todaaaayyy! :D

And I am eating my favourite porridge. I'm such a old lady.
Nom nom nom nom nom.

Nostalgia

2008-12-10T15:05:00.004+08:00

Well, I just re read my entire blog, from day 1 in 2005..

Funny how my english back then was in better shape then it is now.
A fair share of wincing and grimacing as I read through a few sensitive posts..

I honestly can't believe what a terrible relationship I was in previously.
Never once did I blog about how wonderful/ sweet my boyfriend was. Because.. He wasn't.
And I just kept blogging my sorrow away, oblivious to the state my relationship was in..

Gawd, it only *just* struck me as to how fucking stupid I was.
I can't believe I put up with it for one and a half years. What did I stay for?!

Certainly wasn't love. Or looks. Maybe it was just the comfort of familiarity?
But how comforting could it be to argue every single day?
Why did I keep running back to lick from the hand that hit me?
What did I SEE?!

So many questions running through my head.
Last time, flocks of people would ask me the same questions i'm forcing myself to answer now.
My answer? "Because I love him and he loves me."

Uhh? Up till now, I don't even know if that second bit of my answer rings true.

If someone asked me now, "Why are you together with Bryan?"
I'd have a whole list of answers ready. Just off the top of my head.

- Because of the way he's always so concerned about his hair
- Because of the way he'd immediately hold my waist so tight whenever other guys glance at me (hehe!)
- Because of the way he threads his fingers through mine
- Because of the way he's always so warm
- Because of the way he's always up for a hug- anytime, anywhere. (koooooooff!)
- Because of the way just seeing you speeds up my heartbeat.

But back then.. What other answer could I give?
"Oh, uhhh.. Because we're always arguing which helps me practice becoming a lawyer?"

Nuh-uh..
Makes me feel so much better about now. That at least i'm in a healthier relationship, instead of a toxic one.

I'm sorry I always snap at you about not being able to spend time with me. I know it's not your fault that your parents place so many constraints around you. I'm sure it's probably harder for you then it is for me.
There's always a silver lining in it all- the little time we have together would be much more precious. That's why whenever we go out, it's like we're on our first date.

Okay, enough mushiness and moroseness, on with my normal blogging.

Since I've busted almost all my money on everything *except* my phone, I've decided to sell off some stuff at Toy Outpost. $70- $80 a month is charged for "rent". Ouch.

I'm selling off most of those plushies I won back then in the Plaza Sing arcade.
Okay, i'm sorry, I KNOW you mostly spent your money winning them for me, but hey, you didn't return me that Arsenal jersey I bought you for your birthday, either. :)

I'm keeping all the Stitch ones, though. Adding to my super Stitch family, of which I'll be taking a few pictures of in a while.

Surprisingly, there's actually quite alot of plushies apart from the Stitch ones, and a great deal of them still have their arcade tags on. Lucky I didn't take them off!

And I have no idea what to do on my birthday. I've been so hyped up throughout the year, thinking about my birthday- SWEET SIXTEEN! IT'S GONNA BE SO AWESOMEE!!!

But when it actually comes..
My mum: Annie, what do you wanna do on your birthday?
Me: Uhhh.. Stay at home and sleep.
Mum: ... -_-

Sigghhh. Siiiiiiiiiiigh. *sigh*
Haaaiii. *sighs*

So depressed la. And the only letters I ever receive nowadays are birthday coupons from Thai Express, La Senza, Wacoal (I love my underwear, i'm a member of almost all the brands I shop at :D) and 77th Street.

So sad..
Oh, did I mention yesterday that I attempted to curl my hair?
It worked, but only looked good when I tied it up into 2 ponytails. That's why in the giant Stitch picture my hair was tied up like that.
I think I'll straighten my hair today..

What a day!

2008-12-09T23:23:00.009+08:00

I went out with Jessica and Ke An today!! :D

We went to Plaza Sing, and went to the arcade to play that game that you've secretly always wanted to try but was to embarrassed to:

That one where you whack the ghosts on the screen with the magic wand things. :D

Let me tell you: it's a whole lot of fun. We beat the game one and a half times, but we should've supposed to have died on the third stage. But we cheated and continued with 2 more tokens like 4 times. :P

And we also played that game where you throw plastic balls at the screen at targets and flying birds. It was really fun, but we ended up randomly throwing balls with both hands at the same time instead of really aiming, because the stupid targets kept moving really quickly. Reaaaally reaaaaallllyyyy funnnn!

Needless to say, our arms were very toned (or rather just our dominant arm) by the time we were finished with those two games. I know my right arm is. Oh, did I tell you i'm trying to be ambidextrous? I try to do more things with my left hand now. I even try writing. Which is really frustrating, tiring and painful. I used to actually be left-handed, but the stupid American schools apparently thought being left-handed was "wrong", so they forced me to turn into a righty.

And lefties live longer. So, if I am ambidextrous, I will live FOREVER!! :} muaaaahahaha.

I vill dwrink your blaaaaahd!

And ANYWAYS, there's this super super cool high-tech game in the arcade, which is a twist on the whack-a-mole game that everyone loves.

It's one of those music/ rhythm games, where you press the blinking button in time to the music. The "screen" actually composes of 4 x 4 buttons. It looks really futuristic and something out of Star Trek.

Here's a picture, although it's blocked by Ke An's hand. (She was the best at it)

Yes, i'm sorry it's such a crappy picture. You can't really see properly, but the squares actually are the main screen. There's another small, tiny non-buttony screen on the top that keeps track of your score. It overall looks super damn cool.

And we watched the Four Christmases! It's actually a pretty good show. Really funny.

And Golden Village now has a mashed potato + cheesey hotdog combo.. Mmmmmmm.. Although it's a little hard to eat, (you have to cut up your sausage with the spoon in the mashed potato so you can mix it up and savour it properly) it's totally worth the trouble. But the combo with a drink costs $7. Ouch. Not that i'm stingy, but a cup of mash and a sausage and watered- down coke definitely would not cost 7 bucks. I mean, even the hotdog combo is around the same price. :(

Walked around, wasting money. I bought a super super super soft Stitch plushie from Toy Outpost, and a also super soft Scrump doll. And reaaaalllyyyy cute undies from Bodynit. I THINK it's called Bodynit. Well, something like that. It's really really cute! I'd take pictures of them, but.. Uhhmm.. Overkill, maybe.

Toy Outpost is an amazing shop. The people who thought of it are pure genius. You walk into the shop, and all you see are clear display boxes mounted on the walls. The boxes all contain stuff to buy- duh.

Here's the thing: The boxes are sort of rented out, where people can sell their own stuff, and make their own money. They decide on their own prices, and what to put up for grabs.

The shop collects 6% form all the things sold, and also the "rent" for the boxes.

Isn't that damn smart?! All they have to do to start up is just buy boxes!! And pay their own rent for the shop of course. But the shop does really well!!

They sell stuffed toys, keychains, accessories.. There is even one big box dedicated to selling LV stuff!! *drool* not that much people will buy from there.. I mean, for all we know they're convincing fakes. But still, it's a totally kick-ass store. I love it! All the Stitch arcade toys I can NEVER grab from those UFO arcade games, some skilled UFO-master is probably selling at Toy Outpost. YAY!

And I went to the store opposite Build-A-Bear (I can never remember the shop's name although I go there every week and i'm really good friends with the shop people) and THEY HAVE A HUGE STITCH PLUSHIE THAT IS BLOODY ADORABLE AND SUPER SUPER SUPER SOFT AND HUGGABBBBLLLLLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Sorry ><

I nearly ran out of the shop clutching the gorgeous cuddly Stitch. But I mean, a tiny short girl manhandling a giant blue plushie half her size isn't conspicuous in the very least, is it!? :D

Anyhow, I finally bought my Stitch DS cover. :DDDDDD

Yes, it's a DS cover. And yes, I am biting it's ear. :D
Yummy. Sorry the picture's blur. It's really hard to take self-portraits with my phone..
Crappy thing.

And there was this super retarded Barney Concert going on in the ground floor. It was really noisy. It was like a Barney karaoke session, where they sang christmas songs and all that jazz.

There's Barney the big pink blob. (According to my phone camera)

The funny thing was, there were more adults in the crows then there were kids. I think secretly, even grown-up loves Barney the purple faggot dinosaur. Muahah.

And why is it everytime I upload a picture, it totally screws up the spacing between the paragraphs?? Like every one "enter" spacing becomes 3.

I'm so proud of myself- i'm actually putting pictures on my blog now!!! :O

I'm considering putting up a tagboard.. But it's so embarassing when people don't tag.. And your latest tag's date is from 3 months ago.. :(

Oh well.

BY THE WAY, people.. My birthday is this Saturday.. So even if you can't afford presents, a "happy birthday" would be awful nice :D

Quote of the day:

Me (to Jessica, talking about my badly self-made earrings): YOU can fix it, you're miss D-I-Y. *silence* I'm miss B-U-Y.

Okay. It was really much funnier when I actually said it. I guess you just needed to be there.

Jessica makes jewellery. I think she's gonna be super rich in the future. I'll be that hobo you always see.

---ANNABELLE: COMING TO A STREET NEAR YOU!---

annabelle finally gets out of the house! :o)

2008-12-08T23:26:00.002+08:00

Went out with Kwang Min and Jessica today! :D

STUPID KM IS LEAVING ON OUR BIRTHDAY!!!
WHAT KINDA BLOODY PRESENT IS THAT!?!??!? :(

Evil. Evil. Eeeeeevil. You'd better get me a really good present to make up for leaving!!

Aaaaaaaaand.. *drumroll*
I bought a HAIR STRAIGHTENER!! :D
Aaaand I can use it to curl my hair too! Yeaaaaaaayyy! *does crazy annabelle dance*

So one strike off my wish list.
But now.. I am very, very far from my $600 needed.
ARGH.

It's really pretty though, it matches my typical dressing.
Pretty pretty black with red plates.

And it's wicked awesome-
The brand's Jose Eber: The very brand that celebrities trust and love ;)
It actually makes my hair feel smoother after I use it..

I burnt my finger just now while attempting to straighten my hair to the side.
There are two small crinkly lines on my left index finger now.. PAIN!! :(

Sorry for the lack of fluid sentences-
My dad bought me a pack of Crest Whitening Strips (well, half a pack, because he took half of the strips =-=) because I told him I wanted to whiten my teeth. So sweet of him right!! :D

Then I went home, happily opened my straightening iron and tried it out (did I mention it heats up in half a minute!?!) then, riding on my high of making pretty curls, decided to use the whitening strips.

Super duper easy to use:
Step 1: Open pack containing top and bottom whitening strips
Step 2: Remove whitening strips from plastic, and align with gum line.
Step 3: Leave it there for 30 mins, and remove. Rinse out any remaining whitening gel.

Okay. So I put it on. Yuck. Yuck. Weird taste. O-kay..
10 mins later: OUCH! what was that!!?!?! A sharp pain shot up one of my teeth. I stiffened up, but the pain was gone as suddenly as it'd came.
3 mind later: "!!F-!!" Another bolt of agony.

So the pain came again and again, really suddenly and excrutiatingly.
So after 25 minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore and dashed to the toilet to remove the torture devices.

My teeth: Normal colour, with white blotches towards the bottom of my teeth.
My mouth: Tasting disgusting. What do you expect, when you put peroxide in your mouth?

Sharp, sharp shoots of pain every 3 minutes now. Pain..
I immediately gave the box of whitening strips back to my dad, who used it yesterday without any repercussions.

Ouch. My finger and teeth are hurting in tandem now.. :(

I'm going out with Jessica and Ke An tomorrow, (I think) I hope I don't buy anymore stuff.. Especially big, expensive things. Like a straightening iron. But it's a necessity, right?!

Riiiight..? :(

I am bored to smithereens.

2008-12-08T00:32:00.003+08:00

Wow double post again?!

I must be on drugs or something.
No.. I wouldn't take drugs. It's too expensive a pastime. :D
I'm bored. So I took one of those stupid questionnaire things.
You can skip it, it's all boring stuff.

Have you ever -
Been on a plane : Of course. I've been on so many planes that I taught myself how to yawn on purpose. (To get rid of that blocked-ear sensation)
Fallen asleep at school: Actually, I haven't napped during lessons for at least a year. *gasp*
Broken someone's heart: Uhhh.. I guess so..? :(
Fell off your chair: Y-no. What kinda stupid person falls off chairs?
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Yep.. But that someone never called. :/
Saved e-mails: Mmhmm! The ones that're important. Although gmail has so much ,I never need to delete anything ever again.
What is your room like: Messy. Random things are strewn all over the place.
The last thing you ate: YUMMY PIZZA HUT LASAGNA!! Nomnomnom..
Ever had chicken pox: Yep, with the scars to prove it!
Sore throat: All the time. Especially after camps.
Stitches: Yeah, whenever I run. No, no real stitches. Not that I can remember.. Oh yeah, there was that time the aliens zapped me up with their tractor beam and stole one of my kidneys. I didn't protest- I mean, it was probably for a good cause..
Broken nose: It's too flat to be broken. Unless you count that time Fiona smashed my nose on her backhand with her tennis racket. It was purple for about a week.
Do you believe in love at first sight: Yeah. I believe in love at 2nd, 3rd and 4th sight too. :D
Who was/were the last person/people you danced with: Ehh.. Myself. In the mirror. ..*blush*
Last made you smile: Reevey :D
You last yelled at: My brother. To uh.. pay for his pizza. Does that count?

Today did you -
Talk to someone you like: I talked to someone I love :D
Kiss anyone: No! *cries*
Get sick: Yes :( In Bob Dylan's words: "This kind of looove; I'm love sick"
Talk to an ex: Nope!
Miss someone: Oh yes :(
Eat: Didn't I answer this somewhere above??
Best feeling in the world: When i'm in my babe's arms.. :)
Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Jiji, my giant whale, a bat and a mini- Stitch. :D
What's under your bed: Trained boogie monsters. You wouldn't wanna get me angry..
Who do you really hate: No one. Nice person that I am. *pats myself on the head*
What time is it now? : 1:01 am

Random -
Is there a person who is on your mind now: He's lodged there 24/7
Do you have any siblings: A brother
Do you want children: DEFINITELY!! I want one son and a daughter!!! Arielle and Aidan!! :D
Do you smile often: Oh yes. I smile so much, it's scary.
Do you like your hand-writing: Mmmmm.. Not really. But it could be worse.
Are your toe nails painted: Shimmery red with silver tips :D
Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: Eh heh heh.. ;D
What color shirt are you wearing now: Orange!
What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday: Uhmm, ummmm, ummm.. I DIDN'T DO IT!! HE DID IT!! HE KILLED MR. SNUGGLES!! *wails*
I can't wait till: I CAN BUY MY SIDEKICKKKKKK!!!
Are you a friendly person: Yep :D
Do you have any pets: 4 cats, a doggie ghost, and a Nommy.
Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: In Australiaaa :(
Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?: Definitely..
Do you sleep with the TV on?: Nope. I'm not a TV person.
What are you doing right now?: Are you retarded!?
Have you ever crawled through a window?: All the time at school.
Are you too forgiving?: Unfortunately.. Yeah. Goes hand in hand with my forgetfulness.
Are you closer to your mother or father?: Motherr. :D
Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Ehh.. Whaley?
How many people can you say you've really loved?: 3, I think?
Do you eat healthy?: Do chips and chocolate count as healthy? Potatoes and calcium! Of course it's healthy!
Do you still have pictures of you & your ex?: Nope. All ripped up and/ or deleted. :/
Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: Yeah. Little miss touchy, that's me!
If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?: My bed. :D
Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: LOUD! :D
Are you confident?: Yep! Well, most of the time. Except for when I have a zit or a bad hair day.

BEDTIME FOR THE NYOMY!!
(Yes, there is a difference between nommy and nyomy.)

Fee fie fo fum.. I smell potato chips but they're in cold storage.

2008-12-07T20:31:00.003+08:00

Pretty much an uneventful day..

Slept at about 4 last night. I can get into bed by 12 but not manage to sleep for hours. Super frustrated. I think I'll like wake up at 7 am to reset my biological clock. Umm.. I'll let you know when I have the heart to do it. Seeing as i'm already bored out of my skull with 10-hour-long days (considering I wake up at 2 pm and get into bed by about 12)

Had to get up at 12 pm *sob* because my dad was hammering on my door (too loudly for me to ignore) and bellowing "ANNIE IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP AND GO FOR CHURCH I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR ALLOWANCE!!" Yeah, really woke me up. Shite.

Church, as blah as normal.
But I got a few glares from chaste church-goers as I was decked out in "inappropriate" attire that was "banned" from church. Had to hastily don my jacket after my mum hissed at me to put it on. (yeah, I brought it because this always happens. Not my fault the church decided to make wearing shorts and sleeveless tops illegal.)

Gragh. I the only thing I own apart from shorts are:
-3 pairs of jeans, 2 of which make me look like a hippopotamus, (and I personally do not find hippos sexually attractive in any way) and the last pair looks alright, but always rides up my ass. Uhhh. Yeah.

- 2 skirts, one that itches at the side for some strange reason, and the other is so short that i'm afraid to wear it out unless i'm with my mum (not my dad, he'll snort blood out of his nose) or Bryan. No, not for his benefit, it's so that I'll have someone to literally "cover my ass" when I go up escalators. Otherwise I'll have to face leering, upturned-faced cheekopehs. Not good.

That's it. Thus, we come to a conclusion that I must wear shorts. *grin*

Okay. Back to my day. After church, we went to Akashi since my brother's leaving to Vietnam on Tuesday. Cod fish noodles.. Yum.

Then I went home to do my customary day-spending..
Check email/ facebook and sleeeeeeep. Woohoo!

Woke up to my brother's friends making a tremendous amount of noise. ~~Banging~~ thumping noises and screaming and music were coming from his room.

Found out his friend had brought over the entire set of Guitar Hero: World Tour, with mics, drum set and guitars.

And I wanna play too, but too paiseh because no one asked me. Stupid asshole of a brother. :(

And i'm HUNGRY. No more yummy porridge, instant noodles in stock at home are rubbish, no money to order pizza. Or rather lasagna, because I don't like pizza, but I love Pizza Hut's lasagna. Oooh, oooh, and the spicy drumlets. Nom nom nom.. *drool*

Leave me to my food fantasy.. *eyes gleaming, saliva dripping down chin*

2 posts in a day.. Something's wrong with me!

2008-12-06T23:30:00.006+08:00

I'm like blog-happy. I keep finding stupid things to write about.

I think it has something to do with not having anything to do all day.
Did I confuse you with that sentence? Teeheeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

An Entire List Of What I Did All Day:

- Sleep at ~5am

- Sleep very very restlessly as cats went to bathroom and started pushing everything off counter, making a huge racket.

- Get up, run to the bathroom very clumsily ('cos the room's very cold, and am scantily clad in thin t-shirt and shorts) and scream at cats.

- Cats run away and hide

- Somewhat satisfied, make my way back to still-warm bed, try to curl up in same position as before.

- Drift off to sleep

- Cats start pushing things off bathroom counter again. (Yes, there's lots of stuff on my bathroom counter)

- Get up again, scream at cats again, throw them out of bathroom and shut the bathroom door.

- Wake up periodically to see the time

- Wake up at 7 am, stay awake till message received from Bryan, saying he'd reached Australia in one piece.

- Sleep, finally.

- Wake up at about 3 in the afternoon the next day, wanting to sleep more, but is starving.

- Get out of bed, wash up, hunt for beef porridge mother cooked. (terrific stuff)

- Burn tongue trying to eat hot porridge

- Burn tongue again trying to eat hot porridge

- Eat hot porridge

- Check email/ facebook/ blog

- Eat another bowl of porridge while replying to sidekick-selling dude's email (that the phones'll be coming in on Wednesday)

- Eat another bowl while watching random youtude videos

- Go back to room when butt was numb

- Re-re-re-re-re-read Breaking Dawn

- Fall asleep for couple of hours

- Wake up to check email/ facebook

- Go back to room, finish reading Breaking Dawn

- Fall asleep for another couple of hours

- Wake up to brother hammering on door to tell me to get ready for dinner

- Dinner at Spaghetti's, family discusses Bryan and my brother's warts which sprouted in disturbing places.

- Go to Ikea to look for shelves for basement

- My brother and I test the aerodynamics of stuffed toys in children's section while parents bicker over whether to get red, black or white shelving. (The panda/ bolster can fly straight, javelin-style, but only if you throw it in a specific way, and it is hard to catch the red/ blue rattly balls.)

