Memorified Moments

Friday, June 30, 2006

Because Physics is boring:

You make me wanna start a family,
Inspire me to write a poem,
You must be the effect of globalization,
Cause when I see you, I've come home.

You're the article to my jianbao,
When I see you I feel nervous,
Cause I wanna yanjiang about you,
And together we're the butterfly lovers.

We need to self-explore,
And learn more about reproduction,
Explore usage of protection,
And practice the natural rhythm.

Your body's a beautiful temple,
And at the south you'll find me,
Can you feel the charge between us,
Cause baby you exude electricity.

I'm quite easy, you're rather hard,
Learn the magic of sixty-nine,
I'm the exponential to your differentiation,
And together we can multiply.

I can write an essay about your body,
After all the analysing I've done about it,
So be fruitful, and multiply,
And as for love, we can make it.

I can't bear being apart from you,
When you're near I have a reaction,
Can't you just feel the bliss,
When together we reach equilibrium?

XD Cause school has chemistry. <3

Yes I know I'm pervy. Liqi only told me that about twenty times.

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Sunday, June 25, 2006

I finally tidied up my room today. Like, I didn't know I had such a large table. The difference a few pieces of paper can make huh.

ONE DAY MORE.

ONE DAY MORE TO THE FRUSTRATION
WE WILL FIGHT IT TILL THE LAST
I WILL JOIN IT IN THE CLASS
WE WILL KILL OURSELVES WITH SPAs.

Okay nevermind. The thought of school makes my head go @.@

Amusingly, I was singing the whole of les miz while tidying up my room, and I finished tidying up at eponine's scream. Hurr. I wonder what my parents would do if I suddenly screamed.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006

Hardy har har. I'm kinda bored. That being the understatement of the year. Have been writing fanfics for the past week. Hmm. Two chapters down. That's kinda a veryveryveryveryveryveryvery slow pace. Reason? I've also been watching HunterxHunter. And Detective Conan. And Les Miserables. And Les Choristes. And west side story. Holiday mood hurr.

I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL! *throws a hissy fit* Just the thought of chem makes my head hurt.

Random note: I'm listening to Hips Don't Lie now.

I WANNA WATCH SHE'S THE MAN. Even though I don't really like amanda bynes and think she looks like neville longbottom.

I'm waiting until I can go esplanade so I can borrow music scores. Hmm. I want les miz and les choristes and POTO in TWO HANDS damnit. Like, my fingers are so long I can play for 3 parts in two hands izzit. Lousy scores. And they're damned pixellated somemore.

Shakira (singer) has a very cute accent. Tale of two cities is sitting on my table. I should really continue reading it. But xian lah. I should blog properly. But nevermind. I know you love me enough to love what I write regardless of content. ~~What content?~~ Coughs.

Cat's birthday was on tuesday. Went to eat lunch with her. Cat is so GH3Y. Especially with liqi. As brenda puts it, place those two people together for more than 5 seconds and they start banging against each other. Sorta like a charged metal pole and an uncharged one put together. That attract-repel thingie. Those two. Tsk tsk.

Naturally, I was the only sane one.

Then went to cut my hair. Hmmm.

On, then on thursday, the moment wenting came into the classroom, she went @.@ at my hair. Da4 Jing1 Shi1 Se4. LOL. Then during maths, brenda was acting gay, but who can refute that claim? She took the purple duck (that lickie christianed Christabel) and started pecking at liqi's head, then went:

THIS IS A WOODPECKER.

-_- And dogs walked on air and random nonsense. Then we went home early cause we kinda had nothing to do and were bored. Mrsche w is <3

If <3 is love, then < ) should be Ice cream! Coolness.

Then friday I stayed in bed until...12. Then binged on my remaining chocolate. It's the school-starting depression, I swear. Think of bio and english PT. L'horreur.

Come monday me and toad will go to school with stick ponytails. Giggles gayly. Stick! Strawman! cause they're two of us, it's strawmEn! We the scarecrows!

