Memorified Moments

Monday, June 27, 2005

I want a stuffed octopus thi~s big.

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Okay there, listen up. When you see me ONLINE on msn, I'm either 1) online, or b) sleeping, to which you'll realise if I don't reply within 5 minutes.

When I'm neither online nor offline, thus at one of the in betweens, I'm either 1) on the computer and reluctant to talk, b) shitting in the toilet, 3) sleeping, or 4) eating somewhere and something. All of which equals 'I'm not going to talk to you'.

When I'm offline, I'm offline. 'nuff said.

Point here being, I'm an extremely unreliable person. I can be holding a spoon in one hand and biting ice-cream right out of the bowl at the same time. Thus:

DO NOT TRUST MY MSN STATUS.

Yours,

Your residential fungi.

P.S. the next person who screams at me for not answering *glares* will DIE. Cause I just saw a rifle going at $0.01 at ebay. (Thanks Jonathan!)

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Sunday, June 26, 2005

Oh my god. Oh my god. Freaking hell. Holy shit. Can you believe it?

One more day to school. ONE more day to school. One more DAY to school. One more day to SCHOOL.

Freak.

Okay, where shall I start, seeing that me nicely didn't update for eons?

Oh yeah, we went to Christabel's house. Like her brain, the house is situated in some ulu ulu hard to find place, and me and chink wasted a long long time searching for 1) the bus b) the correct bus stop 3) the house seeing that she gave wrong directions.

Then realised that her mother was waiting with the car to fetch us all along, just that she told her mom to wait at the wrong side. Fine enough, if you regard the fact that we were alighting at the MRT STATION and that this was the SECOND time she made the mistake. Fine for me and Chink, really, it was quite a bit of laugh, expecially when Chrissie's mom scolded her. *muahahaha*

Then we did bio, ate (yours truly realised that she has a huge afinity with messy food when the messiest sushi fell from chopsticks. That woman's not going to let me live it down), and went early cause Chinkie got CO.

Saturday. Went in the morning to get my retainers and got lecture from my dentist (how can you put them in the fries container? Isn't that just asking for it?) and a huge pain from the damned plastic. Decided not to wear them to the SLC gather, which was just fine or else I would have gotten salt in THAT as well.

So, me and fan2 met up at the mrt, took a loooong, standing ride to the mrt station (paya lebar, I ask you. What nonsense. It should be at CCK), and were more or less lost. Luckily, we met this bunch of ppl (class gathering, methinks) and followed them. Fan2 described us as their parasites. What nonsense. Am I a parasite? No, right? *Glares around threateningly*

Finally, we got there, and saw, yes you guessed it - 4 people (lynn-albert darren jonathan). So sad. Waited a while, went walking around the place (albert got his foot stuck in the grass cause he was too busy avoiding the camera lens trying to catch him and lynn together and his shoe came off) and the guys were playing football. Me and lynn and fan2 were standing there being extra and pretending to cheer them on every once in a while.

Then, clarence arrived (methinks he got lost for a while), and we went to the bowling alley whilst fan2 left to watch a movie. It was soooo sad. I got probably the worst record for the first round, what with the long row of zeros. Then Jonathan was saying 'look straight', which helped somewhat in the second round (I did a strike!), and I somewhat improved (wasn't the last anymore). This was punctuated by us trying to take compromising photos of Albert and Lynn (I suggested taking the side profile then using photoshop to... *didn't say anything!*), a lot of 'supportive' usernames (lynn: albertdear, I love albert Albert: Lynndear, I love lynn Clarence: clearance, I love something Jonathan: Neo, I love mom Darren: Wenhui dear, I love daphne *tsk tsk, two-timing, how scandalous* moi: I love me and some other thing I forgot).

Then we ate at Macs, where I tried to hide Clarence's bags cause he was being an idiot (Jonathan stood guard at the playground outside macs until he noticed like 15 minutes later and that was WITH prompting, poor thing) whilst poking him with my chopsticks, and Darren arrived to eat late cause he went looking for his brother, and after that I emptied the ice from my finished drink down Clarence and Albert's back cause they were being idiots. (And it was FREEZING in the restaurant, serves them right.)

Then the stupid people tried playing matchmaker again (I mean, isn't Lynn enough of a victim? Oh NOOOO, but bully others as well), and we were being high and acting like idiots all the way to the beach.

Then they dunked me. First. At high tide.