- Exhausted from our efforts, we reward ourselves with 15 swedish meatballs and smoked salmon. (I had to pay for $3.40 of it as mother only provided us with $10)

- Talk about relationships and problems. (Very insightful.)

- Go home after father buys hotdog.

Mmmm. The ideal life.
I was on the laugh rag throughout dinner and Ikea trip, because I barely talked, let alone laughed, all day. (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=On+The+Laugh+Rag)

Oh yeah, Bryan's gonna be back one day later then he said he would. Apparently his mum lied to him/ got mistaken about the date. :(

Oh, and I got a mild case of the giggles after going on facebook and having Eve ask me what a nommy is. :D

Nintendo

2008-12-06T15:31:00.003+08:00

Studio Ghibli lovers who are also devout Nintendo followers are in luck:

Studio Ghibli is releasing an RPG game for the Nintendo DS!!
JOY!
http://www.gamespot.com/news/6198160.html?sid=6198160&part=rss&subj=6198160

And also, Nintendo has come up with a NEWER DS- named the DSi. (No, I have no idea what's with everyone adding "i"s to the front back and middle of things. iAnnabelle: Your favourite interactive girl; now with interchangeable facial expressions!)

It sports a thinner body, larger dual screens, a SD slot, and..

Wait for it..
Wait for it..

A 3MP CAMERA!!!! *gasp*

The new DSi can now store music and photos, and of course the games. That's what the SD slot is for. And knowing Nintendo's cunning marketing, they'll be coming up with a SD that is specifically used for the DSi.

But, no more GBA slot on the DSi.. :(
If you don't already own a DS, but've been eyeing one, now's the time to jump on, while Nintendo's at it's game-creating finest :D

BUY THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU- THE BEST EVER GODDAMN GAME FOR THE DS!!
You won't be sorry :D

I'm very depressed.. All these awesome stuff coming out and i'm broke..
And the Sidekick selling dude says that the phones are coming in on Wednesday.. ARGH!!! *cries*

If you plan to get me a birthday present, just give me cash, please.. :D
May it be 2 dollars, 10, 20, 30- it'll all be for the greater good :)
And it's the THOUGHT that counts. So it doesn't matter if you get me a present I never use, or cash- as long is the good intentions are there!

And baby just left for Australia.. He'll be back on the night of my birthday. Nasty boy.

'm so lonelyy.. Not used to going through the day without his calls and messages telling me about random things he did.
No idea how i'm gonna sleep without his calming voice to ease me to the land of Nod.. *sigh*

Come back soon, nommy! :(

Queasy..

2008-12-05T20:04:00.004+08:00

I feel sick to my stomach. I think i'm gonna vomit the spicy crispy chicken I bought from the Taiwan snack stall in Plaza Sing.

I came back from HK and had $550 in my account.
And now I have less then $250.

Where the hell did all my money go!??!??!?!?!?!!?!?
I can't believe I bloody spent that much. In less then a month. And the money spent wasn't including my allowance. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Instead of that wonderful feeling and glow that I'd normally bask in after a little "retail therapy", I just feel disgusted with myself. I feel like getting rid of all the shit I purchased.

I kept telling myself I still had plenty of money in my card, and kept shopping and spending it all away.

And Kinokuniya/ Borders/ Mos Burger etc have all their part time jobs taken up already. How am I gonna earn back all that cash?! I was supposed to be saving up at least $600 for my phone, and now i'm back to bloody square one.

Shite.

And I'd typically self-ground myself, so I wouldn't go out to squander my money, but I promised to go out with Ke An And Jessica. And Eve. And probably KM too, since he's leaving.. :(

I'm gonna have to leave my card at home, ration my money. Haha, money- rationing.

:)

2008-12-04T15:30:00.004+08:00

Here's a message going out to my oh-so-dear friend Ryan (the one all of us know, including you, Bex):

It's not very clever to go bitch about my boyfriend to my brother.

Here's a smiley face for you: :)
And here's me saluting, and presenting my gorgeous middle finger to you.

I mean, seriously, isn't that the stupidest thing anyone can ever do?
Here's the scoop:
Ryan occasionally bumps into my brother who is always studying in Starbucks.
This time, him and Granville decide to sit together with my brother, and have a chat. Then Ryan starts running his motor-mouth, about how ugly Bryan is, how stupid he is, and how useless he is.

How ironic- all he had to do was to say how gay Bryan is, and he could be talking about himself.

Hmm. Fine, fine. But you forgot one thing, maybe?
That he's my fucking brother?
Do you think we are brother and sister in the way you and your sister are?
He doesn't extort and beg money from me, or blackmail and hurt me, like I heard you do to your poor sister.

I'm glad that I finally have an official reason to never talk to you again.
Oh, and frankly?
-Face it: You're UGLY.
So STOP asking me or other people whether you're better looking then some passerby on the street. Because, chances are, unless his face is disfigured or horribly mutated, he definitely looks better then you.

- Nobody gives a shit who your new boyfriend is.

-Nobody gives a flying fuck which base you and your new, fantastic, gorgeous boyfriend have gotten to.
I can't believe anyone would date, let alone HAVE SEX WITH, anyone as fucking ugly, and self-centred as you!

- Nobody really likes you. The only reason you have friends, is because of your "wealth". Which I don't even know whether is true, or you lying. As per normal.

- The way you treat people is disgusting and arrogant. Like when you go eat at a restaurant, and you're so damn rude to the waiter. It's embarrassing, and obnoxious. What do you have to be arrogant about? Your looks, maybe?

Okay, okay. I'll stop. Because I know i'm scaring my meagre number of readers away.
It's just years of frustration bursting out. I have so much to rant about him.
Like one time during mass exercise, you fucking pulled my FBT shorts down, and exposed my underwear. You're damn lucky nobody saw.
I'm glad I got to slap your disgusting, ugly face. It felt GOOD. :)

Sorry everyone. *ashamed*
I'll be good. Unless someone pisses me off. :D

ANGST!

2008-11-24T15:50:00.004+08:00

Got back from my 4 day trip in Guilin yesterday.

Before you ask, it was rubbish, absolute SHITE.
- It was 10 degrees. As a couple of you might know, I HATE HATE HATE the cold.
- The "4 star hotels" were in fact about 2 stars in reality.
- The "hotel" beds were about as hard as rock.
- The food was.. ... Indescribably bad.

- I'm sorry if I sound racist, but I've found out that most "uncivilised" China citizens, are, in fact, uncivilised. They drag their damn trolley things around, not caring whose toes they trample over, and of course you are rewarded with a lack of an apology or even a jiffy of attention. You receive no thanks for holding doors open for pregnant women or the elderly. The manner of which they speak is crude as well as deafening.

- The tour had lots of exclusive costs which they did not specify in the itinery. Only about 3 visits to places were free, and all three were shite.

One of them was a free half hour foot massage. Some wanker who worked there spent approximately 1 hour telling us to buy disgusting oils and creams and pills which contain lizard gizzards and pig eyeballs or something. AND then after all of that, said that under 18s can't have their feet massaged.

Not that I honestly gave a rat's pair about a pathetic half hour of rubbing, but I had a two hour massage the day before, and I was also pretty fed up with the wanker's bellowing about miracle lotions. Their excuse was not "the chi from the masseuse's hands might affect growth and functionality of younger people", but that the youngsters might complain of pain. ...WHAT!? But my mum stopped me from exploding in anger, and asked one of the masseuses to help me. She looked around, and told my mum, "I'll go help out that woman.", pointing to across the room. And off she went.

But in the end I won, of course, and got the shittiest foot rub ever. She took my foot and vaguely rubbed it all over. No pressure point pressing, nope nada zilch. Ugh.

- No shopping at all to be had there.
- I'm not too interested in being astounded by magnificent mountains while freezing on the top of one after climbing for an hour up it.

Okay, it just sucks. Kay? Don't go there. Especially not with your naggety aunt who rushes you even though there is twenty minutes left, and lectures you disapprovingly whenever you can't finish the horrible disappointment of a meal.

The only thing I got out of going there is to appreciate HK more, since it's GL is so bad that it can't possibly get any worse.

I miss Singapore. I miss the warmth and being able to wear pretty shorts and tank tops. :(

And I've just realised all my friends are leaving.. And I've been dissing them all along. I don't pay them enough attention, ditch them for my boyfriend.. I only go to them once I have trouble or problems, to bitch to them and beg for advice. And now they're all leaving.. :(

I'm sorry sorry sorry for taking you guys for granted. My wonderful, always-supportive buddies. Remember me when you're gone!

Rebecca, I'm sorry for all the shit I put you through. I have no idea if you even read my blog, but i'm sorry. I've been checking up on you via your blog, you seem to be having fun with Gloria. That's great. And that you're still with Desmond. Alright, perhaps he's changed, perhaps he doesn't hurt you or cause you unhappiness anymore. But I don't know if I'D forgive him for the stuff he did to you. Or how he behaved and acted towards me. Perhaps he's better now. Maybe he only acted like that because of the situation he was in. But hey, how I think of him doesn't matter, really.

I'm just sorry for telling you the last time I saw you, that whatever your decision was, I'd always still be your friend. I'm sorry I didn't mean it, and left you alone to suffer after you bade us to leave your house.

I do miss the shit we did together, and hanging out, spending hours and hours shopping, but buying almost nothing.

Maybe you'll forgive me?

I'm feeling so depressed today.. I wanted to save up all my allowance here to go back and buy my E71, but I spent a huge chunk of it on a Agnes B charm for my charm bracelet, and earrings.. And a designer keychain. Ahha. The designer keychain isn't what you'd expect.. I'll post pics when I get back on the 1st.

But shit, i'm getting further and further away from the $600 needed for my phone-to-be.. :'(

ARGH

:(

2008-11-16T22:05:00.003+08:00

Guess what, people?

I'm in Hong Kong! Wow, gosh, lucky me! :o)

But i'm pretty shitted-out. Because this is "only" my 6th trip here this year.. I don't like it much over here. The people here talk really loudly, and are mostly beastly and rude.

But the one worst thing about HK?

Bryan's not here. :(

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!

If you were here babe, Hong Kong would be infinitely better and wonderful-er.
We would have kissed on the plane upon takeoff and landing, played the stupid games on Kris Flyer Entertainment, and we'd've ordered the different meals to see which is better, and share the better one.

We'd have walked out of the HK airport, expecting cool winter air, but instead get surprised by the humid heat, and we'd laugh at each other bedecked in layers of clothing. We'd mock argue over who would push the luggage-laden trolley (I'd win, of course!), and come to different conclusions over which direction and bus we should take to get home.

We'd make silly remarks over the passing scenery as we rushed by in the right bus, "Oh, look, a chinese person!! I've never seen one of those before!!" and laugh loudly, basking in each other's presence. Then we'd blame each other when we miss our stop.

The next day, we'd go on a trip about HK rural areas like I did, but instead of me being bored to death, which I was, you'd pluck a pretty flower to put into my hair, telling me that it looks beautiful on me, then you'd smile cheekily and ask me, "But do you know what would look best on you?"
I'd know the answer, but I would shrug and pretend I don't know, to which you'd giggle and say, "ME!" then we'd both burst out laughing, and I'd try to put a flower into your short, silky hair just so I could ask the same question. But I wouldn't be able to, then I'd sulk. You'd probably put it into your ear and parade about, asking me if it looked good on you. You'd tell me that you could hear the language of the trees by putting a flower into your ear, and I'd do that, and we'd pretend to talk back to the plants. My ear would probably get stung by a bee in the flower, and you'd laugh till tears ran down your face. But you'd kiss it better after, and put some cream on it for me.

The drive from place to place might take an hour each, but instead of me snoozing alone, uncomfortably in the backseat, we'd take out the maltesers I'd bought in 7-11, and try to toss them into each other's mouths. We'd miss a whole lot on purpose, for the sake of trying to throw them into each other's noses. We'd make a big mess of the car.

Maybe after a while, we'd be exhausted from all the merriment.
I'd lean onto your shoulder, and you'd wriggle your shoulder a bit, and angle it down a little, so it'd be as comfortable- no, more comfortable then my favourite pillow. I'd snuggle more into your shoulder and sigh contentedly. You'd close your sweet eyes, but open them again, to spread out your jacket, warm from your body over me. You'd know that I was cold. I'd smile, and murmur "thank you", and cuddle your arm to me as I leaned my head back onto your shoulder. You'd put your free arm over my back to run your fingers through my hair, and settle it onto my waist, to hug me to you. Then my eyes would slide shut, and just like that, we'd both fall asleep, to dream of flying chocolate balls, laughter and flowers.

*sigh*

I miss you, babe.
I miss you, Bryan.
I miss you, Nommy.
Sweetie pie, honey bun, snuggly wuggly, chocolate puff, nommy wommy.

FREEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!

2008-11-11T23:50:00.001+08:00

YESYESYESYESSSSSS NO MORE PAPERSS!!!!

HURRAAAAAYYYYYYYY!

*Sidenote* Go listen to Freedom by Wham!!
It's awesome, heard it today on 91.3 in the car :D
I'm listening to it right now, in fact. Can anybody send me the mp3 of it?

I went with my wonderful mother for a facial just now at Slimming Sanctuary.
Unbelievably, my first time getting a facial done..

Not exactly what I'd call comfortably relaxing.. Bearable, I suppose..

First they'd just keep putting stuff on my face, aromatherapic oil- wipe, cleansing oil- wipe, facial scrub-wipe..
Slather, wipe, slather, wipe.. My face was totally red and chafed from all the scrubbing, rubbing and wiping.

Then the beautician (beautician? facial-ist? facial therapist?!) put cream-dampened swabs on my eyes, flicked on an excrutiatingly bright light onto my poor sore face, and started squeeze, squeeze, squeezing EVERYWHERE.
Luckily I didn't let her use the needle to lance my black/white/blue/pink/orange/etc. heads out- her hands were painful enough :(

Then after the terrible squeezing, she whipped out a pair of tweezers and started plucking out my stray eyebrow hairs at a eye-watering, lightning-quick speed. Quick it might have been, but IT HURT LIKE HELL. I do it myself, but the pain from DIY-ing couldn't hold a candle to her agony.

Ahhhh, one eye done. I relaxed for a split second, realised the other one hadn't been done yet. Thank god i'd just neatened them a few days ago, or there would have been more stray hairs to rip off my poor brows.. *gulp*

Then more rubbing and wiping, then she brandished a menacing-looking metal stick thing with a rounded end, which supposedly would tighten my pores and reduce sebum production. It was COLD COLD COLD. Considering I was decked out in a paper-thin drawstring robe with only my underwear and FBTs for company, FREEZING, FREEEEZING.

Then she slapped on a thick evil-minty-smelling paste onto my face (haha, that rhymes, right? ..Riiight?) and told me she'd come back for me in twenty minutes, "after the mask absorbs the facial impurities".

It was excrutiatingly minty, I think it was peppermint? And it stung my nose when I tried breathing. So I tried stopping, but it didn't quite work out. *bimbo moment*

And as with all mentholatum products, it started to numb and freeze my face. It was so goddamn cold, I was all but ready to tap out S.O.S on the hollow walls.

I wrinkled my nose, couldn't feel anything. Uh-oh. Fear radiated through me.
Why can't I feel my face moving?!

I gingerly pushed a hand up from my meagre towel-blanket, and felt for my face. OHMYGOD!?
I realised it was the almost 1-inch-thick solidified mask that was stopping my facial expressions from being broadcasted. *squish squish* feels funny. Like rubber.

ARRRRRGHHH, COOOLDDD! When is the beautician coming back to rescue me from my impeding death?!?!? Reinforcements soon arrived to extract my seemingly-soldered-on rubber mask. I could move my face, but the freezing menthol effects lingered. Coldcoldcold.

Slather, wipe. Wipe wipe.
"This is toner." slather.
"This is astringent." splotch.
"This is moisturizer." splat.
"This is sun-tan lotion."
"This is coconut oil."

I'm just kidding about the LAST one. I'm SERIOUS about the other four. My face felt an inch thicker with all the cream on it. And I was done.

Put my clothes back on and hopped back out to the real world, rubbing my goose-pimpled arms and blowing warm breath into my hands to my face.

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, as shiny as a beacon- I could practically see my reflection in my button nose. All tightened and shiny. I touched my face, revelling in the rare smoothness and non-bumpyness. But OUCH. My smooth-ish fingertips felt like sandpaper, rasping across my sensitive, inflamed, pink cheeks.

My mum came out, smiling at me, hair all mussed up, "Did you enjoy your facial?"
I grinned back at her, flinching slightly from the pain of stretching my sore, tight face. "Yeah, loved it!"

the annabelle monster is happy :)

2008-10-04T14:27:00.001+08:00

Went for the graduation yesterday- $45 well spent :D
Thanks babe for not complaining when there weren't any other guys at the table for you to talk to! <33

Now that it's over, we all only have one purpose left in mind, and it starts with an S- studying. Oh dear.

And since i'm most likely taking IB next year, i'm supposed to pick out subjects that i'm taking..
My current subjects: English, chinese, the 2 maths, chemistry and business.

And apparently math is considered one subject, not 2, in IB, i'm only taking 5 subjects, when the minimum number of subjects for IB is 6. So i'm going to have to take info tech, and I have no idea what the hell it is.

Either that, or I have to take up history/geography/economics, none of which I've so much as touched with a barge pole for 2-3 years.

I've been sleeping like crap these few weeks, I haven't been able to even sleep past 12 in the afternoon, regardless of how early or late I fall asleep.. I woke up at ten today. TEN! And I slept at 1+! TEN O CLOCK!? How could this be?! The god of slumber has forsaken me! :'(

I will sleep till at least 12 tomorrow, I SWEAR.

My brother just read what I'd typed from over my shoulder, and told me that if I wanted to go into law, I'd have to take history as a subject. Thank you, Adrian, dear brother, for letting me know 2 years too late. No, i'm just joking, I didn't even know I wanted to take law back then..

I want to go into MARITAL LAW!
Then Bryan'll work as a relationship psychologist, so we'll both make a huge amount of money together :D

Wait, but he doesn't wanna be a shrink anymore.. So I guess we'll figure something else out that'll land us in the moolah.

Nothing much happening at the moment, so no sheer blocks of drama text for my few fair readers, namely Sopisa and Jessica, who actually plough through my entire posts, instead of skipping to the juicy bits. Love you both :D

VERY long post ahead. Read at your own safety.

2008-10-02T23:50:00.001+08:00

Me and Bex made plans the day before yesterday to go out yesterday, in order to find suitable clothing to dress ourselves in for this Friday's graduation dinner. (She was asked along as Andesson's kind-of date)

I planned to buy myself a casual dress, since I've been wanting to for ages, but couldn't, as all the dresses that I'd seen were either frumpy, brain-tumour-inducing, or didn't have my size.

So I met up with Bex at Far East Plaza, where all such shopping misadventures begin, and was introduced to her friend Eve, an at-first rather menacing figure:
a tall girl with bundled-up hair, thick amy winehouse-styled eyeliner drawn across her lids, an eyebrow piercing, and a monroe stud glimmering above her lip. A slightly faded tattoo on her hip peeked from the gap between her white tank top and her black shorts. I felt slightly uneasy, not untypical, how people with piercings and tattoos are stereotyped. But then again, who am I to speak? :o

But as we walked through the shops, hoping for articles of clothing to catch our finicky eyes, me and Eve warmed up to each other, and soon we were cracking retarded jokes and swapping information and gossip about boyfriends and exes and whatnot with Bex.

But, we didn't find anything of interest in Far East, so we decided to "jump ship", as Bex put it, to Wisma Atria, where shops like Forever 21 and Top Shop beckoned.

Nope, nada, zilch. Still nothing. So off we set to Takashimaya, where the only things that were bought were books (Eve bought 2, I bought 1- Brisingr, which I'd been waiting FOREVER for :D) and food at Mos Burger.

So off to Heeren we went.. To Cine.. Then we decided to go to Plaza Sing to redo Bex's phone skin. It sounds like we hopped from place to place in a hasty fashion, but i'm simply too lazy to go into details about what happened where, (not to mention my memory might fail me here) but in actual fact, hours and hours had passed. I'd met Bex and Eve at 3:30, and by the time we'd reached PS, it was edging 9.