WE ARE THE HOLLOW MEN. <3

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LONG LIVE FRANCE!
WE LOVE FRANCE!
VIVE LA FRANCE!
JE T'AIME :)

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Monday, June 19, 2006

OMGOMG. The phone pervert called me AGAIN. When I'm WRITING. UGH. Like, you think I want to entertain you izzit. I swear, if that ass calls me again, I'm going to ask him to meet me then bring the police along with me. Then castrate him with a SPOON before handing him over to the authorities.

Stupid fucking asshole. Just go and lay yourself kay? Cause you're so repulsive no one would ever screw you. And yes, not even on the bloody phone.

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Sunday, June 18, 2006

I think spending time with toad has a negative effect on my wallet. Seriously. Blew all of 120 bucks yesterday, not to mention the 32 bucks on thursday. Haha. My wallet cries.

But shopping is fun. Even if your wallet is quite screwed (speaking of which, I still need to replace it). Let's list the stuff we got. XD

ME:

Bag - 30

Jeans - 30

Shorts to make my mommy happy - 20
Football tee for father's day - 15
Cat's birthday earrings - 8, to add on to those toad bought. So now she has a pair for every day of the week. XD

TOAD:

Bag - 30 (yes you can see we got the bags together)
Watch - 13 (which will be officially mine next month when I have money to pay her cause she doesn't really know how to put it on)
Italy tee - 15

And something else. I forgot what it was, but she spent 90 yesterday. And this I know cause when we were back on the MRT, we were counting our expenditure.

Because, you know, we love singapore and have to uphold its kiasu honor.

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Meme from Qianni's blog:

Bold: true
Italics: I wish it's true

I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch much TV these days.
I own lots of books.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I've watched porn movies.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually always the best policy.
I curse sometimes. As opposed to constantly. I dunno which one. I mean, I'm quite polite. Right?
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I have broken someone's bones. I wish.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. Frankly, with a mouth like mine, there's nothing I'm ashamed to reveal. I just get ashamed OF revealing it.
I hate the rain.
I'm paranoid at times.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need/want money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have fresh breath in the morning.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. (I totally won't dare to pick up the phone)
I like the way that I look. LOL you ask ME? What part of I'm-an-ego-queen do you not understand?
I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I think prostitution should be legalized.
I slept with a roommate. Define Slept with.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I have a lot of enough friends.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone. But only with certain people.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop and/or window shop.
I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I currently like/love someone. Me.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn. I really, really didn't want to bold this one.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
I have at least 5 away messages saved.
I have tried alcohol or drugs before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal or DeviantART. I avoid assignments/work at school. Period.
I enjoy some country music.
I would die for my best friends.
I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career. On who. Jojo?
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I have dated a close friend's ex.
I am happy at this moment.
I'm obsessed with guys.[together]
Democrat.
Republican.
I am punk rockish.
I go for older guys/girls, not younger.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I can work on a car.
I love my job(s). Cases woot!
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I am proficient on a musical instrument. [ more like underachieving though]
I hate office jobs.
I went to college out of state.
I am adopted.
I am a pyro.
I have thrown up from crying too much.
I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colors.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I talk in my sleep. Sometimes.
I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.
If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.
I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.
I'm an artist.
I am ambidextrous.
I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.
If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.
I have terrible teeth.
I hate my toes.
I did this Meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.
I have more friends on the internet than in real life. LOL. I have absolutely no life on the internet.
I have lived in either three different states or countries.
I am extremely flexible.
I love hugs more than kisses.
I want to own my own business.
I smoke.
I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else.
Nobody has ever said I'm normal.
Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.
I am proficient in the use of many types firearms and combat weapons.
I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.
I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me.
I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.
I have played strip poker with someone else before. We never progressed further than sweaters cause we were laughing too hard at Lola's strip tease.
I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.
I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.
I can't stand being alone.
I have at least one obsession at any given time.
I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.
I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.
I'm a judgmental asshole.
I'm a HUGE drama-queen.
I have traveled on more than one continent.
I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.
I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.
I am a Libertarian.
I can speak more than one language.
I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.
I would rather read than watch TV.
I like reading fact more than fiction.
I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do. Namely Physics PT.
I have no piercings.
I have spent the night in a train station or other public place.
I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried. I'm a girl and proud of it, babe.
I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night.
I've been married and am now divorced.
There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it.
I like most animals better than most people.
I own a collection of retro games consoles.
The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver.
I have hit someone with a dead fish.
I have written/read erotic stories.
I am compulsively honest.
I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired.
I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers.
I have gone from wishing I was a boy to revelling in being a girl to feeling like a boy again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.
I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders.
I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.
I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.
I dislike milk.
I obsessively wash my hands.
I always carry something significant around with me.
Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.
I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others. failing miserably.
Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother.
I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document.
I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird.
I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time.
Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed.
I am a virgin. [Please don't be shocked]
I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won.
I do not 'get' most comedy acts.
I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing.
I don't like to chew gum.
I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it.
I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car.
Had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years.
I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other.
I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly.
I love to sing.
I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up.
I have a custom-built computer.
I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it.
I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human.
I've gone skinny-dipping.
I've performed in three plays, all of them Shakespeare.
I enjoy burritos.
I'm Irish and lovin' it.
I have a thing for redheads.
I am a twin!
Most times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'.
Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else.
I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes.
I sleep more than 12 hours a day.
I often fantasize about being in fights or physically hurting people, but not anyone in particular.
I love instant noodles.
I was a spoiled brat as a child.
I'm over 25 years old and still enjoy all the things I did when I was 10.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not of this world at all.
I own more than ten Disney movies.
I was forced to grow up quickly.
Over 40GB of music.
Some times little kids scare the crap out of me.
I don't really like physical touch.
I adore little boys.