ASSHOLES.

I swear, if I fall ill, they are just going to DIE. I mean, hello, bullying? *shall not mention that everyone got dunked in the end* After that, I had salt CRYSTALS in my shirt.

Look ma, crystalization!

Felt like keeping and showing Julie Koh to show that I did chem stuff in the hols.

And then all of us, dripping wet and salty, tropped off to Macs again to freeze our butts off, and then we changed and went home (which is another half getting lost adventure I'm too lazy to depict), telling ghost stories (I swear they do this on purpose) and playing truth or dare.

Then. Sunday. Went to watch Initial D cause my (that is so unfortunate) sister insisted on watching a movie. The graphics were good, the romance horrendous at first but lovely at the end (they didn't get together! *trilled* Oh my god. I hated the girl. Actually, I hate Jay Chou also, he reminded me of a gay pig *is Cheryl around? hides* but I hate all the girl was a disgrace to the female population, so I hated her more.) and only one actor was cute (the other one who drove a white car, the more expert one. What's his name again?). But the actors were good lah.

Er yeah. Then I came home and tidied up my stuff for school in 1/2 hour, so I'm blogging now.

So... Ciao!

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

I swear, I was going to update this thing, and I did. It's just that the computer crashed this morning, taking along my entry with it (you won't happen to mind that it was two lines long, would you?). Anyway, it's afternoon now, and too lazy to be angry (or maybe I just got used to it after four months) at Sharmini for not returning the book fines once again, AND after an annoying sit in the dentists' chair, and after playing with Cleo (yes, playing. With a marker and defacing all the clothes in it), I'm re-updating.

One thing: Chrissie-poo is back and we still haven't met up. Damn me. Shall twaddle off to call her about it now.

Do~ne. It's extremely amusing to bully Chrissie.

Anyway, the thing is, whilst I was defacing Cleo's dresses (and swim suits, whoever is the idiot that decided gold - GOLD!!! How extremely tasteless and gaudy is that! - was the season's color and made up this horrendous swimsuit in that color will face my WRATH!!!), I was reading this add about lip gloss - not really, but it's interesting to see what the small print has to hide - and it stated there, under the picture of this girl wearing really THICK lip gloss, and I mean THICK, the kind you can probably skate on, unless you're me cause I cannot skate, it says, 'the most popular brand in Japan'.

I was like O.o Was that supposed to put me off or PUT ME OFF??? I mean, no offense really, Japan may be quick in technology, but its fashion sense seriously...okay, let's be diplomatic. Why not we leave the tech to Japan and the fashion to Europe, for one? I mean, WHO THE HELL DYES THEIR HAIR A VARIETY OF COLORS SO THAT IT LOOKS THAT THEY'RE WEARING A GIGANTIC PHEONY ON THEIR HEAD??? And the thing is, act cute got a limit. What with the dying of hair and all, I mean, which asian can pull it off looking natural with brown hair already? And they do BLOND! RED!

Oh the horror.

Anyway, yeah. Methinks this is a long enough post.

Ciao.

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Monday, June 20, 2005

Don't really feel like blogging nowadays. But here I am, bored, and waiting for my dental appointment, so...yeah.

My conclusion lately: Fear is the root of all evil.

Shall expand on the thought next time (like I said, don't really feel like doing anything lately, so I spend my time floating around the house thinking about crap like above). Methinks Chinkie is right, this IS becoming like my lil' essay corner.

Which is not all that bad, come to think of it. Compensation for the forum, no?

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Friday, June 17, 2005

Shut up, people. I'm grieving. SLC has ended, and it's sad. I can't understand why I'm so upset about it, but I don't want it to end, and I'm sad that it ended, and it hurts. It ended on a glorious note, with certificates and songs and hugs, but I'll rather it had continued.

Lola, you disagree, don't you? You'd rather save perfection, then to actually realise you're glad to say goodbye to someone you thought was your friend. But I'm selfish, and I'll rather remember cracked pieces of what was porcelain, then to leave behind a painted picture in the half-washed footprints.

I don't agree, but this should fit you quite well.

Just give me four days
Not too short
nor too long

Give me enough time
to befriend you
Just enough to be blind
to your flaws.