We were all drunk as skunks on each other's company, and Eve kept insisting she had a huge man's package, and I challenged her, saying mine was much more adequate than her's.
We pretended to be spasming on the bus from Cineleisure to PS, following Eve's instruction, (if you try to make your middle finger touch your wrist with that hand only, and also try to make your chin touch your chest at the same time, you obviously look damn retarded XD) and also we dared each other to walk up to a male stranger and "recognise" him as a person named John.
Eve attempted it at the Cine bus stop, but she was laughing too hard to make it seem believable, but to our surprise, the lad shouted "HI!" back to us. We all doubled over in laughter, and ran onto the nearest bus in embarassment.

We reached PS, and all shouted "HI JOHN!" to some guy in a group, but we don't think he really realised we were talking to him :(

We went to go look at the G-Mask designs that Bex could put on her phone, but ended up deciding to do it another time, as they closed at 9:30, and didn't want the job on her phone to be rushed and screwed up like the previous time.

We meandered about, and ended up at Action City (thanks to me) and spent a while there while I secretly opened packs of that retarded edamame toy to find the face I wanted, and after a long time of cunning labouring, I bought it, and we decided to set off to Bex's house for a while.

~[Juicy]~

Bex had been talking about her boyfriend, Desmond throughout the day, along with me and Eve.

He SHOUTS at her, treats her as though she has NO FRIENDS, and they have countless arguments over the stupidest, most trifling things. Woaaaah, MEGAAAA DEJA VUUU.

And the worst of all- he has hit her. They were arguing, then Bex finally slapped herself, saying, "yes, it's all my fault okay?!" or something along those lines. Desmond, enraged, asked, "You want someone to slap you!? Fine! I'll do it!" and with that, slapped her thigh with atrocious strength.

I had not seen it, but Eve had, she told me that Bex's thigh had a monstrous, horrifically deep bruise on it, stretching almost from upper thigh to knee.

And apart from that, I did not ask much, but he had thrown her off, or on the bed, I am unsure, but it definitely hurt her.

So, they were on a break at the time. But she said it wasn't JUST because of the abuse, but also because she felt too controlled by him, and seemed to have lost love in him. She with confusion and hurt in her eyes, had asked me how she would know if she loves him or not. My answer came without hesitation, "If you need to THINK about whether you love him or not, you don't." For love, I had learnt, does not go by half measures. You either love someone with ALL your heart, or you do not. If you THINK you love him, it is most likely an infatuation.

Anyways, although they were on their supposed break, he called her constantly, and they still called each other "Bee". Bee as in bay-bee, baby, get it? Whatever.

So she was puzzling over whether she should leave him or not, as they had been together for over a year, and had alot of memories together. They were EXTREMELY comfortable with each other, and he often slept at her house, almost to the extent that they were living together.

But, how could she have been so blind, I do not understand. Or maybe I do. But when the relationship deteriorates to the extent of PHYSICAL abuse, isn't it simply too much!?

Anyways, so we got to her house (called a cab and split the amount- it was past 10, terrible time to be stranded at the taxi-less plaza sing) and scrambled onto her new QUEEN-SIZED bed. That DESMOND HAD PAID FOR. Another thing I don't understand is how she, OR her family, let him pay for the 2k bed. Whatever.

So we were compiling a list of reasons she should break up with that fiend, and she started composing a email to him, as she decided she wouldn't be able to do it over the phone. He called, and SHE PICKED UP, TALKING TO HIM NORMALLY. She told him we were over at her house. She disengaged, and we continued. Me and Eve were a LITTLE stunned by the normality (if that's a word) of her talking to him, and chastised her. We told her not to pick up if he called again.

He messaged, "u better nt let them on the bed. dn u dare let them lie down on it" or something like that. Like, what the hell?! Whatever. She didn't reply. Well, we didn't let her.
After a while, he messaged again, "did u receive my msg?" And again, no reply from Bex.

He called twice, and we didn't let her pick up. Then, she finally decided to end it in the next call- that is, if he calls again. You could tell she hoped he wouldn't. But, Desperate Desmond did not disappoint.

We had her put her phone on loudspeaker. "WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE?!" Me and Eve looked at each other, aghast.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU?!" He shouted.

"Uhh.. two..?" Our previously confident Rebecca meekly replied.
"YAH! WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE AFTER I CALLED SO MANY TIMES?!"
"Umm I left my phone in the room.." Bex looked close to tears.

This tirade went on for a while. Me and Eve jostled her arm, willing her to give that asshole a retort to his ridiculous accusations. At that moment it was "So you're doing things behind me back issit?!" Yeah. I have no idea how it got there.

Eve, frustrated as I was, whispered into Bex's ear. Words to boost her waning confidence, I presume.

I forgot to mention, desmond (who is hereby now desmond, rather than Desmond, as he does NOT deserve to have any honourifics whatsoever, not even the capitalisation at the front of his name.) did not like Eve, he HATED her, due to some reason in the past which I won't mention. But It was HIS fault, not hers.

Anyways, he had heard the muted whispering, and snapped, "tell that stupid bitch to shut up before I slap her fucking face." She started, as though slapped, and half-shouted, "Come la, CB, you think I scared of you issit?!" Her face was suffused with anger.

"Hello?" came desmond's voice. Eve shut up.
"turn off your loudspeaker and tell your friends to shut up." he calmly ordered Bex. Despite our alarmed looks, waving our hands and mouthing "NO", she turned off her loudspeaker. I silently slapped my head in exasperation.

I was on the side which Bex held the phone to, and I could hear what he was saying to her when I moved closer to her. Desmond demanded Bex to "Get HER out of the house". Her meaning Eve, of course.

Bex argued back feebly, asking "why?" to which he replied, "bee, I want her out of the house now. Can you do that?" In a calming, sweet tone, no less.

"what if I don't..?"
"Then you can say goodbye then." he snapped.
Silence.
"So who do you choose?!" He asked, sure that it would be him.

Me and Eve yesssss'd silently, grinning maniacly at each other, and giving Bex the thumbs up and exaggerated nods.

"I choose her." She said.
"Okay. Thank you, Rebecca. Thank you." desmond said, and hung up.

Me and Eve erupted into loud cheers and whoops of laughter, giving each other high-fives and hugs. Then we remembered Bex, who had masacara-coloured tears flooding down her face. We hugged her, congratulated her on finally doing it, and soon, after much jokes insulting that asshole, she was half-sobbing, half-laughing. You didn't think it was possible, but it is.

She was speedily throwing all of his things into large plastic bags, sobbing that she wanted his stuff out. We helped to round up his stuff. "This must be his," I'd say, picking up a pair of panties fallen onto the floor. Or a discarded bra on the table. Or an eyelash curler on her shelf with all her makeup. "That's for kiapping his curly pubic hairs," Eve giggled. We all burst into laughter.

I changed out of my clingy, two-layered beloved Armani top, into one of Bex's old T-shirts, to haul the rubbish down her stairs to dump outside her house's gate. Bex herself didn't go down, in case desmond came, as she didn't want to see him. So me, Eve, and Ria, Bex's maid, carted all the junk down. There was a LOT of shit. He seriously practically lived there. He had his cologne, deodorant, clothings, underwear, EVERYTHING there.

After we finally trooped back up to Bex's room, there were missed calls from that asshole on her phone's screen. He called again, and Bex asked me to pick up, saying i'm the "nicest" in comparison with Eve, haha.

I asked him what he wanted.
"I want to talk to Rebecca." He answered.
"Well, she doesn't exactly want to talk to you right now" I told him, a measure of sarcasm entering my voice.
"Is it your stuff you want?" I asked, before he could answer.
A brief pause, before he answered yes.
"It's all outside at the gate now." I said, petulant.
"Okay. I'm coming over now." He replied, and hung up.

"He's coming over now-" I announced.
"Shit" said Bex, and we made her wash her mascara-streaked face.
Bex then went to tell her father what had transpired. Her father is useless, all "oh dear" and whatnot.

Me and Eve told Ria NOT, NOTNOTNOT to let desmond into the house, "No matter what!"
And she agreed.

We were sneaking peeks out her window, excitedly waiting for him to come (well, just me and Eve, I think Bex wasn't too thrilled.) while Bex threw up into her rubbish bin. I tied up her hair with my scrunchie so it wouldn't get puke in it.

And then someone knocked on the door, presumably Ria. Then the person came in, it was HIM.
I was sitting in Bex's chair next to the door, and started when I saw him.
"Hi, you must be Annabelle?" He asked "politely", holding out his hand.
"Yep" I flashed a thin and fake smile at him, and took his profferred hand. Cold and clammy. Ew.

"Can me and Becky have a moment?" He asked.
Me and Eve had no choice but to leave the room. I flashed him a look that said, "you'd better not lay a fucking hand on her" and we sat outside, dangling our legs through the banister railing.

We bitched about him for a while, and tried to listen to whatever was happening in the room. We could only hear occasional sniffs and coughs and throat-clearing.

We were damn hungry, because by that time, it was already past past midnight, and the last thing we had to eat was Mos Burger. So we asked Ria if she could make us instant noodles, since we were going to be waiting there for so long.

And asked her who let him in. Did he have his own key? Nope, Bex's FATHER let him in. WHAT THE HELL?!

We waited somemore. I couldn't take it any longer, and edged outside the door, cocking an ear to it. I heard some mumblings, then SUDDENLY the door opened. Thank god i scooted back to my original place in time. I got such a shock.

The fiend walked out, a little smug smile on his disgusting face.
"Please take your stuff and leave." He said.

"ExCUSE me?" I asked.
"Take your things, and get out of the house." He enunciated every word as though we were retarded.
"This isn't your house. You don't have the right to order us out of HER house." I said through clenched teeth. I was fucking pissed.
"Are you going to get your things out, or shall I?" He cocked his head to one side, smiling condescendingly.

Me and Eve went into the room. Bex was huddled up, totally covered under her blanket on the bed. We stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the lump of blanket.
desmond pulled a little of the blanket off her head, and put his hand on her shoulder, gentleness that was so obviously feigned. "Bee," he quietly said to Bex.

She reluctantly rolled over. Her tear-stained face betrayed that she had been crying again.

desmond went and sat in my recently-vacated chair by the door, sitting casually with his legs opened, leaning back into the chair.

"Bee, tell them what you want them to do," he drawled.
A pause, and some indecipherable mumbling from her.

"Bee, do you want them to stay here or leave?"

"uhidontknow.."

"Look at them, bee, they're poisoning you," What the FUCK!?

"So what do you want them to do?"

After a long pause:

"you guys can go.." She peered at us with her red eyes.

I felt betrayed.

We took our bags, walked out, then I remembered something, walked back, and told her, "I'll just give you your shirt back on friday when I meet you, yeah?"

She nodded her head, and I turned to leave.
"Go to the toilet and change now." That fucker dares to order me like that?!

I spun around, anger bubbling up in me again.
"It's her shirt. Not yours. And I WILL be meeting her this friday, won't I?" I glared at him, daring him to answer.

"Maybe," He smirked at me.
"Oh, so you're going to kill her, hmm?" I said, mustering as much sarcasm into the sentence as I could.
"Maybe," He repeated again, his smirk growing.

"Oh, suck on my TWENTY INCH DICK!" Eve said to him, and we left.

We got downstairs, loudly bitching about him, hoping he would hear. Then we remembered our noodles. We were asking each other if we should still stay, because we were damn starved.

Her father was watching TV, as though nothing had just happened upstairs, and he looked up, hearing our loud insults, "what a dick," Eve said. "Nope, he doesn't HAVE ONE," I replied, projecting my voice upstairs.

Her father gave us all the shit like, "This is between him and Becky, don't try and sway her to make a decision on impulse," and all that. I felt like screaming at him, "DID YOU KNOW THAT MAN (he's 22) YOU LET IN HAS HURT YOUR DAUGHTER PHYSICALLY?! HE HAS HIT HER AND CAUSED HER PAIN!" But I didn't, as I had known him since primary school, as me and Bex were best friends back then.

"You can stay here, and, and eat your noodles, then you can go home." He said, not unkindly.
We agreed, since we were so hungry. THEY came down, and Bex mumbled, "uhh, can you give me my shirt back..?" I didn't even look at her when I said, "Oh, on the orders of your master?" and I walked off to the kitchen toilet to change out of the shirt.

When I walked out, that asshole had our noodles on the kitchen counter. Eve stood next to him, "that is OUR food. Don't FUCKING TOUCH IT." She tried to pull his arm, but he just shoved her away roughly, and poured our noodles down the sink. He then walked back out to the living room.

I was FUCKING pissed by then, but I controlled it a little since Bex's father was there. I flung the shirt into his face, hissing, "Take your FUCKING shirt."

And you know what that asshole did? He slapped the shirt at my back, HARD, as I turned to the table.

Eve instantly reared up to my defense, I love you, babe.
She stuck her face up to his (she IS tall) and shouted, "Don't you dare FUCKING TOUCH HER!" and screamed a line of obscenities at his disgusting face. Her fist was clenched and trembling, I knew she would have really punched him if not for Bex's father's presence.

Have I mentioned, that this whole time, that useless shit was sitting in his sofa, not even moving an inch while this whole scene was playing out?

desmond calmly said, to Eve's enraged face, "get out." meaning both of us, not just her of course.

"You don't need to ask. We're fucking leaving." I grabbed my bag. On the way out, Bex's father was still giving us shit, "no need to wind everybody up like that," AS THOUGH IT WAS OUR FAULT?! FUCK HIM!

And it took every ounce of my self control to say, "yes uncle" as bex's master opened the gate.

Before we even had the time to walk out, he closed the gate.
The gate was closing, and I was just so pissed that I shoved the puny gate back open, and we walked through.

We screamed abuse, as loud as we could, as we walked out.

If you are reading this, which you probably will eventually: I have nothing to opinionate about you.
We tried our best to talk some sense into you, and we were so proud of you when you did it. But you simply unravelled all of our efforts, letting that abusive fiend control you so easily, a puppet and dog that cowers from it's master but yet still dotes on his every whim. Is he really more important then us, your friends, who will never cause you intentional pain?
I can only wish that you will manage to escape this poisonous relationship, whatever it is between the two of you, before you are dead, or gravely injured, physically or otherwise.

I wish you all the luck in the world.

annabelle the impulse monster!

2008-09-27T23:29:00.002+08:00

I should really try to write shorter posts, else no one'd bother to read anymore.. Hell, I don't even know if anyone's reading now. So I might as well be talking to the wall.. :(

Yesterday.. Hmm..

Bryan inequitably got my gorgeous iPod confiscated. Let's take a look at what happened:

We were having SST, with Ms. Siew in charge. The lights were not turned on, meaning that attempting to work would not yield satisfactory results. So, we were pretty much just relaxing, chattering amongst ourselves..

So Bryan borrowed my iPod, I guess since he wasn't feeling well enough to actively participate in an intellectual conversation, which is mostly the case with me :P

Mr. John then suddenly decided to make an appearance in our classroom as he walked past, and immediately motioned to Bryan to hand him my iPod. And just as abruptly as he'd arrived, he left.

What's wrong with that? You may ask.
Well, at least 6 other students were BLATANTLY listening to audio devices as well, such as Buan Tong, Felicia, and that weird Korean kid.

Bryan was, needless to say, livid.
He tried talking to Mr. John, but knowing our dear hot-headed Arien boy, as well as Mr. John's obstinacy when it comes to admitting to error, nothing productive occurred as a result.

And Mr. Tan, cheerfully voiced his opinion to Bryan immediately after the dispute, "Don't get your balls squeezed before I leave," motioning the action with his hands "only five more days-"

Bryan stormed off, incensed.

After 2 classes, I made my way to the staffroom to explain the situation to Mr. John.
His reaction: "Hoh, I don't care," he shook his head, amused.
"How many toymes have oi taken fings off Seetoh? Oi'm just toired, mahn."
"So when do you intend to return it? Actually, if it makes any difference, it's mine, not his." I told him, hopefully.
"When oi feel loike it." He replied.

Oh, pooh. :(

Drum class was the shites yesterday, we had to do speed training.. So no nice rhythms, just some bars that were not unlike that of a marching band snare drum. I don't think my first OR second impression of book 2 are very optimistic. And it didn't exactly help much that me and Bryan were having a little lover's tiff.

So afterwards, I went to go fix the expanses of crystal-less space on my phone, and while waiting, I went downstairs to look at fish.

On the whim of emotional impulse, I bought myself a fish. A fighting fish, to be exact.

It's gorgeous- a blue body with a long red tendril-ly tail, with little streaks of blue.

I wanted to get a delicate glass container to put it into, but instead got a dinky plastic container, like those used to keep turtles in, taking the salesman's advice.

I'd told him I had two playful cats living mostly in my room, which is where I wanted to house the fish as well.
He said I could wrap some gauze on the top of the open-mouthed glass container, which they also "happened to" stock. He took out a sheet of it and folded it over, which I gently scratched with my fingernail. To my horror, the hole in the gauze simply widened, and didn't bounce back to it's original shape.

So dinky plastic cage it is. The cover's black, and the gravel I picked also happens to be black, so Reeve seems pretty emo swimming around in it. But he really likes the little plastic plant I bought for him, which adds a little colour to the otherwise gloomy tank. I'm gonna buy some rainbow-coloured gravel to mix a little with the black, so it'll look brighter.. :D

Ah, yes, I named the fish Reeve. Because his tail looks like a colourful coral frond, hence "Reef", which became Reeve. And it's a he, anyways.

And he's only been here a day, and he's already making a bubble nest, which is what all male Betta's do periodically, when they feel that conditions are right. The bubble nest is created to actually put the eggs in- provided, that is, if there are any. So I guess he's.. happy? Accustomed to his new home.

But I actually feel kinda bad for him >< I mean, he's all ready to entwine with some fishy chick, with the nest and all, but there IS no fishy chick. So he's readying all of this for nothing. :(

And last night, fearing for Reeve's life, his tank was placed on my bed-side table. I didn't sleep too well, as I kept having to push Fifi off the bed, and she was determined to lie on my spare pillow, watching Reeve swimming about through slitted eyes, and slyly batting the tank when she thinks i'm not looking.

And today I went to Sushi Tei in Taka for dinner, it just got renovated, but I think it looked better before. I didn't have much of an appetite, so I only drank some soup and ate some salmon sashimi.

Oh, and those beautiful Gucci pumps were from LAST SEASON, so they AREN'T STOCKED ANYMORE. And I was going to get them TODAY.

ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warning: LONG post ahead. Read at your own risk..

2008-09-25T23:46:00.001+08:00

I'm extraordinarily dissatisfied and frustrated and very let-down with my english results, which were released today.. :(

I was over-confident, and as Mr. John aptly explained to the class, complacent about my skills. (No, it wasn't just me, he was talking about other students too!) But I simply can't get my head around such a dismal score.

But I am pretty happy with the score of my essay though. I really put my heart and soul into writing it. The one about learning that some things are more important than money?

I wrote about Cassie's death, seeing as she had passed away the day before the examination, and the feelings were all still fresh and raw in my mind.

I was so caught up in spilling out my emotions, that towards the end, I actually nearly started crying. My eyes were actually tearing up, and I was so embarrassed in case anyone was to see.
Yes, i'm such a wuss. :(

Then after re-reading it today, I actually realised that it was shoddily written. No flowery vocabulary was employed, and the sentences were blunt and not well-articulated at all.

But upon passing me my paper, Mr John commented that my essay was one of the best in class. I am not saying this to boast, in fact i'm rather confused as to why my crappily-written sob story got such a high mark.

I suppose the sheer emotion that I forced into the paper was somehow felt and picked up by him, and he somehow felt what I was really trying to say. Okay, that last sentence was total rubbish, I don't know why I typed that. And oh shit, I wanted to write the ending paragraph to my essay here, because it was the only good bit, but I've tried so many times, but the exact words keep slipping my memory, and my efforts so far to replicate it have been pretty bad..

Well, if we ever get our papers back I'll write it here..

So anyhow, after he (thankfully) collected the papers back, Mr. John set us an assignment to work on for the rest of the lesson: my least favourite section of the paper- describing how words/ phrases/ sentences are used, and to what effect/ impact the writer uses them.

So, annabelle, how do you FEEL about the phrase "the west blazing scarlet and gold"?!??!?!?
Uhh.. It makes me feel.. Uhh.. Hungry? *stomach rumble*
So Jessica agreed to accompany me to eat my beloved SHANG HAI NOODLES!! :D I love you!!