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Lalala. I'm in a cheerful mood. Jean-Baptiste Meunier absolutely rocks my socks, by the way. I've uploaded new LJ icons, and Mary's sent me some of her photoshop ones.

The hotness. *spazzes* Why doesn't Singapore have such hot guys with such hot voices?

:/

Anyway, I'm online, waiting for someone from trib to come online so I can bug them. I've even rearranged my listings - from TRIBUNE to CCA - so the ppl would appear top on the msn box. UGH. WE NEED THE ISSUE OUT BY TODAY. Ms. Chia's gonna KILL us if we still don't have it.

Tried reading terry brooks today. Sad. I didn't manage to get past the first two chapters. HELLO. Which IDIOT, after meeting this random STRANGER on the road, gets almost TROTTLED by this random ass, invites said ass to his house? Especially after said strangers spills out that he KNOWS this idiot has a brother, radiating all the tendencies of a serial stalker. I mean, I might do that if I were a depressed, suicidal lemming, or if I really hated my family, or if I were just slightly bonkers in the head, but from his POV, he's none of the above.

Then, after arriving home, his father, another dumb blockhead, is unhappy that he brought people home, but says 'oh okay, you bring a tall, dark stranger into the house and you don't know his name. Oh, by the way, tall dark stranger whose name we don't know, you want dinner?' Isn't a saner topic of conversation, say, WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE AFTER ALMOST STRANGLING MY SON?!?!?

Then of course, they sit around the table making no small talk at all cause silence is comfortable and polite in a stranger-whom-you're-having-dinner-with's vicinity, especially since you still don't know the name of the stranger.

Then, after a long while, the wonderful brother of the first idiot whom the stranger knew through stalking, since terry brooks doesn't feel the need to tell us HOW the stranger knew, walks into the house. And is mesmerized by the stranger, since he has such strange eyes they make a legitimate reason for engaging in a staring match - 'a battle of wills' - between two people who've never met before, especially since one of them has just walked in to find the other in HIS house. Fate yes. (I think it's just the author wishing to find a way to demonstrate the brother [shea]'s strength of will whilst being too lazy to find a proper way.)

After which, the stranger finally deigns it upon himself to announce his name - Allanon - and nothing else at all, except that he's going to bed. In another house. WOW. And the rest are starstruck, since Terry Brooks believes that everyone knows about an allanon and will be as dazzled by the name as his characters apparently are.

Then, the next morning, they sit around a table and allanon goes into this looong looooong information dump about how shea's the sole survivor/heir of so and so, and the only one able to wield a sword to defeat someone. Cliched much? And brooks places it in such a boring conversation what makes me want to escape to my laws on defamation. I mean, those are boring shit, but at least they are vaguely interesting, if only because you need all your attention to wade through the jargon. But no, terry brooks has no better way to tell us about a long story as boring as the history of singapore than to make all three people sit down around a table and talk.