Four days, all I ask
of you
Not less, for I want
to know you
Nor more for
I want to like you
Just four days to
remember you by
Don't give me three days
for three is
Too short, to fill
the cache of my mind
Give me a perfect
memory
A finished picture to
remember you by

Don't give me five days
for five is too long
to be blind to your
flaws
Give me a perfect memory
A painted picture
to remember you by
Just give me four days
of laughter

A glorious picture
painted in 96 hours
The perfect memory to
keep in my mind
Cause I'll rather I still
love you

So just give me four days
Not too short, nor too long
Four days to
remember you by

And leave me with the
image
of perfection.

Okay, my first (pathetic) attempt at free-verse, but I don't really think that any other style would fit this theme. I'm being sentimental now. *sniffles*

Shall stop before I dissolve into a disgraceful puddle of tears again. Sheesh. I have absolutely NO self-control.

Note: I realise this new layout doesn't support the spaces between words in the poem. Sheesh. Spoils the whole thing, methinks.

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Saturday, June 11, 2005

The UN convention is two days away. Woot! Collected blazer from the Prefects room today in a daze, being the half-asleep person I am. The school was undergoing pesticide crap at that time, but I was lucky to get to the prefects room before they did the foyer.

Then, oh my oh my, they did the foyer, and boy, DID THEY DO THE FOYER. The smoke was so thick that from the end of the PB corridor, back to the general office, you couldn't see the foyer. Everything at the end was a haze of white-grey - you couldn't even make out the shapes of objects. Smoke bellowed out from the screen of unknown in suffocating waves, and you could feel the oppressiveness in the thining air. Walking closer, grey tendrils of the unknown substance (pesticide?) seemed to just surround you, swallowing you up, suffocating you, strangling you...

Okay, melodrama aside, I was NOT exaggerating for once. If you really want to know what it was like, think of heaven after death. The common scene is a sky absolutely overflowing with clouds, then one circle of light in the middle shining down right? Think of that, except horizontal this time, and replace the circle of light with just thinner smoke. I tried walking in, you couldn't see your fingers in front of you.

The prefect grinned evilly at me, then went back into the room. If I died this morning, I would go back and haunt her cause she didn't warn me how thick the smoke was. (Okay, it was common sense really, but i needed someone to blame, and she was the only one stuck in school at this ulu hour. Sorry, darling.)

Anyway, here's the status of my to do and to buy list for the holidays.

UN convention (two days!!!)
Watch Inuyasha movie three (Do~ne)
Go shopping numerous times. (x)
Watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith (x)
Get PTs done
Meet up with the damned SL woman (x)

Status: 4/6

And the to buy list:

Pulmice (sp?) stone for the damned feet (x)
Earrings, earings and MORE earings (x)
Lipgloss (x)
Jeans (moneymoneymoney)
Phantom of the Opera VCD (waiting for Wenting to return Mary)
My Fair Lady VCD (So going to borrow from Mary)
Inuyasha Movie 3 (x)

Status: 4/7

Considering that half the holidays have passed, this is good work. We really need to start on the PTs, though, and we just can't seem to get a date. Oh, we're just so going to die.

I wanna start on bio I wanna start on bio I wanna start on bio. Unfortunately, seeing that Sharmini has taken THREE months and STILL hasn't returned my fines (hope you're reading this), I can't borrow any books and it's going to show on my PT. Gah. I kill you.

Bleh. My convention facilitator, Ashley (sp???) called again, WAKING ME UP FROM MY BEAUTY SLEEP. He/She (sounds like a guy, but with a girl's name. And I mean REALLY sound like a guy. More than Genni) decided to remind yours truly about the things needed in the convention, which was good, cause I had clean forgotten, and was bad, cause I was SLEEPING. And sleep is IMPORTANT.

Bleah. As you can see, I'm in a bad mood and will shoot EVERYONE. I think I better shut up now before I get into deep shit.

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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Hehe, seeing that I'll be stuck at home until friday (UN convention next week, YEAH!), I'm making full use of the telephone.

I tell you, when Lola and yours truly argue over the phone (it started cause we couldn't agree on whether the cream oreos were nicer or whether the mint - TOOTHPASTE - oreos were nicer), we get, and boy DO WE GET, down and dirty.

Here's the most recent few lines

Lola: You! As if you can talk! Your bastardization of a mouth is probably so frigggin' full of the f*cking hypocritical shit you spew that you can't friggin' taste anything else!

Yours truly: Says YOU. You, you filthy, over-eager liar with a mouth fouler than a decomposing carcass and manners no mother could rectify!

Lola: Well, at least...