Poor Bryan wasn't feeling well and'd caught a terrible bug the previous day, and he'd been in a stupor practically the entire day with an almost-fever, so he went off home.. :(

Ahh.. Shanghai noodles.. I love my shanghai noodles.. And my lovely, lovely sliced-fish noodles even more :D
So I slowly enjoyed my noodles (even Jessica ate a little faster than me), relishing every perfectly seasoned (annabelle's secret: a round of soya sauce, garlic and half a dollop of chili) bite,
in serious, philosophical discussions with Jessica regarding grave, important matters that is most certainly too deep for any normal human to understand at all. *giggle*

And suddenly, I suddenly felt the frenzying (yes, it is a word, I checked it.) urge to bake home-made cookies. Actually it started halfway through English class, but it worsened through lunch.

I'd asked Jessica whether we could make cookies, and she immediately agreed. So I asked her to give her mum a ring to ask her for permission, then her face clouded with slight confusion, and she asked, "you mean we're not going to YOUR place to bake them?"

So, it turns out her newly-renovated house doesn't have an oven yet :'(
So, caught up in my sudden impulse, I asked every single person whose house I'd be willing to go to if they had an oven. They were all either spoilt, or the person didn't bake, or they only had a microwave-oven. (which does not at all function as an oven, because we can't use it to bake. It DOES NOT deserve to be called a microwave-OVEN.)

Nevertheless, (I don't know why, everytime I say or write this, I can't help but to remember the way Mr. Tan says it, "nevuh-thuh-lhuss") I still decide to go to Jessica's house in the end "to do our english presentation". And plus, I wanted to check out her newly-done house, and visit her lovable cats :D

So off we went :)

Cats come first, so here we go-
Cam is as adorable as ever and he's gained LOADS of weight although you can't really tell, but he feels ALOT heavier. I suppose it is muscle, since muscle IS heavier than fat..
Claire, grown-up, now looks like a exotic princess, albeit a slightly arrogant one.

I'm so jealous, I wish my cats'd let me carry and cuddle them for as long as Cam does :D

But since now they're being kept in the library/attic, with glaring sunlight radiating through the many windows and only a meagre fan to keep them from overheating, the poor things are shedding so much fur.. It got EVERYWHERE. If you carry Cam for a few moments and put him down, your arms are sure to be coated in his soft white fur, I kid you not.

Jessica ended up with a single furry mammary thanks to Claire.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH :D

Okay, house now.
I'm not much of a house person, but her house is spectacular.
It's all posh and modern, with chrome and glass and whiteness everywhere, although it's still undergoing renovation, it doesn't fail to impress.

She's going to have a JACUZZI in her basement. That fits 6-8 people. SIX TO EIGHT!! PEOPLE!!
The master bedroom is HUGE. HUUUUGEE. The toilet of the master bedroom is AT LEAST the size of my tiny, meagre room. And the room has a GINORMOUS walk-in closet!
But unbelievably, Jessica's father's clothings takes up the whole of the huge walk-in closet, while her mother makes use of a few wardrobes around the side of the room.

Jessica herself even has a mini walk-in closet that leads to her toilet, which is utterly awesome.

Alright, enough for today. I solemnly swear I will blog at least once in 2 days, in order to improve my english, and manage my emotions. Blogging makes me feel happier. And I find that whatever I was previously unhappy about, I can't seem to remember it anymore.. Lucky I've the memory span of a goldfish.. Bloop bloop..

annabelle's back again! :)

2008-09-24T17:04:00.001+08:00

I've started up my blog again mostly because the quality of my written english has been dropping since I haven't really been writing much recently. (Not to mention the fact that 90% of my recently-read material is chick-lit.)

So anyhow, I have re-done my blog once again, as I always do each time I make the grand decision of booting it up again.

It's a different url now, but (unfortunately) all of my archives and old posts are still here, for the sake of nostalgia.. Yes, I DO know I can take it off, but I can't really be half-assed to do it, after staring, eyes glazed over, upon rows and rows, line after line of Hyper Text Markup Language (HTML) gibberish.

And no tagboard this time for my revamped blog, since I personally find it pretty depressing when people stop tagging, or worse still, don't tag at all, which is pretty much what happened with my older blog.

But, if you insist on pressing your opinions onto me, there IS a link at the bottom of each post ( - souls eaten) that you can tap out your innermost thoughts to me. And i'm even nice enough so you can actually post anonymously, and the best part, is that I can't track your IP address through it.
Somehow, Blogger really means it when they say comments are made anonymously.
Which means you can post your name as Bryan Seetoh and pretend to break up with me, and other such merry hijinks, what fun!

But I will be leniently moderating, so anything that makes me too unhappy in any way will be taken off. :D

Hokay, high time I updated about what's been happening in my life..

The whole gossip thing has finally come to a finish, so let's just NOT bring it up anymore, and let everything die down on it's own.

And uhm, whoever you are out there, if you're still spreading old news..?

Get a fucking life, 'cos I know you're so jealous of mine, so you can't bear to talk about your own. TEEHEE :D

My life should be documented, I swear it'd make a mint like those Korean drama serials that's all the rage as of recent.

I'm sorry I can't entertain you with drawings or jaw-dropping poems, but I might be possibly starting up a youtube account as a musician, which might possibly hold your attention a little longer.

I'll keep you updated. *Talks to the wall*

This is all about ME :D

2007-10-27T23:18:00.001+08:00

Hrmm. Hello. Does this font make me look fat?

*ahem* okay. You must be here either because
a) You're hopelessly in love with me, and saw my note on friendster/ facebook that if you want to know more about me, you come HERE, so you can dig up a wealth of information that you can use to woo me into falling in love with you.

b) You came here to check up on my latest blog. You're a few months overdue.

Okay, let's get started.

Okay people, I really loathe re-writing my “about me” space, and I always write the same things time and time again, just subtly rephrased, so I’ll just put my basic traits down nice and clear for you. If you just want the succinct summary of me, just note the phrases and words in bold.

I’m sarcastic, and I love every moment of it. It’s perfect under any circumstances, (Alright, I stand corrected. It doesn’t help when I’m being screwed over by teachers/ parents. Happy now?) it helps break up the ice when I meet new people, it cheers people up when they’re down- hell, it keeps me sane when I feel like crap.

I’m critical, so if you ever ask for my “honest opinion” on something, you get it. (Most of the time. Refer to bottom few sentences for clarification.) I might sugarcoat my words a bit, but you’ll still get the gist of what i‘m trying to say. But please, don’t get me wrong, when I criticize, it’s not because I hate you and wanna embarrass you, or because I think I’m perfect and so have the right to tell you that you’re not, (as awesome as I seem.. HAHAHHA) in fact, if you pay close attention to me, I criticize myself above all other things. I’m a true blue pessimist when it comes to myself. But I digress, I criticize because, well, it means that you have the potential to improve. Also, I criticize only if I know you can bear it. I’m not as heartless as you make me out to be. (E.g If a friend of mine who just broke up with her boyfriend comes to me asking what she ever did wrong, I wouldn’t actually TELL HER. What kind of person do you take me for!?)

Solids, liquids and gases. I’m a gas.

I’m as random as hell, I swap over to become a solid or liquid whenever the fancy takes me, and I explode really easily. (ONCE AGAIN, I stand corrected- not all gases explode, but shut up, this is just theory.)

I love arguments (friendly ones) and I won’t stop till I know I’ve won.

I’m a textbook romantic. (Here’s a guide, going out to anyone who fits the specifications.) I’m a sucker for flowers, I get weak at the knees if you put your arms around me, look in my eyes and tell me you love me. Candle-lit dinners- some may call it overrated, I call it romantic. Dare to ask to go dutch on a date? You can kiss your tight, scroogy ass goodbye. I cry at chick-flicks, I’d kill for long hugs and kisses, I love sweet surprises (A message simply saying, “Just messaging you to tell you how much I miss you” would suffice.. :D) And sincerity goes a looong way. When you say I love you, mean it. I go, “Awww” when I see a close couple, and smile in jealousy. I think it’s wonderful when guys take the initiative in a relationship, it makes the girl feel safe and secure with you.. I could go on forever, but I’m pretty sure I’m boring you. Moving on..

OKAY! That’s most of me. Now here’s some random nuggets. (Nuggets of what? What a stupid phrase.)

-If I fancy you, you’ll know it. I suck at hiding things.

-I suck at playing hard to get, too.

-Sometimes I look in my wallet and wonder where all the money went.

-I’ve made bigger plans on what I’m going to do with my hair when it grows long, then where and what I’m going to do in the future.

-Red hair dye makes me cry. It’s the most beautiful, shimmery, eye-catching, alluring hair colour, but it turns the most disgusting shade of orange after 2 weeks. Carrots. Have I mentioned I don’t like carrots?

-I’m a CAT LOVER, not a dog lover. Deal with it.

-I’m a routine person. (E.g whenever I go to a restauraunt, I always order the same thing for months, maybe more, without variation, till I get sick of it, after which I find something else to order. Rinse and repeat.)

-I’m a messy messy person. My room will turn into a dump, and remain that way for a few weeks, and when I get into the mood, I’ll clean up the room, leaving it spotless and beautiful.. Then after a day it goes back to normal.

-I believe teachers have the ability to drastically improve, or worsen a student. It does not all depend on the student.

-I cannot stand lians and bengs.

-I have a personal food table, at the foot of my bed. It ALWAYS has food on it, changing according to personal preference. It may/ may not contain the following: Chips (salt and vinegar ONLY!), chocolate (Only the best milk chocolate :D), strawberry chunk pockies (You know, those biscuit stick things?) Pepperridge cookies (Macadamia nut & white chocolate!), chocolate crepes, beef sticks.. God, I’m feeling gnaw-ish. I’m the envy of anyone who lays their eyes on my sacred food table.

-I seem to be getting fat. I wonder why? Must be stress. XD

-My accent IS NOT FAKE, I AM NOT TRYING TO BE A POSER!

-One of these days, I want to try breathing helium, to see what it sounds like.

-I look for long, real relationships. Not flings. I don’t know how people go in and out of relationships without any repercussions.

-I stutter when I’m nervous.

-I hate it when I blush. I never blush when I WANT to, I ALWAYS blush when I DON’T WANT to.

-I’m a great liar, except when I get caught flushing. Which is rarely. See point above. :P

-Unlike many girls, I’m not a camwhore. (Probably due to the problem of looking like crap in most of my pictures)

-I have 4 cats and one dog, I love my two cats, Abira & Saphira.(The other two are family cats, so I’m not allowed to love them any more then my family members do. Sharing the love, you see.) If you’ve seen my friendster pictures, you should know who they are. :D I’m sorry dog-lovers, but I don’t like my dog. It’s smelly, drooly, ancient, and only likes you if you have, or smell like food.

-I give my all in relationships.

-When I say things, I mean them. (With the exception of lying, refer to point “I’m a great liar :P”)

-I love love love singing. But for some reason, most microphones make me sound reallllyyy bad, and echo-y. :’(

-I’m a major pig when it comes to sleep. During the holidays or weekend, I always take the opportunity to sleep till 2 if I can. Usually I wake up at 10 to my cats jumping on my face/biting my toes, shoo them off the bed, and drift back off into dreamland.

-Ooh,ooh, this you have got to know. I taught my cats (well, cat. Only fifi.) to play FETCH! Yes, you heard- saw right, FETCH. I throw the paper-ball/felt mouse/whatever takes their fancy, fifi dashes to get it, bites it firmly, brings it back to me, drops it, then looks at me expectedly. Isn’t that WAY cool!? :D

-I’m in love with love.

I don’t like carrots. Have I said this before??

I don’t like mutton either. Mutton is the same as lamb. I don’t like lamb. It tastes muttonicky.

-I can’t believe how much crap I wrote about myself.

-I can’t tell you so much or there’ll be no point in getting to know me.

2007-06-06T06:15:00.000+08:00

Make a guess why i'm up at this unbelievable time.

Yup, i'm leavin >:(

BYE EVERYBODY

T-T

BE BACK ON THE THIRD JULY, IF I CAN'T GET THE WAITLISTED SEATS TO GET BACK BEFORE SCHOOL.

...Shit I think i' m gonna miss Racial Harmony Day :'(

2007-06-05T15:09:00.000+08:00

HAHA I'M BLOGGING I'M BLOGGING!!!!!!

Just a note to everyone, i'mma leaving to America this wednesday- till about the 3rd July.

I'm supposed to be back before school starts, but then there aren't any seats left. So i'm being waitlisted. Sucks dunnit?

NO BLOGGING FOR A MONTH!!!! WOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Sorry you won't have any interesting, intelligent, irresistible, inspirational reading material (Try saying that 3 times fast :S) for a whole month.

Anyhow, I just finished decluttering my room- namely the corner of my room in which all the stuff I don't want/ need has been chucked. Feels great!

And it was fair cleaning, too. I picked out all the stuff I still have use for, and give the rest to my mum, and she puts them into bags to haul off. :P

And now my room's all nice and tidy. Previously, my parents would constantly chide me for not tidying up my room, and even after tidying and neatening everything I could, and after bragging to them that I tidied my room up, they would come in, and ask me in a puzzled tone, "Why is your room still so messy?!" And bemused, I would question them, "Which part of my room is untidy??" And they would gaze about for a while, before pinpointing, "That corner."

"But you ASKED me to put all my stuff that I didn't want there!"
"I did?"
"Yes, you did."
"When?"
"Hmm.. Only about.. 2 years ago?"
"Really??"
"....Yes."

Okay.. Sorry. I was just happy about getting rid of all that junk.

You know, sometimes I'd realise I was missing something, and i'd have to go through that pile in case the part-time helper might have chucked it there, (Like she always does) and you know, keychains, low-quality jewelry, old toys, after years, they seem to aquire a curious patina of.. Sticky rustyness? Just ickygrittybittygooeyness. And everytime you touch it, you'd recoil and rub your fingers together, "What the hell did I just touch?! UGGHHH!"

Mmmhmm..

Oh yes, does anyone here play FF III on DS?!
I'm STUCK. I can't beat Medusa at the top of Owen tower. ><

Okay, if you people are good, i'll come back tomorrow to blog before I leave. :)

2007-06-02T12:45:00.000+08:00

HELLO EVERYBODY! :D

:D

:D

I decided to kill my blog off since it appeared no one was reading.

But after coming back to my dead blog after a few.. Weeks? Months?
Three new readers have been added :P

Yes, you, you and you.
Since I discovered Mr tan, my wonderful wonderful chemistry teacher has decided to risk his sanity by reading my blog (god knows how he got hold of the link =-=), and Victoria, one of my my primary school year 1/2 best babefriend, as well as Benjamin (The water-polo dude, as a small handful of you know him by, and to the rest, a dude from HCI. Not one of the jerk ones, all of you put down your painful-looking objects, NOW. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. XD)

Anyhow, what were the highlights of my recent months/ days that I've missed? You may ask?

Well..

I had to perform for Earth day, and I thought some other guys were performing, but my teacher happily informed me that I'd be the only one performing. As if I wasn't freaked-out enough. And you wanna know how bad it was? Most of you should know that my singing's not half bad. (I don't mean to boast, sorry if you're taking it the wrong way.)

Most of the teachers were like, "Good EFFORT- it must have taken alot of guts to get up there and sing." or, "Great try," Stuff like that. Because

1. The MPH was deathly freezing. I was surprised I hadn't morphed into a walking human popsicle. And needless to say, you should know how the cold adversely affects your throat- therefore affecting your vocals. HA.

2. Heyhey! The song was HIGH. HIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH. That's a reason too aiight!? and

3. I can't think up anymore excuses, but how about you do all of us a favour and come up with them yourself, then think to yourself, "oh, poor Annabelle, I think i'll give her 10 bucks since she's such a nice girl." Aye? :D

I TOPPED MY CLASS -well, band. But class sounds much more.. big, don't you think? FOR CHINESE. YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT. ANNABELLE IP, WHO HAS BEEN PREVIOUSLY FLUNKING HER CHINESE LANGUAGE TESTS WITH FLYING COLOURS, HAS BEAT HER ENTIRE CLASS -again, debateable. Class, band, it's all the same. IN CHINESE. YEAAAHA! And the best thing? I DIDN'T STUDY FOR IT!!!!!! (Or cheat, if that's what you, mean evil assholish person, had in mind.) Please, please, ladies and gentlemen, there's no need to cry. XD

My oh-so-dear other half took it upon himself to bear the responsibility of borrowing my gameboy DS, and well.. To cut the story short, he sat on it, it cracked. =-=

So after much much much begging, pleading and bargaining, I got my mum to buy me a DS LITE. :P (Okay, fine, it was my christmas present. In June.) And along with it bought Final Fantasy III. (I've been lusting after it ever since it came out :D) And i've been playing it non-stop.

That's the most important bits of what you've missed. Along with the typical practically-daily arguments/ shouting matches/ swearing matches (Cross out as needed) with my other half, which are just normal events, that's about it.

Morning song stuck in my skull (9am to app. 1pm) : The annoying spelling bit of Glamourous, By Fergie. "G, L, A, M.. O, R, O U S." =-= Was nearly driven crazy.

Afternoon song stuck in head (2pm to 6pm) : Candyman, Christina aguilera- "He's the one-stop shop, makes the panties drop, he's a sweet talking sugar-coated candyman." Was almost driven up the wall.

Evening song stuck in head ( 6pm to present) : The pancake song. "I wanna eat pancakes- because they are so very tasty." Wondered what were the voices in my head, and went insane. XD You can find the song on youtube by typing "Pancake", if i'm not wrong. Just don't blame me if they come for you too. *Dark look*

Oh yes, one last thing. Tomorrow's TEEN ICON's auditions, and I'll be participating. I'll be singing either So sick/ only hope/ irreplaceable. Need all the luck I can get. Well, not really. But it's nice to feel loved. XD

If you people are nice i'll get you guys tickets! Tag me if you're free and caring enough to come support me :P

And if you want more updates, keep the tags flowing, too! YEAH! :D :D :D

2007-04-06T13:23:00.000+08:00

Hummmmmmmmmmmmmm. Today was a great day (meaning me and my other half did not argue........much........ today)

Today was International Friendship Day, and my school held a mini- fair.
The stalls were crap, to be nice.
I spent most of my money playing tennis on the Wii. I played against people, and we all made a deal. Loser pays for the game, winner gets off scot-free. I was doing fine, till Sang Hyun came along. I lost to him thrice. GRRRRRRRRRR!!!

Then stupid Ryan made me use the faulty controller (which had been dropped by Tinolicious) so I couldn't hit properly. And I lost. Just how sad is that?!

I constantly went back to accompany my dearest (No in-your-face sarcasm this time 'round) other half, who was stuck having to collect coupons in the Winning 11 room (that's the name of the game. Some stupid brainless soccer thing. If you win the game 7 times in succession, you get $50 cash. Needless to say, nobody won it.)

I ran out of coupons, and just holed up playing final fantasy on my DS. I was leaning on Lz's shoulder for sake of comfort and head support. Madam Ong came in, and saw us, and screeched, "OI!" and I hurriedly retracted my head back to my seat. Surprisingly, she didn't do anything else to us, and just left the classroom. Lz got uneasy. First he was just muttering "shit.....mrmewrbhjfbmmrrrmmmrshgh" to himself, and I thought nothing of it.. Then Arda, who was next to us, explained, "Madam Ong was pissed with him for yesterday, so her seeing you guys like that will add to make her even more pissed."

The Hulk shouted, "FUCK!" got up, kicked a chair (obviously, an empty chair. Why would he kick a chair with a person on it?) so hard that it flew up in the air (obviously, not very high, he's not THAT strong. And plus, it might have landed on someone.) before coming back to the ground with a loud "BANG". And he stomped out of the class, unhappy. And we all know what happens when he's unhappy- he turns into the hulk. Angry, ANGRY Hulk. With a capital H.
slamming the door so hard that the noise resounded mightily around the classroom. (and our ears)

"Baby needs anger management, doesn't he?" I sweetly sarcasticated. (Yes, sarcasticated is a word on http://www.urbandictionary.com/ , so it's a word. :))

Okay, basically, yesterday, Liang Zhi was placed "IN CHARGE" of the year 5s putting up their decorations and etc in preparation for the IFD the next day. Then, they ran out of things to do, and Madam Ong had already left, so what else was there to do other then to leave? So he and the others all left. And Madam Ong got extremely narked with him, because he was supposed to be making sure they do not leave, And dubbed him "IRRESPONSIBLE".

But dude, what the fuck? They already had nothing to do, and what, you expect them to stay overnight so they can wait for you to get back before they can leave? Stupid unintelligent git.

Anyways, I went around with Philip looking for him. I lost Philip, so I went back to the class to take my and the Hulk's bags, (Matching green crumplers, if you didn't know.) then reported to the MPH. I didn't have anyone to talk to, so I went out again in search of the mighty Hulk.