Like yeah. Let's imagine the scenario.

---

Me: Walks home and whistles. (Oh, this is another weird part. This idiot's walked home dunno how many times before, suddenly feels that something is wrong and that someone's in the shadows, and decides, hell, I shall WHISTLE! Because, you know, even though it attracts robbers and murderers like nobody's business, I need my courage, cause it's more important than surviving the night.)

*Hence, instead of being cautious and looking around, I whistle loudly because it's apparently going to scare all the shadows away.*

Random shadow: Leaps out and pounces on lich.

Lich: *Defies all logic and doesn't scream. Instead, scrutinize the random-shadow-turned-random-stranger's face. Which is hidden so behind in a hood no one can see his eyes. Still defies all logic and doesn't scream.*

*random conversation ensues, in which lich asks for stranger's name and doesn't get an answer. And in which Lich loses all sense of self-preservation and doesn't run.*
Stranger: You have a brother.

Lich: (No shit, I already have a sister. You think I want a brother to top it off?) Um yeah I do. *Even though the stranger is stating a fact and sounding like a serial stalker. We have already established the fact that lich in this story has no sense of self-preservation NOR any brains so I suppose it's minimally credible.*

Lich: *Tries to ask how he came by this information.*

Stranger: *Strangles Lich.* My patience is waning fast.

*stranger stops strangling lich but pushes her into a bush. Here, we also have to say that Lich is a guy and therefore not scared of being raped.*

*black shadow flies over lich and lich gets very, very scared.*

Lich: What is that?

Stranger: creatures of the underworld. They're big, bad scary things.

Lich: Oh okay. Wanna come to my house?

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O.o One would think someone with so little skills at self-preservation would have been long dead and mugged on the streets by now. I mean, you grow wiser as you grow older. I shudder to think of that guy as a kid. Must have been utterly exasperating, bringing all tall, dark strangers who trottle them into the house.

GAH. I'm frustrated. If we don't get the issue out, I can't extend my WEP. @(*%&$*&^)(*&#$ And I don't really wanna get murdered. kaereuhudfhzkjdfilsdrnivsvarniv uaa viuya v ul aiu nla iul diur kbjraguirasguica e dfu arajklhgajh

I'm really starting to hate festivals.

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Monday, June 12, 2006

BYEBYE MELMEL JIEJIE!

Haha. I set the phone alarm so I'll wake up in time to bid mel bye, which I did, then I fell asleep halfway through the conversation. -_-"

Note: I'll get to see a photo of 2-year old Mel some day. And then I'll paste it everywhere and show it to everyone. (Read: The incorrigible chrissie and brenda and monkey and fei and my wife and wenting and toad and zishan)

I WANT LES CHORISTES. Jean-Baptiste Meunier is so HOT when he sings. His voice is GORGEOUS. Of course, I currently don't have the VCD, which is sad sad SAD, and I'm listening to the pathetic substitution of a trailer until I get it. The sadness of my life.

Okay, Jean-baptiste meunier's voice is so hot if it was any hotter, I'll jump him. It's so angelic! OMG. The trailer makes me wanna cry. (And you can guess what happens when I actually get my hands on the vcd.) MUAHAHA.

Anyway, the review for Les Choristes is extremely amusing. It has this sarcastic wolfffe-type commentator, who speaks utterly true. All those who wants to hear it, just go to Windows Media Player, type in les choristes, and it's the second non-video one. 'If the children and their sad sack of a teacher weren't charmers, the plot could do without its framing device.' XP

Okay, for those who wanna hear more about LSL:

Went in the morning to meet mel at the mrt. In the process of closing the car door, I broke the window and it jammed. O.o My dad was devastated. I mean, I just wounded his second wife! Gasp! Horror!

ANYWAY, after we got there, whereupon my dad immediately got off to check on the window, me and mel went over to put out stuff on a trolley so I can push it to Pasir Ris Park and look like this delinquent running away from home. As you all know, the volunteers mass quit, so I went there with only ONE volunteer. Quite sad, really. But THIS volunteer is ching's junior. MUAHAHA.

ANYWAY, once there, sweating like mad, we set up the games booths, which was just eight cones, and we waited.