Well, that's all I can remember. If you want to know, we ended this when we ran out of adjectives.

Ah wells. There wasn't even much rebutal when argueing. Mostly cause both me and her knows that we were right. Lame.

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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

I've gotten a LJ account. Finally. The communities there are so fun. Now I have to get Wenting's account to prevent myself from getting spammed. Oh yeah, I rock.

Haha, father dearest came up with the idea of me recording down when I did what in the hols - in other words, check up on me. So I was there nodding away and 'uh-huh' and 'uh-uh'ing away. Like it's ever going to work. My normal actual timetable will work like this:

7.30: Wake up. Laze around in bed and refuse to get up.

8.30: Father's going to work. Calls me up.

9.00: Breakfast.

9.30: Father gone for work. Back to bed.

10.15: Hungry. Eats lunch no. 1.

10.30: Does random things such as chat, surf the net, everything cept homework.

11.00: Hungry. Eats lunch no. 2 whilst doing random things.

12.00: Hungry. Eats lunch no. 3 whilst doing random things.

12.30: Decides that time between lunches are too long, and is hungry, so takes a snack whilst doing random things.

1.00: Hungry (Oi, I'm a growing child okay.) Eats lunch no. 4 whilst doing random things.

2.00: Hungry, but ate lunch(es) already. Takes noon tea whilst doing random things.

3.00: Takes afternoon tea whilst doing random things, and swearing to get down to work at four.

4.00: Takes late noon tea whilst doing random things.

5.00: Looks at the clock and screams, then whips out homework and does it slip-shortly. (Which is not so possible since I'm copying CHINESE exam papers now. Sheesh.)

6.15: Looks at the mess of scribblings on the paper. I'm done. Takes an early dinner.

7.00: Parents come home. Open google window to do project and does random things instead.

7.15: Actual dinner.

7.45: Continue doing random things in the guise of doing project.

9.00: Goes up to watch the weird series about this guy who died and came alive again.

10.00: Tells parents is sleeping then either sleeps or does random things.

And here's the timetable I'm going to submit (perfected over time, I tell you):

8.30: Wake up and eat breakfast.

9.30: Start on work.

11.00: Take a break by playing piano.

12.00: Lunch.

1.00: Does work.

2.30: Takes another break and plays piano.

4.00: Rest for a little while.

4.30: Does work again.

5.00: Tidies up the room.

5.30: Does piano homework.

7.00: Parents home. Don't need to do anymore.

Er yeah. See the resemblance?

On another note, me and Mahrie are going hat shopping on friday! Woot! I wanna a beanie... (Lola says I just want to look like a street bum).

Oh yeah, went on msn yesterday. Stupid msn likes to slow down the com. Damn it. Anyway, was chatting about the short forms of names like OBS and making up stupid things for it. NBA: National Bastards Association. OBS: Orangutan Bathing Spring. CLE: Condemned Lame Education. And so on and so for. I tell you, I'm weird.

Gah, it's a long post. can't seem to shut up. Haha, Mary, your layout seems to put some of my entries in black leh. What happened?

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Thursday, June 02, 2005

I am so loser. I am posting here for the second time today cause I'm bored. I am so loser.

Can't help it, darling. Copying effing maths questions (last paper now) isn't appealing. and that's not PMS speaking. Anyway, visited blogs (some people really need to update *marycoughcoughcough* and some people need to GET A BLOG *coughwentingstupidtofucough*), and...don't wanna start copying again.

Siriusly. And remusly.

Anyway, here are my plans for the holidays:

UN convention
Watch Inuyasha movie three (Do~ne)
Go shopping numerous times.
Watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Get PTs done
Meet up with the damned SL woman (X)

Unfortunately, most of them are after this week. Damned it.

Oh, and here is my wishlist for the hols:

Pulmice (sp?) stone for the damned feet (x)
Earrings, earings and MORE earings
Lipgloss (x)
Jeans (moneymoneymoney)
Phantom of the Opera VCD
My Fair Lady VCD
Inuyasha Movie 3 (x)

Oh my gawd. I am so loser. Assholes, my mom. Haiyah, don't go for the concert today lah. So boring. I've shoved a can of fruits (I'm surviving on canned food now XD) into the fridge and is waiting for it to freeze. Tres delicieux.

Oiu, et francaise est bonne. Il te fait parler en francaise, parce que j'aime francais.

Ciao. (Pun intended.)

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