Arda was walking with him, and I quietly asked Arda, "What's happening??" He shrugged. The hulk did not seem to be taking any notice of me, and walked to the classroom, to get his bag.

"I already took your bag!" I hollered. He didn't take notice. He came out of the classroom about to complain that his bag had disappeared. I cut in sharply, "I SAID, I already took your bag. Are you DEAF?!"

"Later i'm not going out with you. I'm going home. Go home yourself."

We went back the the MPH, and I passed him his bag. Not a word of thanks. Ohhh well. I asked him what was wrong. He ignored my question. "Nevermind," I sighed. "I'm supposedly your girlfriend, but you never tell me anything." I added, bitterly.

After we were released, I waited for him to come out, waiting for him at the bench/ little round table.

After not too long, he called. "Where are you?"
"Benches outside MPH. We're not going out right? So i'll just walk home now."
"Nonono. We will go out. I'm in the canteen now, can you come down?"

Ryan placed a balloon on the floor, and put his foot on it. It was obvious what he was going to do.

Before I continue, to aid your confusion, I am really, really, afraid of balloons. I've honestly got a phobia of them. Sounds ridiculous, but I SWEAR TO GOD, it's true.

I covered my ears with one hand and a phone.
"BANG!"
"Oh my godd.." I moaned.

"BANG!"
"BANG!"
Ryan bursted a few at a time. Tears started welling up in my eyes.

Anasha saw me, "Oh my god, annabelle.. I forgot you're afraid of them...."
She sat beside my and hugged me to her.

"STOP BURSTING THEM!!!!" She was shrieking to Ryan. He didn't seem to notice, or pretended not to.

Other people joined in the balloon bursting.
My phone lay abandoned on my lap, both my hands covering my ears in an attempt to block out the terrible noise..
And the tears were running hell-for-leather down my face, streaming from my tightly-shut eyes.
Silent sobs could be seen from my jerking shoulders.

Finally, the fucking sound stopped.
I looked around with my tearing eyes.
There was a mini crowd who was milling around all staring at me.
Arda knew about my fear, and was shaking his head saying,"oh my god.."

Ryan stepped on a balloon.
"BANG!"
I accidentally let loose a sob.

Ryan then finally noticed me, and came to me, "Oh god, I forgot.."
Anasha asked, "Are you alright??" She hugged me again. (My god, I sound lesbian.)
I wiped my tear-marinated face on my sleeve and nodded wordlessly, biting my lip to ensure I don't let loose any more stray sobs.

I stood up, retrieved my phone. I put it to my ear. "hello?" My voice wobbled.
"Yes?!"
"I'll come down now.."
I hung up, and walked towards the canteen. I saw my other half and rushed to him and hugged him, telling him what had happened. Tears were still in my eyes.

"It's okay, next time I'll protect you, okay? I'll be there for you."
"Yeah right" was my reply.

We left to go to my house to collect my flute, seeing as I had my flute lesson later in the day.
As we were walking, a bus drove by. I glanced up. A boy was pointing at me and laughing. And I think I spotted Benjamin's glasses. Woops XD

Well anyways, when we reached my house, I went up to take a refreshing cold shower and got my stuff. I brought them down in my bag.

And babe was so nice, he offered to put all my stuff into his bag, so we'd only have to carry a bag. (technically HE would only have to carry my bag, since usually I burden him with mine.)

I agreed to go to Derek's house with him, then afterwards we would go to Plaza Singapura for my flute lessons, and a bit of walking around.

We went to Derek's house and played Mario's party.. Or something like that. It was pretty fun, but stupid Derek kept winning all the mini-games and stars.

Lz was just next to me playing my gameboy and complaining he was hungry. We promised to order after we finished the game.

Then, Philip arrived, and we teamed up 2v2. Me and Philip vs Derek and Jerry. (Oh , and Jerry sucked at it, just as he does for everything.)

We were leading at first, then afterwards Jerry stole one of our stars, got one, and Derek got another. And he had loads of coins.

And then babe complained his gastric was getting really painful..He didn't tell me before that, so I didn't know.

I handed the controller to Philip (anyways, we'd have lost =-=) and we left. It was 30 minutes till my flute lessons started.

We hurriedly hailed for a cab (it was almost peak hour!!!) and rushed to macdonalds. I didn't buy any food since I can't eat anything there with my sore throat. I told him i'd eat after my flute lesson, and ended up finishing his large fries :P

Flute lesson was quite alright, I learnt F# and E. And now my cheeks don't get numb and my head dizzy. For the first few lessons, that happened, due to the constant blowing out of air. I suppose I got used to it :)

After I finished, we went down to MOS burger, and I ate. Babe was complaining that his stomach still hurt alot, and after I ate (he ate apple pie) he went to the toilet while I browsed through John Little.

After he came out, his sweat trickling down his brow, (naw, just kidding. Just sounded more dramatic.) his stomach was still in agony. I suggested he go back home to rest. "Or maybe you could come over?" I suggested hopefully. Obviously he picked to go home.

"Oh shit, I need to go back up to Yamaha to buy my guitar stuff!"

Geez, I thought capos were only a few dollars, and the ones they had ranged from 19 (plastic crap one) to 39 (branded supposedly fantastic one)

I picked out a $29 one, which operated on a spring to clasp onto the guitar frets.
After paying for that and a few picks, (I lost all of mine. Bloody hell.) I asked the guy whether I could bring the capo back if it was loose. He said that it would loosen eventually. So I went out to Lz, who was crouching and using the railing to ease his agonising stomach. I grumbled that the capo would loosen and spoil eventually. "then get the screw one!"

I went back in and picked a $30 screw operated capo. I mentally smacked myself. I didn't see it just now. I had to wait for practically 10 mins so that they could change the record of the purchased stuff, and when it was finally finished, me and Lz laboriously made our way down. We gasped in disbelief at the long taxi queue. I suggested we walk to the main road to "poach" a cab.

He said he was in too much pain, and that he'd rather line up.
Jaw-droppingly amazingly, it didn't take too long for the queue to shorten. I was reading a newspaper article on some man molesting his maid, and to get his mind off his pain, I talked to babe about it. "If you wanted to molest someone, wouldn't you wanna molest someone hot or something? Like who the hell would want to molest a friggin' maid?" I joked to him.

When we were 2nd in line in the queue, The woman in front of us turned around. "Do you mind taking the cab first? I'm waiting for a friend." She was a maid.

Oops.

The young indian cab driver joked to us," Woa brother, so tired from lining up there aye?"
"No, having very painful gastric.." He replied.
"Woa, need to stop by the hospital or something?"
"Haha no need la."

He was really funny, and was telling us about NS, that if a guy complained of the same thing, the commander wouldn't believe him till he was certified by the doctor.

Babe told me that Jun han got out of BMT after 3 days due to heart problems.
"So you can do the same thing, because I stole your heart, aye?" I grinned
"Har-de-har. SO funny." He rolled his eyes, smiling.

The driver grinned, saying, "Haha how romantic, huh"
"How old are you?"
"15"
"And your boyfriend is 18! Wow that really puts a new face on things."
"Aye! Age doesn't matter okay!" I smiled
"Of course! That wasn't what I meant." He laughed.

The cool cab dude speeded when he could, the speed meter reaching past 100. XD

So fun!

When I got off the cab, I told him,laughing, "Make sure he gets back alive, okay?"
"No problem for this brother" he grinned.

"Bye!" I blew a kiss to babe. "Take care!"

So yup! This is probably the longest post in my history! I wonder if people even bother reading it to the end o.O too mononous, I know. I'm sorry :((

2007-03-31T00:13:00.001+08:00

HA I REMEMBERED TO UPDATE. I deserve a cupcake for breakfast tomorrow.

Today was a day like any other. Me and my "dearest" (obviously, under these circumstances, the sarcasm is apparent.) other half quarelled again, (this time it was due to the typical reason of him never, ever, ever, ever, ever honouring his words and or/promises.)

Well basically, since my oh-do-dear friend (No, I was NOT being sarcastic.) Christel left the school, (TRAITOR!) I basically do not have a lunching/ recessing buddy. (Definition: Someone who will wait for you to slowly finish slurping through your entire bowl of noodles, and their mottos being "You die, I die. You late for class, I also late for class.")

Jessica and Sopisa are on a permanent staple diet of air, and Ke an constantly finds the canteen too stuffy, and on the rare occasion that she DOES eat with me, if there is less then 5 minutes left till recess ends, (5 minutes is 10 minutes in school, when referring to the last minutes of recess. DID YOU KNOW,THAT TEACHERS DO NOT MIND UNLESS YOU ARE MORE THEN 10 MINUTES LATE? Trust me, I have learnt from hard experience.) she will leave me in the lurch to fend myself against rowdy schoolmates and institution boys. Eating alone.

And so, after informing my "dearest" (again, the blatant sarcasm stares you straight in the face.) other half of all of that nonsense up there, he promised that he would eat with me every recess time, and sacrifice his soccer time with his wonderfully-pungent buddies. Well, what would you expect from a love-struck, soppy romantic girl?

Of COURSE I BELIEVED HIM. XD I know, even after millions and millions of times, I always find it in my heart to believe him "just for the last time," I would constantly chide myself.

Well, after english class was released 3 minutes early, I waved to him from the window of his class. "Wanna go eat?" I motioned with my hands. "Soccer," he mouthed. I gave him THE EYE. "Just today????" He mouthed again. I strode off.

I shrugged him off for the rest of the school time. I have free periods right after 12.40, to I get to go straight home. I purposely walked past his class, and spotted him. "I'm going home," I mouthed, hoping that he would somehow beg me to stay. He didn't. So I walked to the staff room to get my guitar, noticing that he was walking behind. I planned to go in and out of the staff room as fast as I could, to give him another chance to talk to me.

"You wanna go for lunch?" He asked, innocently, as though nothing happened.
"Don't force yourself if you don't want to. Why don't you go play soccer with your dear friends again?" I spat.

He basically ignored me for the rest of the time, even when I asked him whether he wanted me to go back, "otherwise I'll call my mum to come pick me up."

"Whatever, just go since you want to."

Yeah, well. So I gave up, and called my mum. "I'm at the doctor's now, how about when I finish I give you a call..?"

I walked home, lugging my guitar on my shoulder, it bumping into my ass uncomfortably with each step. Upon passing the soccer court, I risked a glance back, perhaps hoping he would notice me and come after me. He noticed me, but stayed right where he was.

"I'm sick of this. Let's just have a two-day break, okay?" I messaged him. I didn't intend to have to reason with him as I always did, just wanted to let him know I wanted a break to reassemble my priorities.

The whooole war began anew.

"What is the point of being in a relationship if I cannot even trust and believe in it?"

"Ya ya it's all my fault etc."

After a while of bickering, he decided to turn the scales of blame on me. "Whatever, stop fucking pissing me off."

I pretended not to see it. Finally, after a few minutes, he learnt fast.

"I'm sorry.. I promise I will start eating with you from next week onwards.."

OF COURSE I FORGAVE HIM! Don't be ridiculous. You know how rarely he overcomes his typical overflowing-man-ego and apologizes?!

And during the argument, my mum dragged me out to buy lunch, and from macdonalds, lunch changed to pepper lunch.(I managed to convince her to go.)

After, of course, our "Tokusen rib-eye steak", (The most expensive set on the menu, at 17.80 each :S) was duly received. And she found that, to her surprise, it was good. Then we walked around Shaw Centre for a while, and in the meantime I spotted a beautiful pair of earrings.. And after much wheedling and begging, she bought them for me. YAY ^^

So, I was already very much satisfied with my day. All I had left on my incentives list was to buy my new guitar. (I KNOW mine is less then a month old, but seriously. You just try playing G on it, and you hear this odd, rumbling sound coming from it.) I also convinced my mum to "loan" me the $200 for it. (She knows she'll never get it back.) But, I had to go for my other half's soccer match at 430, which is supposed to end at 7, at Turf city, and the store closes at 7.30. I resigned myself to knowing I would have to buy it some other day.

So anyways everything, as always, went back to normal. I met up with him, Philip, and Christel at turf city to watch their match against SAS. Our soccer team gets thrashed against practically everyone except girl teams, so I'd decided it would be rather embarrassing. After sitting under the shade-thing for a while, and after receiving generous gifts of 7 mosquito bite patches on my legs, I decided to shift the chair out to watch the match.

Surprisingly, the match was a bit exciting. Just a BIT, mind. Unbelieveably, our team only lost by one goal, and that was because the stupid referee is biased, and although the shot was offside, he didn't seem to notice. (But he DID when one of OUR shots were offside. GRRRR!)

Then after the match, I dragged my sweaty other half to Bras Basar by cab. Of course, paid by our dear friends Philip and Jerry. :)

AND I GOT MY EPIPHONE GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It costed $200, because it's part of a promotion to promote that model. It's actually $300++.

IT SOUNDS SO NICE :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

AH my gaaaaddddddddddddd what a long post. I'mma almost dropping off the chair now, so I think i'mma go shower. Tag me, my dearest readers! :D LOVE ALL OF YA <3

New blog! :D

2007-03-29T15:48:00.001+08:00

Okay, I have decided, on a whim, to bring my blog back to life. I have conquered all the monstrous HTML, changed half of the blog HTML script (The font sizes were too small, and I had to add all my crap in.)

Well anyways, I just had the most startling dream last night.. I had dreamt I had gotten back together with my long-time-ago ex..

I have always judged myself as being wholly "over" him, to put it in bimbo-speak.
But, immediately after waking up from the dream, I had a fleeting moment that I longed for the dream to become reality.

I lay in my bed, sweat trickling down my back, just simply thinking.. I have a boyfriend, and I am happy with him, so where are all these feelings coming from?

For months and months, I have rarely given him a thought, just stuck him at the shadowy recesses of my mind..

But the dream seemed to just split my mind wide open, bringing back all the special memories of me and him, each one striking up a painful storm as they assumed their places in my mind.. Our dates, our first kiss, the way he would talk to me, the way he DID everything..

I was worried I still loved him. I didn't want to.

I hurriedly messaged liangzhi.
"Have you ever dreamt you got back together with Jasmine?"

"Never la, go back to sleep."

"Really? Honestly babe!" I panicked.

"YES! GEEZ!" I breathed a great sigh of relief.
Even if I can't trust myself when it comes to matters like this, I know I can rely on him to tell me the truth. Sometimes. :)

But bex was the one who really made me feel better.
"It's your past. And the past is in you. Don't forget everyone in your past is still a part of you. And the ones you want to forget hold the strongest emotions. But it's okay, it's only human."

Thanks so much, babe. You really helped to rid me of that awful feeling of nostalgia, and confusion.

Well, to everyone reading my new post! WELCOME BACK :D

And sorry I had to kick it off with a sad-ISH post.

Feel free to tag me! (The new tagboard colour just looks so nice with my blog scheme :D)

2007-01-23T17:03:00.000+08:00

I officially declare this blog dead until readers protest.

2007-01-18T18:59:00.001+08:00

Drama today!

We got this horrendously long script from the miss Ida, and I got to be the main character :D
I is shinin' :D

There wasn't even acting, but shit long lines and in the end I get killed. XD
Then miss Ida told us it was only voice practice. Thank god. If I'd to memorise all of that, my brain would evaporate in a pink puff of smoke.

Then afterwards, we were discussing a musical, and miss Ida asked who could play the keyboard. A korean girl (I'm so so so sorry I can't remember all your names.. :/) was pushed out, and miss Ida asked her to make us sing. She said that most pianists usually were good at handling pitching, and who goes what section (Sopranos etc)

Then in the end I separated the girls into sections, and made us all do acapella harmonising..
It. Sounded. FRIGGIN FANTASTIC :D

YEEAAAAYYY and I got my due credit. *bows*

Aaaahhh.. I feel so cheered up now..
Just now lz didn't wanna take me out for dinner, and instead opted to walk me back and then go out with HIS FRIEND for dinner.

So, obviously, I got pissed, and told him that I'd might as well go back myself. So I tentatively took a few steps homeward. He didn't want to come after me, those few steps, and got mad.
"Fine, make me walk with my leg like this."
And he walked off.
WHAT THE FUH HUCK!?
So I gathered up all remnants of my courage, and stalked down the slope. When I almost reached the slope, I couldn't take it any more, and looked back. They were walking.. And they suddenly stopped and looked back.

He even had the cheek to smile and wave.
I shook my head slowly, gave a wobbly smile,
and restrained my tears from coming.

Just picture this.

A girl walking morosely in the rain, alone, trying to cover her face with the umbrella she held. Her hand would be up to her face, and then you'd see her face was wet. Not with rain..
But with tears.

How many times can a person be hurt emotionally till they die?
I mean, it's like each time you get hurt, it hits you like a physical blow. No, it's like someone just stabbed needles into your heart.

Ouch.

Weeelll i'm feeling better now though :D

2007-01-11T22:32:00.001+08:00

Eeeeyyaaaahhh.. *yawn*

I'm sooooo tired! I slept at practically 1030 last night (which is friggin' early) but i'm still so tired today!

Me and babe were like having cold war (yes, again, our life is so chaotic!)
And all his friends were asking me to go say sorry to him, but I refused (since I was always the one caving in to apologise)

So in the end Philip,(his good friend) godknowshow! convinced babe to call me. And I explained the entire situation to him rationally.
"We had an agreement to go to SIM altogether with your friends, and you said I could come along, right?"
"Uh-huh?"
"And the day before you didn't come to school, right?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Then on the day itself you didn't come either. So I guessed you weren't feeling too great. So I called your house after I ended class, to see how you were. Aaaand, you weren't home."
"Yeah."
"So, I half figured out you probably went out with your buddies to SIM. Without me. So, I gave Arda a message, and there you were. And i'm not too happy that you just ditched me like that."
"Yeah, but because THEY DIDN'T WANT YOU TO COME. Junhan said he didn't want you to come, and that it'd be awkward."
"So what he says is more important then spending time with me?"
"He said it would be weird! Because you'd be the only girl!"
"Well, you could have at least called me to tell me!"
"I DID!!!!"
"When?"
"I DID, okay?!"
"When?!"
"On... Monday!!! I asked you on Monday whether you wanted to come or not!!!" (This was 2 days before yesterday, when he went with them.)
"And I said I did!"

And somehow, the conversation took a U-turn, and we were bickering about why HE was pissed. Which was extremely ridiculous. You see, YESTERDAY night, we were arguing (Yes, AGAIN!) over the same issue. The whole ditching thing. And on top of EVERYTHING else, it was our half-year anniversary. And he didn't talk to me for the ENTIRE day, not a peep. No "happy half year anni!" or anything. Nyah. So, while we were arguing, I got extremely pissed, and told him I wanted a 2 day fuckoff break.
"So you can go do WHATEVER the *$&* you want, go screw your poly girls or whatever. It won't be my problem."
Then I ended it with the grand finale, and blocked him on msn..

And proceeded, with tears welling up in my eyes, to my room, and screamed into my pillow for a few minutes.

Then, feeling rather more calm, I sat cross legged on my bed, and stared at my phone. Sure enough, my techno remixed "dance dance" started blaring out of my phone speakers. (Did i mention it sounds really cool? lol)

Call alert: Liangzhi <333
Flashed onto my phone cover.

I pressed the down volume button, and watched it in silence as his name scrolled over and over the screen. Then he finally hung up. I stared at it for 5 more minutes.

Techno remix, down volume, silence, scroll scroll.

Missed calls: Liangzhi <333 (2)

Stare stare. No more calls. So I shrugged it off, and went to take a shower and sleep. It was 1030! Whoo.

Yeaaaahhhh.. I feel so much better after bitching. Right on cue, he just called.
"You're not angry already?"
"No ^^ I just vented my anger! :D"
"How?"
"It's called a blog. :D Congratulations, you're the star of my blog today!"

Aaaahhhh.

Oh, I just had my first session of drama CCA today!

It's FUUUUNNNNN :D

Like, 98% of the population was girls.
92% were Koreans.

There was one guy, Kyle's Junior. (No pun intended :P)
He's extremely pessimistic, and has a extremely lowwww voice. And he's practically younger then me. XD

We had to come up with a play, which lasted at least 10 mins.

I was the STAR!!! OH YEAH (I is shinin'! :D)

I pretended to be a nerd! (I even borrowed a pair of nerdy glasses! And when I took them off I was like cross-eyed XD)

And I got bullied in the play! Hahahahah so fun!
And miss Ida (The teacher in charge :D) said," EXCELLENT!!!!"

YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OKAY I'M GONNA SLEEP NOW. BYEBYE :D

Wouldn't it be nice..

2007-01-10T16:22:00.001+08:00

A perfect boyfriend.

Despises flirting (unless it's with me) and multiple-timing
Actually SHOWS AFFECTION TO ME (And plenty of it)
Actually LOVES ME
Does sweet things for me OF HIS OWN INITIATIVE
Would remember every single detail about me (the good stuff, naturally. :P)
Has had past (but not too much) experience in relationships
Can keep up his side of a conversation
Isn't against PDA :P
Not overly vain (but would make himself look good for me)
Does not mind PMSing, and would make it a point to remember the date and treat me SUPER nice during that time :D
Doesn't mind me shopping and trying on clothes, and would actually comment sincerely on what I pick out
Doesn't act as though he has to pay money in order to say "I love you"

Anyone up for it? Sign up today! LOL.

2007-01-01T22:29:00.001+08:00

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..

I'm uber sorry for not posting in ages! :X

Och wee readers, it's nae a permanent thing you know? ahahaha.

School's beginning in... 2 days. Might be hell to most of you, but personally, i'm more happy, seeing as after my maid left, the whole family (yes, including dad, who uses the power of thought to clean the house. LOL.) has been having to chip in to keep the house from disintegrating.

My job is to maintain all the floors, which means all 4 levels, 4 bedrooms, the living room, kitchen, basement, AND stairs.

The horror. *shudder*

Ah. I just realised I haven't bought my school books. Shiiiiiiiiiiiittt..
Ri?? *pokes*
*Nothing happens*
*Throws pink grenade and settles in a chair waiting*
*P(ink)oom!*
*Catches ri which flies out*
There you are :D

Have you bought school books yet? :l

Ah. Just on cue, she IM'd me on msn. I didn't even say anything to her.

Scaaarrrry.

Oh yes, I must spread the good news to all you readers still checking back once in a while!

I GET TO GET MY BRACES OFF IN 2 WEEKS TIMEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

WHOOOHOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

*dances around on a lampost*

But i've to wear the retainer for 6 months.. But still!! Yayyyy!

No more getting half the food I eat stuck in the braces!
No more brushing my teeth with 3 different brushes!
No more braces getting in the way whenever I ki-

Okay 'nuff said ^^

Has anyone played the Mysteries Of Time And Space? (AKA MOTAS)
http://www.albartus.com/motas/- WARNING, STRICTLY FOR SMART PEOPLE ONLY!
:P
Try it, and tag me tell me if you get stuck!

If you have to resort to searching the net for a walkthrough.. tut tut.

It's kinda fun, although the drawing's kinda crappy..

Weeeeelll anyways, I've pretty much ran out of things to babble on.

TRY MOTASSSSSS!

2006-11-04T12:31:00.000+08:00

EXAAAMMMSS AAAREE OOOVEERRRR EXXXXAAAMMMMSSS AAARREEE OOOVVVEEEERRRR!! *chants*

The last paper today!! The WORRSSEEE.. *lightning and thunder, boom boom.*

MATHEMATICSS!!! *inhuman scream of terror*
Well, basically, when I started stared at the algebra equations, my head started getting fuzzy..
>-<

Well, i'm
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

... Till next week when I get our report card then get grounded...

Well anyhow the point of my post was for YOU.
I'm SORRY.. I'm really really sorry..
It's all my fault, alright..?
I hope you didn't fall sick right before your main papers..

2006-10-24T05:31:00.000+08:00

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EXAMMMMMMSSSSSSSSS AREEEEE HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Starting this wednesday to be precise.. Chinese. *drops dead foaming at the mouth*
I'mma probably leave the paper blank or something. No wait, I think i'll try my luck in MCQs. That'd be worth at least 10 marks? XD

End of term activities are SO very exciting this term!
We'll be visiting labrador park and a HOSPITAL!! I think the excitement is killing me =-=

What kind of moron would plan a HOSPITAL TRIP for an END OF TERM ACTIVITY!?!? No, make that end of YEAR activity. Not even a prom for the poor sec 4s who're leaving the school next year. *sniffs in disdain*
Who're actually making a reasonably smart choice if you're asking me.

LASTMINUTECRAMMINGFOREXAMS
Very stressful. I managed to study 4andahalf chapter's worth of history in a LIBRARY in TAKASHIMAYA which is no mean feat for a person like me, considering there was a kinokuniya bookstore merely 2 levels below, and an extremely tempting mos burgers in the basement. (They've got some souffle thingy now, has anyone tried it? :D)

I need HELP for my ALGEBRA *evileyes the person who was supposed to help me (coughliangzhicoughcough) viciously*

And I SWEAR TO PASS MY HISTORY FOR THIS EXAM!!! ROOOAAAARRRRRR!!!!

HAPPY ELF DAY EVERYONE

2006-10-12T12:00:00.000+08:00

RANDOMfactsRANDOMfactsRANDOMfacts

Did you know? Mangoes are good for you because they nourish your ear hair,therefore enabling you to smell better. Also, the sense of smell can be aided by placing a mounted moose head on your greeny. Or was it your pinky? My feng shui master told me something like that. Green for vegetables,pink for ability to chug 81 litres of water without taking a breath..

I was jsut rdeanig tihs wried tihgny wcihh caliemd taht as lnog as wdros hvae tehir fsirt and lsat lttres in pcale, it can sitll be raed fuelnty. Wlel I dnuno. Jsut breod.........

Okay forget it. Typing like that is tiiiireeeee

ing.

Let's have my apology list!
zon: I'm sorry for assaulting you with my nail clipper,slapping you,prodding you with pens/pencils/nail clippers/erasers/pieces of dough,shouting random things at you, and oh yeah, returning that 20 that I borrowed from you late. Oh right, and er.. Sorry in advance if I pass you my cold.
babe: *stare* Errrrrrrrrr... *looks down* okay nevermind.. *runs away*
ms ayyavvoo: I'm sorry in advance for tomorrow because I didn't do my english report today XDDDDD

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

Zon is very popular as of recent. bahahaha.

THEREMYBLOGISN'TDEAD,HAPPY?

Tomorrow is slimy snail thing day,just so you people are updated.

2006-09-28T09:40:00.000+08:00

Today was even more uneventful then yesterday, (as impossible as it seems to be)
but a minor miracle happened today! liangzhi had not intended to attend school today,but yesterday after snapping at him,he relented, promising that he would go.. And usually when he promises,he doesn't really keep them. Hahahaha. But he CAME! Astounding.

And he doesn't wanna attend school TOMORROW,so I made him promise again.. Wonder if miracles can happen twice? Rofl..

Ke an still hasn't been attending school,for the 2nd week in a row.
She hadn't been picking up calls or replying messages or appearing on msn..
So mr chin (class form teacher) phoned up her mum, to which she said that Ke an was depressed from a lack of friends and she feels lonely.. etc.
Ke an finally messaged me,and she claims that (in her own words) she is f$*%#ng tired of school.
Mr Ng just said that it was a crap excuse for her to (in his own words) pontank school.

Ugh i'm munching on some salt-and-vinegar chips, and now my super-sensitive teeth are really..really.. ... To be summed up in one word, ouch. Arghhh...

During IT lesson today, I'd nothing better to do, so Sopisa asked me to flood her with testimonials on friendster.. She has about 5000 testimonials now.. Lucky girl.

And now i'm squoogled.. My brain hurts from doing my math work,and my teeth..Well,they hurt too. So therefore,I am unable to cope with choking up blog material. Till tomorrow :D

NEW BLOG SKINNNNNNNUH

2006-09-27T13:17:00.000+08:00

>< I SWEAR the words labelling the picture up there ^ says HANG me upside down. I'm quite sure of it. XD

Kenknee says,"Your blog post is dry."
Thanks a LOT,kenknee. XD

I'm really dazed after staring at my HTML-filled monitor for the past half an hour..
Calvin's been non-stop messaging me about ke an, he must have something going for her. And I couldn't concentrate properly on changing the template thingyy..

Hum.. What happened today? We started class today with history.. Mr lee made a few unknowingly perverted remarks, which Xianyang eagerly pointed out.. =-="
Then science,with our new not-entirely-too-professional new teacher,who makes it a point to lecture/scold us for at least 15 minutes per lesson with a dogged determination. She complains that we never have enough time during our lessons to teach what she intended to teach, and we all think the same thing.. "If you stopped gabbling at us,perhaps we might have ample time to learn what you intend to cram into a tiny,40-minute-period." (well in this case,80 minutes,because it was a double period.)
And then math.. The only period in which you can fire wity retorts back at the teacher and she'd actually LAUGH. And if you don't understand,she won't just give you the same explanation which you didn't understand in the first place. She'd really break it down into tee-tiny fool-proof phrases,and you would actually understand. How rare is that? :D

RECESS!! RECESS!!
The canteen was uber crowded,both mainstream students and JC students were crammed into the stuffy area. My stomach wasn't feeling too well,so I decided to go for the western food stall,seeing as the food there was.. Slightly more easily digested then the food from the rest of the stalls. We stood in line.. And stood.. And stood.. We stood there for 10 minutes and the queue hadn't budged. My classmate walked past. "Crazy arh?! Stay in this line and you won't even manage to order before recess ends!" Well,at least we proved him wrong. We only lined up for 25 minutes. And we weren't really late for the next class..
Chinese. *lightning and thunder* Slack time :D
Our teacher was totally frazzled,unable to handle our class. She screamed at us for using vulgarities. We used them even more,seeing who could shout it the loudest without being caught, Andesson won,probably because the teacher gave up on trying to stop him from doing something. She shouted at me to "stop my retarded giggling" because I was laughing at Andesson's blatant audacity. Needless to say,no work whatsoever had gotten itself done throughout that period.
And then english.. Ms.Ayyavvoo stalked out of the classroom for half a period because,"people were talking while she was talking."
Music. 6 boys were subjected to standing on their chairs for playing around.. We were lectured for another 15 minutes on our class' infamous uncontrollability.. (if there's such a word XD)

Well,I think that's about enough,right? Basically,our class gets scolded *almost* every lesson somehow or another. Now you know why I don't really blog about schooltime? XD

After school ended,I went back to our school building. I was supposed to be going to buy shorts at Coronation with LZ,'cept that he wanted to play soccer instead of accompanying me. I hefted my school bag onto my shoulder and was walking out of the school,slightly miffed,when he messaged (I knew he had a brain,somewhere.. :P) that he would gladly skip soccer to go with me. With good timing,too. I turned back around and went up to the computer lab for a while seeing as he'd not finished his class yet. I busied myself playing this addictive online game. Go try it! http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/FFR_the_Game.php
It's like DDR,except it's with the arrowkeys on a keyboard. I suggest you start with "beginner" songs,because their classification of "easy" songs,are not,in fact,easy. And you can actually use the mouse to click the arrows when they reach the...whatchamacallit things,but I found it quite hard. So yeah.

Basically,we went there,(there were none of the shorts I wanted in stock,for the 3rd time. We'd been going there practically once every week.) had lunch,and he sent me back. Well,he came in for a while to have ice cream and to chat,then he left for tuition.

That's my day. Long post,but in fact,the day itself was extremely uneventful,and short.

dead dead dead dead! UBER BITCHING UPDATE :D

2006-09-26T13:23:00.000+08:00

I think all my faithful blog readers have dropped out and compromised,reading some lower quality blogging.. XD

Kidding,kidding. But i'm reasonably sure no one will check back. Other then maybe kenknee,because he's nothing better to do,and I would have boastfully informed him on MSN messenger.
Me: KENKNEE KENKNEE I UPDATED MY BLOGGGG! :D
Him (3 days later) :What happened to bloggage?
Me: :S too lazy.. But I think I'll blog in one week's time!
Him (one week later,with one-week-and-three-days dead blog): ......

XD

Alright. Life's been horrendously boring (not to mention deja-vu) ,what with primary-school-mentality-sporting twits going around throwing little hissy fits because they thought they were badmouthed.. Hahaha.

And one certain person has been mentioning me in their blog in a not-so-nice manner, (i'm not dropping any names!) and well...
But,I shall restrain from exuding any manner of bitchy-ness whatsoever.. But I do think the same way on one thing.. You've changed plenty after the holidays,too. It was pretty fun before all this started,though. I've tried to be decent and talk to you and stuff,but er.. It seemed to trigger a major relapse, and things have only gotten worse.

Alright,alright,kenknee will be reading this,and I don't quite think all this you-hate-me-but-I-didn't-hate-you-to-begin-with stuff is rather boring,so I shall move on..

Hrrrmmm.. Oh right,i'm acing my math,but now i'm pretty much flunking chinese. And history. But as for history,it's just because i'm much too lazy to study.. :P

My history teacher gave me the you're-not-supposed-to-be-here-and-you-should-be-scoring-aces-for-this-subject look when I went for intensive lessons.. Woops.

Why am I even blogging on uneventfulnotworthmentioning events at 10 at night anyways? =-=
I really really need to change my blogskin sometime soon.. Kenknee,my long-time faithful blog reader, would you please remind me to look for a new one sometime? :D thankew.

Okay,i'mma go take my third shower of the day. (don't ask)
NIGHT PEOPLE :D

Pretty much the crappiest day i've been through. (so far)

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

Today,our class withdrew from the inter-class singing competition,thank god,too. It was a big mess,with most of the class performances being kinda.... Impromptu and hurried. Then after that,there were the solo performances,which were reasonably alright, but in chinese T-T which is why I didn't join. Surprisingly,we unearthed talent in people which we would have never guessed to have an ounce of potential. (not to be sounding mean ><")

Then after the prizes were awarded and stuff,we were dismissed. Not that me and ke an got to go home so early, (we were dismissed at 12 30 ish) because we had to work on our project. We had to add pictures to our powerpoint in order to make it look some what more interesting.
We had a hurried lunch,then rushed to the computer lab for the finals of the project's day competition. We had watched about 6 presentations,then decided ours wouldn't go through to the grand finals. We presented, (well fine,ke an presented) more or less disheartened,then left. The judges didn't look too impressed. XD

By then I was in a rather foul mood, then I was looking forward to going out with him,(which we'd planned just about days ago) but ta dah!
"Too tired/don't feel like going out,maybe some other day?"

So here I am at home,being so bored that my elbows hurt.When I was supposed to be enjoying myself till 8.

And i've got no more ice cream. :((

I think i'm gonna go stone in the park. *waves*

"I'm not dead"

2006-08-11T02:37:00.000+08:00

HELLLOOOOOO EVERYONEEEE :D

I gave up on blogging after a got back from my trip!
But after having ben and jerry's for breakfast,I summoned up every ounce of determination and set my fingers on the keyboard, and TA DAH a blog update. XD

And when i'm feeling up to it,I'm gonna go hunt down a new blogskin and tackle the forthcoming
"Blog Template HTML Monster".

School life's been interesting,what with the changing of people in various cliques, and the occasional friendly extortion of money from a certain individual.. XD

Aaaand of course there's that special someone who's been brightening up my life and making it plenty more bearable :D <333

There's a class singing competition which is to be presented TOMORROW, and half my class doesn't even know what SONG we're supposed to be singing.. hahah.
On top of the competition,there's the project's day finals,and my group (ke an and I) got in.. We haven't even gotten around to making a new powerpoint presentation! But we'll be stressing our brains to the very maximum today,when we'll be working on the project,LAST MINUTE, which,according to ke an,is "what we're best at".

Only4 groups over at my side have gotten into this round, which is a supposedly quite a feat.. But I have my doubts on how many will get into the grand finals..

oooooooooop no more ice cream. If anyone bothers to notice this post,I'll consider continuing bloggage. Hahahaha.

buhbye!

2006-05-24T05:51:00.000+08:00

People! I'm leavin to US tomorrow at 9am! Anybody wants anything from there?

I'm going San francisco, Los angeles,montreal,and quebec city!

I'll be be back on the 13th of june!

Note: people,do not even attempt to pack and ready yourself for a 3 week long trip,in 2 days. Practically impossible. Take it from somebody who knows. Hahah.

Have fun,people! :D
(While I bear with my 9 year old cousin with the mentality of a 5 year old.)

2nd post of the day O.O

2006-05-20T11:17:00.000+08:00

Oh yeah, for the benefit of my new dear linkee, Joo kwang min.
This morning at the terraces,I was on a partial high (as per normal) and I was walking near him. He's friggin tall. As in almost 1.8m. I hopped higher onto the ledge thingy on the terraces so I'd be taller then him. A tiny fight ensued. He jumps higher I jump higher.. Etc. He asked if I was13. I nodded. He said that I still had lots of time to grow. He's 15. I exclaimed happily,"JOO KWANG MIN MARK MY WORDS,ONE DAY I SHALL BE TALLER THEN YOU. ONE FIIIINE DAY!"
He warned me that guys didn't fine extremely tall girls attractive. I simply replied,"Then i'll find a guy who's 2 meters tall!"

:D

Oh,and yesterday,during english lesson,we were doing an IGCSE type paper. Mr ng asked me to read out the 1st 2 paragraphs. I read a sentence,when mr ng stopped me, "SEI YEONG! CAN YOU HEAR HER?" He bellowed. Sei yeong's a korean guy,who somehow or another managed to get into 2a instead of 2b. Haha. He shook his head no.

"SEI YEONG YOU'RE SO DEAD LATER!" I screeched. After i'd finished reading my part,I was allowed to pick who continued reading.
"SEI YEONG!!!" I shouted,smiling.
After we'd finished going through the passage,we were asked to act out the interview. Mr ng asked me to be the interviewer. And he picked bryan to be the interviewee. Sean warned him,"Ooooh. Better not do this. It'd be CHAOS." Mr ng looked confused. Sopisa said,"Ohmygawd.Uh oh." Realisation flooded mr ng's face. "Ooops. I forgot! I thought it was like before.." I glared hard at him. He switched bryan for daryl.

Anyways,after I was done,I got to pick who took my place. (We only acted a few paragraph thingies. Haha.)

"SEI YEONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *:D:D:D:D:D:D:D*

hahahahaha.

2006-05-20T10:54:00.000+08:00

Aaaah. Fantastic day.

First lesson was english. We got back one of our essays. We were supposed to write a fairytale-based story,and it had to be gender biased. I topped the class for mine :D yes I FINALLY BEAT KE AN HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Yesyes I KNOW it was only one mark. But still I BEAT YOU MUAHAH o.o and in order to lengthen my blog post,I'll paste my essay here for all of ya to read.. Hahaha. It'll be at the bottom of this post.

I got credit for the new south wales computer skills competition! When mr chin was announcing it during assembly today, there was a powerpoint presentation.. Jun en topped us all,being the only one getting a distinction. He's in SEC ONE,and sec 1 to 3s all took the same paper. o.O weirdo. When we moved on to those who recieved credit for the competition (first is high distinction,then distinction,then credit,then participation.Credit is for people who're among the top 30% percentile,if i'm not mistaken.)
I sighed. "Never won any of these stupid things.." I mumbled to Christel,who was sitting beside me. She rolled her eyes and nodded her head in agreement. I glanced up at the presentation. Ah,it'll be the normal people.. Thomas and all the rest.. My eyes came to the first name on the slide. Annabelle Ip. :D
Jessica: How the hell didja do it? Ya cheated didn't ya?!
Ke an: She just got it by luck,which she's got a lot of.

Yeah well. It was nice to go up on stage to get the certificate. For something study-able. The last time I went up was to receive the certificate for hiking up mount ophir. Which wasn't education or anything.
And me lucky? That's the first i've heard of it. I'm practically the most unlucky person born. I'm pretty sure I was born on friday the 13th. Haha. I'll hafta go check it one of these days.

I just started talking to Johan again,when he came online yesterday. He used to be in my primary 5 and 6 class. We were considerably good friends.
He's pretty mature now,which is really saying something for a guy my age. =_=
And he isn't sick/twisted. Like every guy in my school.It's really nice to find a guy I can talk to. Hahaha. I scheduled a meet-up with him,Zong ren, (another ex-classmate) Kimberly,and Aemanda. Can't wait.. I haven't seem them for more then a year. The last time I saw Johan I was taller then him. Muahahah.