Then chrissie called. She was coming to pasir ris park, and she didn't know which entrance to enter. (Cause the park's quite confusing. fei and mel and me got lost the last time we tried.) There was this funny part where she was being a bododo, and I was having a decently reasonable laugh at her expense, then we settled down to wait for the children to arrive.

The children, as I've said, are utterly, utterly annoying. Nigel's guai though, but me and chris figures that's cause he has a crush on mel. SHHH: THE CHILDREN CALL HER MELMEL JIEJIE! SHHH! IT'S A SECRET! The yellow group is the only one that has any idea how to play DOUBLE WACKO, and everyone spent their time shouting at them.

Then it rained. Yayy. I love rain. Got thoroughly drenched. (And so did mel, cause she fell ill. Idiot. Didn't have the sense to stay out of the rain like fei.) Chrissie got bullied into picking up bottles for children, so SHE got drenched as well. MUAHAHA.

OMG. CHRISTABEL GOT NEW SPECS. PINK. IN BRENDA STYLE. When we get back to class, liw ei will go 'xiao dan zen me jin tian kan qi lai bu yi yang ah?' MUAHAHAHA.

ANYWAY, at this point Mrsch ew arrived, with her daughter Shermin, who is this guai, shy person. Anyway, we had sandwich making for lunch, which was quite oaky, but we ran outta bread. (Then alvin dumped his two slices into the dustbin -_-")

Then when the rain stopped, we returned to the center. And the volunteers rested in the volunteer room and exchanged stories, which was hilarious.

Then they had tea break, and puppet making, which was a test on all of our patience. One person from brenda's group was annoying her (and me), then she was, like, oh, him. He doesn't listen to me. Throw him into the dustbin.

BRENDA. You DON'T tempt me like that. I was, like, OMG YEAH. WE SHOULD.

Then there was the puppet show, where the stage I made was falling apart cause the curtains was made of crepe paper and they were the openable ones, so they tore on the strings. O.o And the strings got tangled. o.O ANYWAY, the storylines were...amusing.

There was the cinderella one:

There was a beautiful and elegant but sooty girl called cinderella. *goes along storyline, RGS style, which equals amusement.* Then cinderalla ran away from the prince, and he was heartbroken, so he cried. Children: BOOHOOHOO.

Yeah. I think we have a bunch of sadistic people.

Oh, and there was mel's, which is on her blog, and other storylines, most of which we couldn't hear until mel started reading them out, and mine, which went along the lines of:

Once, there was this magical doll, named Golden Lisa. (They wanted Lisa. I told them Mola Nisa *mona lisa, geddit geddit?*, but no one appreciated my genius.) Then there was this bad guy, who wanted to steal the golden Lisa. However, the salesgirl was good and she stopped the guy from stealing the golden Lisa. (Yes, I told it like that.) The bad guy was angry, so he wanted to kill the salesgirl. However, as the salesgirl was a kind and good girl, the magical tree came alive and stopped the bad guy from killing her. The tree kicked the bad guy away (Adriel acted this out very enthusiastically), and the salesgirl got a promotion, and they all lived happily ever after.

... Yeah. THen there was the science thing, where toad got everyone to chant 'I LOVE DENSITY' -____-"

Then we sorta blurred the rest of the day, but it was nearing dinner anyway.

Okay, I shall go now.

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Sunday, June 11, 2006

LOLX. Two weeks of WEP over. One(or maybe two) more week (s) to go. I think WEP's hilarious. It's where me and/or toad act retarded. That's what happens when two retarded people stay together for a long time. We've even begun talking together. About the most retarded stuff. And not like, normal stuff where you can guess what's going to be said next. And not more retarded follow-up conversations like toad and mel chong's:

Mel: Do you think...
Toad: If you want to buy the bag, just buy it.
Mel: ... Actually, I was asking do you think I should buy the chicken tako balls. OMG. At first I thought you actually read my mind.
Lich: @.@

HAHA. Then one of the few incidents where me and toad were retarded together, cause normally it's just one of us being retarded then laughing at ourselves, like toad stepping off a taxi early or me falling off a chair.