Yeah okay,i'm done. Quite a fair bit of blogging. Onto my essay. Happy reading. 1829 words! And yes,I know it's kinda kiddy. I AM kiddy,remember? :D

Ah Lieu laboriously made his way from the market in Ang Moh Kio all the way to Queensway on foot,with no umbrella nor raincoat to protect him from the painfully heavy downpour of rain from the dark gray cloud which seemed to follow him no matter where he went.
This drenched,forlorn figure carried on his shoulders a long and thick bamboo stick,with two huge baskets laden with foodstuff at the ends of the stick. There were cabbages,lettuce,slices of reeking fish,gigantic slabs of meat,eggs.. All in all,probably enough food to feed the entire salvation army.
He was decked out in a singlet peppered with stains and holes,a pair of shorts that looked several sizes too small for him,and a pair of sneakers that looked as though it had been through the World War II. His grotty old shoes were the best part of his outfit,and from which you can tell he was not exactly much of a pretty sight.
And just for you to know,Ah Lieu was fifty-three years old. He lived in an ancient flat tucked away somewhere in Queensway,with his ancient friend,who only let him stay there on the condition that he would be the “servant” of the house,and would clean the place up,buy the groceries and other things of the like. He hated his life,but unfortunately had no money (he was too old to be hired to earn money) to buy a place of his own to stay in.
Upon reaching and opening the door of the flat,Ah Lieu gently set the bamboo stick and wicker baskets down.Before they even touched the floor,a sharp voice pierced the air with tremendous intensity.
“AH LIEEEUUUUUU!! YOU GOT BUY MY EGGS ANOT?! I NEED TO MAKE A BUR-DAY CAKE FOR MERLEESA LEH!”
Ah Lieu winced at the horrible pronunciation and accent of his only housemate,Ah Zhan. Ah Zhan was always ordering Ah Lieu to buy extra groceries so that could could just create a large-scale mess,then ask Ah Lieu to clean everything up.
Ah Lieu gingerly passed the pack of eggs to Ah Zhan,praying that Ah Zhan would not get the egg yolk stuck in the ceiling like he did before.
Ah Lieu then wandered off to do his own things,as he had no more chores to do for the day. He entered his tiny,cramped room,slowly lowering himself onto his mattress. He sighed in total gratitude-he felt as though his knees were on the verge of giving way. He then thought of Melissa. Melissa was a elegant lady,at a perfect age for Ah lieu.. Ah Lieu sighed again,this time dreamily. If only he could get her to notice him..
“AH LIEEEUUUUUU!!! HELP ME CLEAN UP AGAIN CAN ANOT??i DON'T WANT TO SEE A SINGLE SPECK OF FLOUR OR ANYTHING! I GOING FOR MERLEESA'S PARTY ALREADY! THE PARTY AT SHANGRI-KOPITIAM YOU KNOW! SO GOOD RIGHT! YAR! AND GOING TO SEE THAT CHIO BU MERLEESA ALSO LEH!” Ah Zhan's voice screeched through the household again.
Ah Lieu mentally deciphered what Ah Zhan had just said. Clean up the big mess,again,leaving for Melissa's party which would be held at Shangri-Kopitiam... “BANG!” The slamming door interrupted Ah Lieu's train of thought. He then brandished a wet rag,and started scrubbing profusely at the combination of self-raising flour,salt,flour,sugar and eggs which was all over the entire kitchen. And Ah Zhan HAD gotten egg yolk on the ceiling again. Ah Lieu sighed. If ONLY he could go for Melissa's party,if only..
Suddenly,the door bell rang. “Oh no,don't tell me it's Zhan again or I'm going to scream..” Ah Lieu dragged himself all the way from the kitchen to the front door,and impatiently flung it open,expecting to see Ah Zhan,but instead saw a young man. He was dressed in white from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. White crown,white robe,white shirt,white.. Was that a SKIRT?! Ah Lieu wondered to himself.
“Actually,it's part of my robe.” The man grinned,showing-no surprise here-absolutely flawless,pearly white teeth.
He can read my mind?! Ah Lieu thought again,self-consciously.
“Yes,I can..I am your fairy god-grandfather! You wished for something,and I am here to gladly fulfill that wish!”
“My..Fairy GODGRANDFATHER?! You don't look a day more then twenty two!”
“Well,looks can be easily altered.” The fairy spun in a slow,lazy circle,turning first into a exotic maiden,then a old man,an old hag,a young baby girl..Finally,he halted his transformations and changed back into his image of a presentable young man.
Ah Lieu was astonished. His mouth gaped. Perhaps he could make me look great and let me go to Melissa's party,then Melissa would notice me..
The fairy whipped out a wand,delicately flicking off imaginary specks of dust off it,and rubbing it tenderly. He narrowed his green eyes,carefully took aim,and..
Ah Lieu had disappeared. In his place was a handsome elderly man,old but he looked wonderful,noble,even. The fairy conjured up a mirror and passed it to Ah Lieu. Ah Lieu gasped,rubbing his hands over his unfamiliar tight face,instead of a sagging one,and ran his fingers through silver hair,instead of white.
“Why didn't you change me into somebody younger? Like you?” He asked,puzzled.
“Because if you were so young,Melissa would pay you no heed! You would be way too young for her!” The fairy smirked,a mischievous glint dancing in his dark green eyes. He flicked his wand at the mess in the kitchen,and then it was absolutely clean. Ah Lieu rubbed his finger across a tile on the kitchen floor. SQUEAKY clean. It was spotless.
The fairy flicked his wand again,and a watermelon rose out of the refrigerator,followed by four char-siew buns. One was half eaten. “Woops!” The fairy giggled,and pointed his wand again. The bitten bun shook,and it regenerated. He pointed his wand again,and the four char-siew buns as well as the watermelon started getting larger and larger. The watermelon was at least twice as big as Ah Lieu himself when it stopped growing. The char-siew buns were all the size of Ah Lieu's torso. The fairy turned to look at Ah Lieu,surveying him with a critical eye. He wiggled his wand,and Ah Lieu was wearing a wonderful tuxedo and.. GLASS SLIPPERS?! Ah Liew thought,frantically.
“Glass loafers,actually.” The fairy pointed his wand once more,and Ah Lieu found himself outside the flat with the oversized articles of food. The watermelon now had a hole in it's center,and had the char-siew buns attached to it's underside.
The fairy appeared. He blew gently,and the entire setup shimmered,and turned into a grand limousine. He blew again,and a driver,complete in smart uniform and peaked cap,shimmered into the front seat. The driver rolled down the window and saluted,smiling.
“Go on,get in,you won't want to be late!” The fairy winked conspirationally.” “And don't forget to get back by twelve midnight! My magic only works till then!” And with that,he disappeared. Ah Lieu gingerly got into the limousine,relaxing amongst the plush cushions and rich upholstery.
The limousine reached Shangri-kopitiam,and with a resigned sigh,Ah Lieu got out of the car,and it drove off and disappeared into nothing,leaving a slip of paper behind which read, “whistle three times for limousine to return.” Ah Lieu pocketed the paper and strode confidently into Shangri-Kopitiam.
Upon his grand entrance,everybody in the cafe stopped what they were doing and gaped at the magnificent figure of Ah Lieu. Even Ah Zhan gaped at him,but did not recognize him. Ah Lieu smartly stepped in,making his way to Melissa. She looked positively radiant,with a shining pearl and gold filigree necklace draped around her neck,and a low cut,black and lacy dress. Ah Lieu flushed a deep red,taking in the cutting of her slinky dress.
“Shall we dance?” Ah Lieu intoned in his deepest,most manly voice. There was a slight shimmer in the air,and a slow song started playing. Melissa blushed as well,and nodded,smiling shyly . The other people were still staring at Ah Lieu,watching his every step as he gracefully waltzed with Melissa. He looked as though he was on cloud nine,a wide and content smile stretching across his face,dancing as though he was stepping on air.
Hours passed,feeling like seconds to Ah Lieu. He then heard a watch beeping midnight,and he felt his mask shimmering,he knew the magic was wearing off. He regretfully gave Melissa a peck on the cheek,and dashed out of Shangri-Kopitiam. He urgently whistled thrice,as loud as he could,and the limousine appeared. He could see the wheels of the car fading into the outlines of char-siew buns. He jumped into the limousine,and the car drove off,leaving trails of sparkling dust, and a glittering glass loafer behind.
When Ah Lieu got home,his magical clothes had faded away,and he was wearing his old,worn out clothes once more. He peered into a silver soup spoon which was perfectly polished,and he could see his reflection. His face had not changed back! Only his clothes disappeared! The fairy appeared out of thin air. “If you want to hide your new face,all you have to do is to say, “Oreo”,and the same thing to unmask it. Your mask will simply be your old face.” And with that,he was gone.
Ah Lieu then realized that he was still wearing a beautiful glass loafer. Loafer. Singular. He carefully took it off and hid it under his bed in his room.
The door then slammed open,and an enraged Ah Zhan stormed in. “Anything wrong,Zhan?” Ah Lieu asked,the very epitome of innocence.”SOME IDIOT CAME INTO THE SHANGRI-KOPITIAM AND KOPED MY CHIO BU!!!!!” Ah Lieu's automatic mental translation:A fool gate-crashed Melissa's party,and “stole” her for the entire party.
Suddenly,the door bell rang. Ah Zhan stomped furiously to the door and threw it open.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT LAR-”
And stopped mid sentence. There,in the doorway,was Melissa,in all her glorious splendour. She was coated in something that looked suspiciously like glimmering dust,and she was brandishing Ah Lieu's abandoned glass loafer. The magic that surrounded Ah Lieu's face disappeared,and Melissa saw his transformed face. Her face lit up in joyful recognition,and the hidden fairy flicked his wand. Ah Lieu and Melissa disappeared,leaving a confused and still-angry Ah Zhan alone in his apartment.
Ah Lieu and Melissa stayed together in a large home in Malaysia,where they lived
HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

The end. :) Yeah,I know it's pretty stupid. Hahaha. But still,i've to make up for all those days I didn't blog,nn? :D And sheez,what would you expect of a little secondary 2 girl?!

Tests: The bane of one's existence.

2006-05-03T20:18:00.000+08:00

ARRGH. It's test week this week. And the next. And come to think about it,the next two or three weeks. Booh.

On monday we didn't have any school.. Yesterday we had a math quiz on graphs. Mr chin says,"If you don't have a ruler,use something straight to draw out your graph."
Me:Aww. We can't use Kwang Min then,because he's not straight. *sniggers* XD

We had a geography test yesterday,too. I scored 29 and a half,and tied with Jessica. Grrr.
And TODAY,we had a chemistry test.. I wrote filtrate as distillate.Argh. And I wrote that the water has to go in and out of the condensing tube to keep the water vapour's temperature uniform. When it's supposed to be uniformed cooling. And i'm not even getting a single mark for writing temperature instead of cooling. :(

And english common test tomorrow.. And it's ESSAY WRITING. Ugh. I hate writing them.. I always take ages to come up with a PLOT. I top the class when it comes to set tests,like comprehensions and test papers,but i'm at the very mercy of essays.

We had a test today worth 80% of the term report for computer studies. We had to use HTML and script to generate a list of stuff..I got full marks. And finished third in class. Wheeeeeee.

Don't judge it by the colour,confuse it for another-
You might regret what you let slip away,
like the geek in the pink.~ Geek in the pink,Jason Mraz. Duh. X)

How many days in a year,
She woke up with hope but she only found tears.
Life can be so insincere,
Making the promises never for real.
As long as she stands there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the souls of her shoes,
How many days disappear?
You look in the mirror so how do you choose?~ Story of a girl,three doors down.

kirby! <333

2006-05-02T06:16:00.000+08:00

My blog had a makeover! Now it features a cute,pink,fluffy game character from nintendo- KIRBY! I played every single kirby game! Apart from the gamecube ones. Isn't it adorable? XD

Basically,kirby is this fluff-thing which eats a LOT. It kills enemies by inhaling objects then spitting it at them,or simply inhaling the enemies themselves. Try playing it sometime. :D

I watched west side story with my brother and his friend on Saturday! It was very good! And I suppose it was worth the $90 per ticket that we had to fork out. *sniffs* The dancing was absolutely fantastic. Whenever they jumped or was swung by another dancer,it would seem as if they were FLOATING. Oohhh. And the SINGING! The main male character,Tony,he could hold his notes so freaking well. Even the high ones. (Okay,fine,he DID go flat once or twice,but who cares?! XD)

And a few times,when they were singing,it got slightly boring,so I peeked at the orchestra playing. One of the players,switched between a flute,a piccolo AND a saxophone. Bloody amazing,considering saxophone scores are totally different from the flute and piccolo scores. (A piccolo is just basically a smaller,shorter version of a flute,so it reaches higher notes (and more easily) then a normal flute.)

After watching the musical,(it was in the Esplanade- Ess-pluh-nahd XD) it was about 10+. Everything in there was closed,so we went to the outside of the esplanade to watch a free performance at the stage-thingy facing the sea. Couples were dancing to the music under the dark sky,it was so sweet! Then we walked across the bridge to stare at the merlion.. It was so humid.. We thought that since the merlion was practically surrounded by the sea,it would be more cool. It wasn't. We came to a decision that since the moon wasn't out that night, the waves weren't moving as much,thus the rate of whatever-it's-called-when-cool-air-sinks-and-hot-air-rises is reduced,so there isn't as much of a breeze.

We walked and walked and walked. Finally came to citylink.. Ate waffles at gelare's (amazingly it was still open) then we were too tired to walk anymore..So we took a cab home. We got back at around 1am. XD

*end* Wow. I think i'm getting better at updating. XD

2006-04-29T11:49:00.000+08:00

An update! :o
*pauses for effect*

...Okay nevermind.
I'm so tiiiiiiiired. We had a PTG today,and I was naiive enough to volunteer to usher the parents. X)

First,I was assigned to the porch,with Jessica. It was raining at that time. (for some reason,it rains,every single time,without fail,whenever we have a PTG. The gods are giving us signs.. o.o) When a car parked nearby,or a person who looked suspiciously like a parent was walking about that area,Jessica would trot up to them,umbrella in tow,and sweetly ask them,"Are you attending the parent teacher gathering for Hwa Chong International ?"

Half the time,they wouldn't understand,because they were Korean or something of the like. But in the end they would understand the universal language which we need not talk to communicate what we're trying to tell them. So basically she just got them to follow her by waving frantically with her hands.
Then she would pass them over to me,then I would trod up the few steps,shuffle down the corridor,then pass them to Jerry or Gary,who would then pass them to Andrew,who would pass them to Ke an,who would pass them to... Okay,you get my point. It's our relay system,so we wouldn't have to physically torture ourselves by walking from the car porch to the canteen,then to our stuck-in-the-middle-of-nowhere school building.

One man was pacing around in front of the porch,on his his phone,an utterly befuddled expression on his face. I nudged Jessica to go ask him when the caller hung up. She walked up to him,"Excuse me, are you going for the-" "Wait." The man put up his hand,gesturing for her to stop. He then held up his phone,squinted at it,pressed a few keys. Then he raised it up to the light,squinted at it a while more and pressed a few more buttons. Then when he was finally done,he "okay"-d Jessica,and she went about her routine,and I walked him to Jerry. Yeah. I just typed that out because it would make my blog longer. So I apologise if that wasn't interesting enough for you. And I sincerely don't mean it. XDD

Mhmm. And after that,when my mother finally arrived,only 40 minutes late,I walked her all the way to the school building,abandoning her at the reception/form-taking place with a "brace yourself..",then accompanied Ke an for a short while at her spot located outside the male toilet,near to the staircase leading to the flight of steps leading down to the canteen. (Yup,no typo.) There were more then enough people at the porch. Ke an then returned to her responsible self,and went downstairs to usher instead of having 3 people at a spot where only 2 were needed. (Andesson was supposed to be there,but he was with his guardian seeing the *shudder* teachers,and he would come up after a while.) I strategically changed my place to behind the pillar,facing the HCI admin office.. Andesson came up after about half an hour of bringing every single parent down to the bottom of the staircase leading to the canteen.

Another interesting parent. When they were walking behind the pillar where I was stationed,(there was a pipe,and a drainage cover thingy,those metal squares,Which I highly suspect was rigged,it would clang down whenever you stepped on it,and it would go down so much that you would think you broke it,and you would freak out because you would think that you were going to fall in. ) a korean mother walked on it,and it did what it was supposed to do. She gave a little shriek and exclaimed something in Korean that I learnt long ago,which a mother shouldn't say. XD

Stupid Andesson kept slacking on his job,leaving me all alone behind the pillar,humming tunes to myself. Andesson was only there because he wanted to burn off a few of his "gold card" hours.(for those who don't know,it's basically detention hours.)

It was getting dark. A few HCI guys walked past,then would see me only after they walked past my pillar,and would freak. X) Made my job slightly less monotonous,at least.

Then finally, we got to go off. I headed back to the school building,crossing my fingers that none of the teachers had given me any bad comments,and went to find my mother. She was hunched over a form,scribbling something. I mentally prepared myself,and sidled up next to her. I cautiously asked,"So... How's it going..?" I got a lecture/recap on what the teachers said. "You need to touch up on your geography,Mr yap says that you're below the average of 90,and he says you can do much better.. Mr chin is worried about how you are,what with the whole bryan thing.. He also says you haven't been handing up your homework on time,and your chinese teacher says that the comprehension you did should have been much better,and..........." etc. Hahaha. I actually got off more likely then I expected,seeing as I was pretty much failing every math test I was put through. Phooey.

"Skipper,d'you think we should tell 'em the ship's out of gas?"
"Naw. Just smile and wave boys,just smile and wave."
XD

WHEEEEE LONG BLOGGGGGGG

2006-04-08T11:57:00.000+08:00

Hrmmmm. Just to clarify everything.. *coughkenkneecougcough*
I'm FINE now. OKAY?!?!

So stop telling me to cheer up and stuff. I'm fine!!!
Go read on it. One of a sagittarius' trait is being a speedy healer.

And plus,i'm getting rather accustomed to it anyhow. Mhmm.

Yeah well.

(may the first speaker,Ri,who is also the second,third and forth speaker,start off with the opening point?
Topic: M&m is a perfect match for annabelle (for)
The opposite party is AGAINST m&m being a perfect match for annabelle. (herself) )

X))

I'm so depressed.. Yesterday,me being extremely bored,worked out Pi to a few places.. Then I went to school today,came back,bent on continuing,to find that somebody had thrown my bit of paper away.. I got up to about..
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375
1058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170

Sigh.

2006-04-05T12:19:00.000+08:00

I know that I've made a few mistakes

but never thought things would turn out this way

doesn't make sense to me now that you're gone (I see it all so clearly)

me at the door with you in a state

giving my reasons but as you look away

I can see a tear roll down your face

That's when you turned and said to me

I don't care babe who's right or wrong

I just don't love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down

what now, you're gone, my fault, I'm sorry

feeling like a fool 'cos I let you down

now it's too late to turn it around

I'm sorry for the tears I've made you cry

I guess this time it really is goodbye

you made it clear when you said

I just don't love you no more

Those simple words hit so hard

they turned my whole world upside down

girl you caught me completely off guard

on that night you said to me

I just don't love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down

what now, you're gone, my fault, I'm sorry

feeling like a fool 'cos I let you down

now it's too late to turn it around

I'm sorry for the tears I've made you cry

I guess this time it really is goodbye

You made it clear when you said

I just don't love you no more

(If there even were any tears.)

2006-03-30T08:19:00.000+08:00

*Brushes away spider webs and dust collected on blog*
*Steals quiz from nick's blog =D*
( ) crashed a friend's car - I think when I was 5 I chucked my cousin's toy car out the window.. I don't suppose it's counted,is it?
( ) stolen a car - Nuuuu.
(x) been in love -Hrrmm. What is this..Love you speak of? X)
(x) been dumped -Fine.Fine.I won't lie. =s
( ) shoplifted -Nawww.
( ) been fired -Umm.Can students be fired? o.O
(x) been in a fist fight -It was more of a cat fight,but..Yeah.
(x) snuck out of your parent's house - Yup.Only to find out there awsn't anything to do outside. ROFL
(x) had feelings for someone who did not have them back -Haven't we all? =s
( ) been arrested - Nuuu.
( ) gone on a blind date -No way no way no way way.
(x) lied to a friend -It was a white lie!! *Indignant*
( ) skipped school -My parent's don't let me =/
( ) seen someone die - In a movie? Hahaha.
( ) had a crush on one of your internet friends -Nuuuu. I have all my friends on the internet.. Is that counted? X)
(x) been to Canada - Yup I did. Them crazy canadians. XD
( ) been to Mexico - Nope. Haha. I've eaten mexican food though. :D
(x) been on a plane - noooo I just SWAM to America..XD *yes*
( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire -Umm. I accidentally burnt a hair once though. *rofl*(x) eaten Sushi - WASABI!!! *Quotes ke an XD*
(x) been on a veeery small hill - I..Live on one? So I suppose that's a yes.
( ) met someone in person from the internet - Nuuu. Don't be insane.
(x) taken painkillers - Who hasn't? o.O
(x) miss someone right now -I miss my piece of crap!!! X) *huggles*
(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by -Umm. Furry bunnies? X)
(x) made a snow angel - I think I did. When I was 2.
( ) had a tea party -EWWWW COOTIES @-@ Hahahaha.
( ) flown a kite - Nope. I bought a kite before.But my brother flew it and didn't let me have a go. -_-ll
(x)built a sand castle -I had hermit crabs as decorations.. hahah
(x) gone puddle jumping - More like...been pushed in a puddle? XD
(x) played dress up -Umm..For halloween? vampire! :D
(x) jumped into a pile of leaves - Fun times in america.. *Nostalgic tear*
( ) gone sledding -Nuuu.. I want to!!!
(x) cheated while playing a game -IT WASN'T ME I SWEAR. XD
(x) been lonely -Yes. ='(
(x) fallen asleep at work/school -Alllll the time. LOL.
( ) used a fake id - nah.I've no use for one. Lookit my face. Do you think I can pull off for a 16 or 18 year old? XD
(x) watched the sun set - Occasionally..
( ) felt an earthquake - nuu.Not where I live.
(x) touched a snake -In thailand.I carried a seriously heavy boa constrictor. And my mum didn't let me put it down till she got 3 pictures taken -.-
(x) slept under the stars -During girl's brigade camp in malaysia.. It was in a rain forest.. And the COLD don't even ASK! XD
(x) been tickled - oh lord XD...*curls into fetal position*
( ) been robbed -Nope! But Once in HK,somebody crashed into my grandmother and made off with a pack of tissues. I'm serious!!!! o.O
(x) been misunderstood - That is about the best summary of my life XD
(x) petted a reindeer/goat - A goat? And no,i'm not referring to xian yang. (My ever-so-twitty classmate)
(x) won a contest -I think I won an essay-writing one before..
( ) run a red light - Umno? With a bike,I think, o.O
( ) been suspended from school - Naw but I got a detention once XD
(x) been in a car -Umm. Doh?
(x) had braces -I'm HAVING THEM. Ouch.
(x) felt like an outcast - I AM an outcast. =DD
(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night -A NIGHT?! I finished a pint in like. 15 minutes.
(x) had deja vu -Uhhhmm.. Wha-?
( ) danced in the moonlight - I've in the rain though. rofl
( ) like the way you look - *bricks self*
(x) Witnessed a crime -Mmm. somebody stole my heart. Ugh. XD
(x) questioned your heart -You don't want to know.
(x) been obsessed with post-it notes - POSTITNOTES!! @-@ I filled up an entire stack once with kick me notes and stuck them on everybody in sight before.. O.O
(x) squished barefoot through the mud -During camp. Because my shoes were sucked into it's squishy brown void,never to be found ever again..
(x) been lost - I got lost in walmart when I was in america!! XDDD
(x) been to the opposite side of the country -Umm. Not very far,is it? (Singapore)
(x) swam in the sea - Mmm. Yes? amazing where sand gets to after just an hour in there..
( ) felt like dying - nuuuu never :l
(x) cried yourself to sleep - yes..
( ) played cops and robbers - In primary school!!
( ) recently colored with crayons - man no XD been ages
(x) sung karaoke - Yep. But I think it's pretty pointless.. They never have the songs I like :(
(x) paid for a meal with only coins - XD okay this one time I went to mcdonald's....
(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't - hmm I told myself I wouldn't get lazy. and I did anyway. lol.
(x) made prank phone calls - All the time =D
(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose - You really don't want to know. Seriously. X)
( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue - Maybe I did..But I don't remember!!
(x) danced in the rain - okay there was this one time I danced the macarena outside on a playground in the rain..
( ) written a letter to Santa Claus - nahh. I started hating santa claus after he never got me what I wanted X)
( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about - ffft, so romantic...where have I heard that..?
(x) blown bubbles - BUBBLES O.O
( ) made a bonfire on the beach - um....No?
( ) crashed a party - Naww. I'd feel extra.
(x) gone rollerskating - Who hasn't?
(x) had a wish come true - Yeah! Everyday,I wish that school'd be OVER SOON! =D
( ) worn pearls - Eeerrrkk. Pearls.
( ) jumped off a bridge - o_O Umm..No?
( ) ate dog/cat food - O.o...who wrote this.
( ) told a complete stranger you loved them - Nope. But I once gave this weird woman a bunch of plucked flowers because I though she was my mum.
( ) kissed a mirror - what in ze hell xD
(x) sang in the shower - AND I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN AGAINNNNNN'CAUSE THEN YOU'LL SEE MY HEARRTTTT IN THE SADDEST STATE IT'S EVER BEEENNNN *sings*
( ) had a dream that you married someone - Nawww. Marrying's boring!
(x) glued your hand to something/got your tongue stuck to a flag pole - I glued my fingers together once, never did the flagpole deal.
( ) kissed a fish - ...what?
(x) sat on a roof top - Mhmm. Then my mum yelled at me to get down before I kill myself. XD(x) screamed at the top of your lungs - yeah. it ain't pretty when I do XD
(x) done a one-handed cartwheel - sure.
( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours - nah, I hate talking on the phone 'cause I sound like an idiot.
(x) stayed up all night - Once or twice,I think. DON'T WASTE SLEEP IT'S PRECIOUS. CHERISH ITTTT.
( ) didn't take a shower for a week - Um. Ewwwwww?
( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree - nooo.
(x) climbed a tree - LOTS. Got stuck once,too.
( ) had a tree house - I always wanted one before :(
(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone - :l...yes.. X))
(x) believe in ghosts - that's a toughie but I'll have to say yes.
( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes - I Wish. Hahah.
( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say - Does the school uniform count? =s
( ) gone doorbell ditching - nah. too lazaayyyyyy.
( ) played chicken - nah.
(x) pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on - rawr.
( ) told you're hot by a complete stranger - Umm. No?
( ) broken a bone - no *knocks on wood*
(x) caught a fish then ate it - caught fish but never ate them.
(x) caught a butterfly - yeep!
(x) laughed so hard you cried - All the time. I like laughing *giggle*
(x) cried so hard you laughed - mmmph.
(x) cheated on a test - well....
( ) have a Britney Spears CD - You've gotta be kidding me. XD
(x) forgotten someones name - I always do XD
(x) French braided someones hair - Yeeeahhh. GIRLY SLUMBER PARTIESSSS. o.O
(x) been threatened to be kicked out of your house - yepppp
( ) been kicked out of your house - nah
(x) want your friends to put this in their blog - don't really care XD if you read this then haha I just wasted 5 minutes of your life. MUAHAHAHHAHA. XDD

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

a***** and ******a cut themselves. ** a*, *e** and j******* are suicidal. *e***** might be suffering from something horrible. Kenknee you know who. *sighs*

And what can I do?

...Nothing.Nothing at all.

I feel so useless.

2006-03-14T08:31:00.000+08:00

Ughhh. I really really REALLY need to give myself a kick in the butt for not updating my blog as often as before X)

Busy life,you know. Haha.

Anyhow,I came back from my mt ophir trip a few days ago.

On the first day,a 4 hour ride (With a lunch break in between) to the main site-the very very very bottom of the mountain. We changed into long pants (the teachers in charge claimed that there would be leeches) and started our trek up a quarter of the mountain to the campsite where we would be spending a night. A two and a half hour hike,carrying our sleeping bags,changes of clothes,toiletries.. (bottles of shampoo,conditioner and body wash were brought by the girls.. Dead weight.The guys couldn't exactly care less,if you get my drift. *winces at memory of smell*) It wasn't very lightweight. Off we went,starting with 600 steps up. *groans* The "gays" of the group started singing rather..Interesting renditions of various songs when we were about halfway through. It DID help lighten our spirits 'cos there was no time to feel tired while we were laughing. But afterwards they ran outta breath as we were making our way up a rather vicious slope.

After we finally made our way to the campsite, we all collapsed onto the mats placed on the hard ground. Groups were allocated to tents, we showered in a nearby stream.(The water was extremely cold,but clean.) Girls first,of course. The guys were screamed at if they happened to sneak a peek. Although we only washed our hair. X) The guys complained how long we took,so we washed out any remnants of shampoo and whatnot from our hair,and GRACIOUSLY let them take their stupid shower.
They took longer then us. -_-

After showering,we had snacks and finally,dinner,after which mdm ong and I took a seat on a log (a rather intelligent thing to do,in my opinionX)) while the rest slaved at trying to set up a campfire with damp twigs,a lighter,and insect repellant as a "flamethrower". Suffice to say, all their hard work came to nothing,and the only thing they succeeded in doing was making a LOT of smoke. It was completely dark by then,but still,with dogged determination,they still tried their best to set the sticks aflame,some even training their torchlights on the sticks,in the hopes that the sticks might miraculously catch fire. Eventually they gave up,with resigned sighs and started playing with their torchlights instead,shining them into each other's eyes,pretending that it was a gun *cough andy lieu cough cough* and so on.
Some were warning other people about the ghosts,to not shine your torch onto the canopy of trees above of the campsite or you will disturb the ghosts,not to say "potianak" 3 times or one will haunt you.. etc (I did everything,but unfortunately nothing happened =/)

We were supposed to have a night walk-basically a walk around the forest to boost confidence,but for some reason it was cancelled. We then had a extremely long debrief (And I was wondering why they were called de-BRIEF when they were anything but.) on how hard the next day's trek will be,how dangerous and long it is.. (They were so very encouraging!)

And finally,rest. ZzzzZZZzzzz.I wish. My tent had Flora,me,Jodie and that korean girl that I forgot the name of. =s
The korean girl woke up twice in the night,screaming that there was a bug in the tent. We saw it once,sprayed an awful lot of insect repellant on it and hoped that it was dead. Me and Jodie,who could not fall asleep,found out it wasn't. We were sleeping,well,being awake, on the outside of our sleeping bags because it wasn't exactly very cool in the tent. Throughout the entire night we kept flicking bugs off our faces,arms and legs. Ewww. It was a gigantic ant,about six spaced c's length:
c c c c c c
but at least it didn't bite. There was also a firefly on the outside of our tent. It was very bright,and Jodie kept giving it the.."finger",hoping that it would get the idea and..Go away. XD

Well,eventually we drifted off into dreamland. (Although still occasionally sweeping the bugs off of us)

The next day we were rudely awoken from our air-deprivation-induced slumber by mdm ong's voice blasting through the tent for us to get up. We freshened up,had breakfast,refilled our bottles with water,collected packed lunches,packed a few things into our bags (we were allowed to leave our bags in the campsite,but encouraged to bring water and our valuables.)
We started our hike to the summit of mount ophir. There were 70 degree slopes,no safety harnesses whatsoever,only tree branches and roots and the occasional rope and ladder tied to trees. 5 hours. We stopped twice to refill our bottles (again) from fresh clear streams. Water never tasted better. X)

The teachers and guide egged us on,telling us how great the view from the summit would be,how it would all be worth it. After slaving and climbing and stumbling our way up to the summit, guess what we saw?

Clouds. That's right,CLOUDS. rofl.
We ate our packed lunches, (they were in plastic bags,it was so cute X)) rested,took photos,admired the panoramic "view",then finally set off,again,this time to the campsite. After tripping our way down,(it's less tiring to go down then up,but a lot more tricky and dangerous. We fell quite a fair bit.) we (When I say "we" at this point of time,I mean the stragglers behind the rest,not excluding me,bryan,jodie,flora and yee kiat X)) were practically dehydrating,and were fueled by the thought that there was water nearby.We practically started breaking into a sprint when we heard water running XD
We bloated ourselves with water upon reaching the stream,then made our way back to the campsite.

We had another breather there,stuffed the rest of our things into our bags,and set off to the main site (the one at the very bottom of the mountain,remember?)

And SOMEBODY didn't walk with me. SOMEBODY. *glares* SOMEBODY went ahead without me first,and didn't even wait or look for me..What's his name again? Hmm.Can't seem to remember.. Oh WELL.It was fun trekking with ka him and the other guys.Hmph. XS

The rest is pretty boring. We reached the site,washed up,rested there (there were bunk beds. I had to spray repellant on my bed in order for the bugs to get away from me when i was sleeping) and he next day we set off from there,had some sight seeing,a bit of shopping,checked in to a 3 star hotel, (AIR CON!!!!!! HOT WATER!!!!!!! KING-SIZED BEDSSSS!!!!! =D) took a break,had dinner,(It was western food,because we were supposed to have a dip at a waterfall the next day,but there was a cobra near there giving birth,so the dip was cancelled) went SHOPPING,(but somehow or another I didn't buy anything O.O) then went back to the hotel to shower up and rest.

Next day: Packed up things,had breakfast,checked out,went kayaking,fishing,(with the net.It was very heavy.) and rafting. Changed our clothes,got back on the bus,and finally,headed back to singapore. Whoo!

The entire trip was alright,I suppose. But I can tell you which bit of the trip was best: The BUS RIDES! =D

Damn I miss them already. =s

2006-02-25T11:07:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry for screwing up your sim card for the 2nd time this week X)
*grabs your hand* I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry..
I didn't know that your phone would block your sim because I was trying to change your PIN. And I didn't know that it wouldn't work because it got *slightly* wet! ><"
I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry!
Don't get maddddddd!

.....................................*awkward silence* o.O

NO MORE TESTS!!! YAY

And you know what? I flunked physics last year.. And got an A2 this term!!! *Jumps around*

Hiking Mt.Ophir for sabbaticals.. Mdm Ong's gonna be one of the teachers in charge. SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE. She actually wanted to expel me because I didn't want to use the clip she got. And mine was abiding the rules. Plain,black.And actually keeping my hair up. What a pain.

Quotes of the day:"I can't come home late!!! Or my mum would be screeching and screaming at me like a bloody demented bat!!!" HAHAHAH!!

2006-02-15T14:37:00.000+08:00

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYYYY EVERYONEEE =D

School today was one big mess of presents exchanged between girls and.. their other girl friends.. X)

Half the guys stare around blankly,asking each other what day it was. *shakes head sadly*
But bryan remembered. =)
I got a card! And a dozen roses! *waves it around ecstatically* and a necklace!!! Yay..
Then when school finally ended,(mr yap received a teddy bear XD) me,ryan and bryan took a taxi to ryan's place,to find that no one was home,there was no spare key,and he NEEDED to go in. (And it's really irritating to go out with both of them when their names are practically the same -_-) We waited an hour for his mother to come back and open the door,to find that in the end,ryan only needed to change his shoes.. It was 3,my curfew was 7.

We took a taxi to takashimaya,spent ANOTHER hour eating lunch (ryan INSISTED that we go to some fancy restaraunt instead of grabbing macdonalds) and we finally found ryan's date.. (thank god for female company) and I had to bring her to kinokuniya (to buy ryan a gift) while ryan and bryan were downstairs. (to buy HER a gift)

It was already getting precariously close to 5. We then left (again) to go to great world,intending to watch a movie. Ryan whined to go to great world instead of cineleisure..
Most of the movies were at 6+,while the rest were m18 or n16.. (I can't wait to be 16 ugh)

We all nearly slapped ryan. Ryan's date wanted to go back to orchard..

And so on and so forth.. Until 8 (my extended and much-pleaded for curfew) and I went home,exhausted from quarelling with ryan.. (At least I had peace in the taxi with bryan on the way home)

Moral of story. Don't ever invite ryan on a double date. ESPECIALLY on valentine's day.
X)

(note:But please don't get me wrong! It was still great! reallyreallyreally! XP)

An UPDATE!!! (finally)

2006-02-12T14:22:00.000+08:00

Yes people,I've finally gotten round to updating my blog! *Angelic choir*

A change of skin,too. I'm sorry,I couldn't resist the overall pink,valentine's day-ish allure of it!
And it's so adorable! X) I might actually keep it AFTER valentine's day.. (Most probably due to the matter of changing practically half the HTML code.. *exasperated sigh*)

Just now,after FINALLY finished with the editing of the raw HTML code,I FORGOT TO SAVE THE CHANGES.. And highly satisfied with myself,I went to "view my blog"... Almost screamed.. X) I took a deep,deep breath,and went back to my template..
Thank GOD they didn't revert it back to the original code! Hahahaha.

Hmmm. Anyways,did anybody know that valentine's day is actually for girls to give the guys presents? White's day (I think it's..March the 14th?) Is for the guys to return the favour.

But of course,we girls don't mind getting double the presents X)

2006-01-21T12:43:00.000+08:00

I SCREWED UP MY PERFORMANCE TODAY! HURRAH!
-.-"
We only had one day to memorise the stupid CNY song.. AAAARGHHH.
And mr gan still wants me to perform in front of the high school as well,during the combined CNY celebration.. I'm definitely changing the song.

No fair. Ze bang got to sing tong hua today!

Ahhh. Maybe we can sing tong hua together!
Impossible to screw up the song. Seeing as the lyrics are practically drilled into my skull by now. -_-"

I went to tighten my braces today.. (Ouch.) I put PINK! But it looks really odd. =/
Anyways. I was sitting at the fountain there in takashimaya,slowly (not to mention painfully) savouring a donut..XD Then along came this kid with his mother. His mother sat down and the kid didn't. He was lugging along a shopping bag at least half his size. He started spinning around,using the bag to gain momentum. I started imagining what would have happened if the flimsy handles snapped and the bag flew at some innocent unsuspecting passerby.. I started laughing and got some queer looks. (And no,not looks from A queer.Stop thinking like that. -.-)

..Sorry,I just have nothing better to do then to sit down and laugh at people. It's all in good fun,you know. X))))

And you idiots who keep teasing me about him.. You better watch your back. *dark look*

XD

2006-01-14T14:28:00.000+08:00

I got BRACES!!!

UBER GEEK!!!! HURRAY!!!!!!

The top's ceramic,clear, and the bottom's the traditional steel one,i'm making it yellow and orange! Nice sunny smile..Albeit painful.

The spacers hurt =( I usually take ages to eat,and now i'm gonna take EVEN longer. XDD And I haven't even put the metal band thingy .. Or TIGHTENED it yet. Urrrrghhh.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHENNNNNNN! HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH EVERYBODYYY. -.-

2006-01-12T20:45:00.000+08:00

Everybody's (well almost everybody) moody today. And the RAIN.

If you're curious,tomorrow's friday the 13th. Friday THE 13th.
So I'm here for all your sakes to report that tomorrow's probably gonna be crappier then the past few days. Kidding,kidding.. I'm mainly just here to make sure nobody thinks this blog is dead.

Reading of the day:
The empress,reversed..
Indicates stagnation,blocked development,powerlessness,selfishness,ignorance. At odds with others and you need to listen and cooperate with others to make things run more smoothly in your life.

Not a very good day,as far as I can tell..

This wait for destiny won't do.

2006-01-07T13:11:00.000+08:00

ORIENTATION CAMP IS OVER!!!! YAYY!!

These few days,my life's been stuck in a rut. Not heading anywhere,so I thought of something.
I turned my room upside-down to find my tarot deck. (And no,it's not satanic or related to paganism or whatever,okay?)
I asked about my life. I got something along the lines of "You are deceiving yourself about something,don't listen to others,but listen to what your heart and subconcious is telling you. You need some time off on your own,away from others.You will get the answer soon enough."
(I was wondering when my readings became so accurate X)) I asked what my heart was saying and got practically the same thing. Haha. Then afterwards,I asked some other stuff,but the readings were all wrong. How queer.

Liang zhi stole my chocolate today. *sulks*

2006-01-04T13:05:00.000+08:00

First day of school,2006.

My thoughts after waking up today: School! New students! I'm an OGL! I bet my group members will be as enthusiastic as when the 1st batch of HCI-ers were in camp!

I met my group.
A sullen bunch who just stare blankly at you when you ask them to do anything. I had to shout consistently to get them to listen and pay attention. (I've a bit of a sore throat now..)
I got extremely ticked of at a girl who was consistently giving me attitude.
Upon asking if she was unhappy with the OGLs,she replied that it wasn't organised well enough. My thoughts at the time:If she refuses to cooperate,how are we supposed to have it organised?!

Ugh.. I was also chastised countless times for not cutting /pinning up my hair. I didn't have any time to cut it the day before,and I was running around the whole day,and the pins kept falling out.. Hahahah.

My conclusion: 1st of January is NOT a good day.

Have a nice wednesday,everyone.