*Toad and I at the junction opposite International Plaza waiting for green man*
Toad: So, what are we eating?
Lich: Starbucks? Get a frappe lah.
Toad: Oh wait, it's International Plaza.
Lich: Wow, you can read. *Points at sign*
Toad: *ignores me* So that means there's Macs!
(Of course, at that point neither of us knew that there was no such outlet.)
Lich: OMG YEAH!
Toad: Let's go!
*At this point both of us step forward.*

So, naturally, there was the red man shining upon us, and little angelic cars zooming past, while we just about put one foot over the kurb.

Laladela.

Of course, there was also the time where toad wanted to get green tea. Then for some reason we were crippled with laughter, and no one managed to take more than one step without bursting into laughter. For some reason. I think there was no reason at all. Toad's retardedness is just contagious.

Of course, we get to witness funny moments, such as our boss, who is quite amusing, in the 'I amuse myself' way. And then there was the woman at the sub courts.

*Woman walks past metal detector*
Metal Detector: Ring ring.
Security Guard: Are you carrying anything metallic?
Woman: Um...I think it's my bra.

It ended up being her belt buckle. How retarded.

So. Wep. It's quite fun actually, when we're actually doing stuff. But since we're even more new to law then newbies, we're technically, really secretaries. We write the letters, sort out affidavit verifying list of documents, and write and send orders of courts to the judge for approval, then give them to the court clerk to send to the defendant.

Then when we have nothing to do, we play bingo. -_-" Of course, recently we've gotten more on track, and we merely read books on defamation.

(Cause this is Singapore and knowing the law on this topic is of utmost importance. You-Know-Why and You-Know-Who, of course.)

And we compare notes. I swear the law books are just WRITTEN so no one can comprehend. Full of jargon. Once under a law [240.148], which is actually about Proceedings in Parliament, there is this whole paragraph, which is a sentence (4-5 lines long), which, without the jargon, means - no one is liable to the law for their actions if they don't break the law.

-_-" Er woooow.

Then of course, there was the falling off the chair incident, which was actually I was trying to imitate someone, then accidentally fell off the chair. O.o I really didn't know how it happened. I was sitting properly, then suddenly one end of my butt started sliding, so I tried to shift myself so I could, say, regain my balance, and ended up falling BACKWARDS instead and landing on my butt. And almost flashing toad, cause I was wearing a skirt. Yes, gasp. Me wearing a skirt. I don't like it either. You can't walk OR sit decently in one. And then she sat on her chair and I sat on the floor in the position I landed and we laughed non-stop.

Then the taxi incident. Me and toad were taking the taxi with boss so we could go to court, then the taxi paused for a while cause it was behind another car which had stopped, and toad thought we could get out and opened the door and stuck one foot out. -______-" Of course, both boss and me and the taxi driver thought her retarded.

Of course, there was that of me being a pig, and toad's melted plastic mottle, and all, but that's not really the point.

Then LSL. It was on tuesday, and I'm really glad it's over. Not really for the normal fridays, cause that's okay, but the camp itself. It was...quite a success. But it was NOT fun. The children were ANNOYING. I felt like SLAPPING them. Monkey yelled at them like shit. Everyone felt like slapping them. That was those idiots for you. Children who DON'T listen.

Then volunteers backed out at the last minute. Mass-backing out. Like, Caviar, who was sick and REALLY not staying back to do her physics PT. -___-"

Of course, there were funny parts. Such as mel being called *sniggers* melmel jiejie.

Yeah. But amongst all the volunteers, we had a fun time. Thanks all you volunteers, chrissie and monkey and toad and brenda and all of you, and THANK YOU mel and fei and ching for helping to do this camp, and making up for me when I'm being lousy and slack. I LOVE you guys. Muaks. Kisses. You guys rock my socks. As in, you rock so much I'm carsick.

Okay, I finally made a long post. Shall go off now. Ta!

P.S. Mary's school doesn't let her access my blog cause of FORBIDDEN CONTENT. HA!

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

I DON'T BELIEVE THIS.

I DON'T BELIEVE THIS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. IT'S LUDICROUS. IT'S LAUGHABLE.

I'm really such a retard.

I missed Maths Olympiad AGAIN.

FOUR YEARS RUNNING.

I think I should be proud.

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