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Thursday, November 30, 2006

HEY　ＡＬＬ！　Ｉ＇ｍ　ｔｙｐｉｎｇ　ａｌｌ　ｔｈｅｓｅ　ｆｒｏｍ　ＣＨＩＮＡ．　ＡＮＤYESＩHAVEＩＮＴＥＲＮＥＴACCESS! (Of course that erm all these is just for the next hour or so is such a dampener, but ahwells. We learn to make do yes.)

And, presenting to you in all it's glory, is the list of five things I love most about China, specifically Shanghai, since that's were I've been freezing my ass off for the past few days.

1) The Weather.

The weather here is oh-so-lovely. You don't need to fear PE or sweating ever again, since here the only thing you ever need to worry about is just, oh let me think, your ears freezing off your butt freezing off turning into an ice popsicle and your face and hands getting frostbite. Nothing much, i swear.

2) The Roads

THe roads are absolutely the best way to decorate your shoes. Don't worry if you don't step on pigeon shit on the first step, there're many more lying around. Or if you're not one for pigeon shit, there's always the dog poo, the people spit, the banana peels, random plastic bags, bricks and cement, and of course, the age old dust. If you're lucky, you can manage to step on two or more at the same time.

And the dust. Never forget the dust. If you go out the day after a rainy day, you can actually manage to see the separate dust particles flying up to your eyes - right up to the moment where it reaches your eyes, and you learn that the phrase 'too close for comfort' does not only exist for decorative purposes in compos.

3) The Cars (or car drivers)

People in China drive in this way: One hand alternating between the steering wheel and that joystick thingie that you operate that's in the middle of the car, and the other hand on the car horn. Actually, they've learnt to drive with both hands on the car horn, just in case they need extra emphasis for the BEEP. And pity the poor people walking by, since they do not have the car windows to insulate all the noise. Talk about noise pollution.

4) The Traffic

Ah. I totally love the traffic here. If you're lucky, you manage to have just enough space between you and the next car to be past it when it's 5 cm away from you if you're walking. If not, if you can reach the same distance running, there's nothing wrong too. And there's a social hierarchy on the streets too: At the top are the largest vehicles, such as buses and trucks. Next up are the vans, then the cars, then the bikes, THEN the people. Isn't it sophisticated? *Beams*

I mean, which idiot walks in front of the bus? Oh it's the green man? So? The Green Man isn't the one who walked in front of the bus. Hence why do you walk in front of the bus? Oh you're hurt? Too bad. What a pity. And the zebra crossing? Seriously, d00d, do you expect me to watch out for the zebra crossing while driving? It's YOUR safety at sake here, shouldn't you be watching out for me?

5) The People

Never seen a nicer bunch. Btw, don't go into shops that don't have price tags if you don't speak shanghainese. The starting price for the things would zoom up. Grins happily. And don't say dui bu qi. Say bao qian. Dui bu qi is just the cue for some extremely nice people to be sarcastic and annoying back at you.

Grumbles. I'm cold. No wonder I'm grumpy. ＭＡＲＹLIKE wait FOR me KAY! CANADA! YAY!

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

NOTE: COARSE LANGUAGE. LET YOUR MOM HEAR IT IF YOU WANNA BE GROUNDED. AND SCOLDED.

He's incredibly crass, rude, and too coarse for words. I particularly dislike his rape comment at the end of this video. But he's strangly charismatic and I laughed like shit. Gonna look for more of his videos after this.

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Sunday, November 12, 2006

Haha. A few things I forgot to type in the previous post.

First, wednesday. Dress shopping with mel was so hilarious. I say dress shopping, but the first thing mel bought was bandages for her arm (melenin, recommendation of lickie) and tic tacs cause she's a greedy prat. Okay fine, so I bought werethers(spelling totally according the pronounciation, so I can't spell, fine.) original sweets.) After which we sat down to put the plaster on her arm, where we discovered that since it was just a piece of cloth, it wouldn't stick to her arm. Would you believe it. Then we had to go back to buy the tape.

Then after we were done we went to the this fashion at douby ghaut, cause I'm a cheapskate, but we got lost and spent like half hour trying to get there. Which was not my fault at all. Seriously. ... Well, Mel didn't know the way either! (Okay fine I'm worse that Done it Duncan.)

Anyway, after we got there, we saw that all the dresses there looked like bedroom wear, which no one should wear to prom save chrissie cause she's seducing anselmch u. Or cat. ahwells. So we wandered around marvelling at the weird dresses and exited it, went to another this fashion which was no better, and then just from that station walked back in the direction of far east. Along the way we stopped at OG, where we looked at dresses, and both mel and I tried on a dress of the same style but different colour. (Cause I liked the dress material and it was nice and silky and reflects light very prettily.)

Which was where the trouble started. Cause mel's plaster, which I stuck on, wasn't very stable. (Naturally.) So when she tried on dresses, it started to come out. And she didn't just try on the dress once. The straps on that dress crossed once at the back, so the first time mel tried it, the left strap was crossed wrongly. Then she had to take it off. And the second time, the right strap was crossed wrongly. And at this point in time her bandage was coming off, so she put on her shirt again so I could enter (cause I was faster in dressing, see) to put extra tape on her bandage. Then she tried to wear the dress again (when I was out of the dressing room, perverts), and the right strap was crossed wrongly again. But nevermind. She got it right at the forth try. I mean, it was only the forth try. Nevermind that I got it right at first try. Looks proud.

Lemme describe the dress. Erm. Okay fine I don't knkow the terms to describe the dress. Lemme look for one online. OKAY FOUND. The top part looks somewhat like the one here: http://www.jasminebridal.com/image/style_product/283/1108A.jpg

Now, because mel is extremely smart, she wore the white part equivalent of that dress in the link - above the boobs. Then she complained that it was too tight at the chest. SNIGGERS. HA. Who ask her to laugh at me that time I got tangled up in strings. MY REVENGE IS NOW. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

Don't worry mel. THere's still another dress to go. I won't miss out the fine details. Snerksnerk.

THEN we went to another shop, where I saw this pretty purple dress that I actually want. Even though it's not bright orange. It's like cute. (Very limited vocab in terms of clothing if you realize.) I took it to the dressing room to try it on, and in the meantime persuaded mel to try a purple tube with an empire ribbon. Easy to wear right. Wrong. First, cause the dressing rooms were HUGE, we went into the same dressing room to change. And I changed first. Mel had to sit down and stare only at the floor cause there were mirrors all around.

At this part, I feel inclined to mention that we were totally decent, cause I KNOW how minds like brenda's and liqi's and cat's and chrissie's work. We were both wearing \tees (me the 408 one and mel another one, netball i think) and shorts. We must have been the most casually dressed people around. (we were) So the method of wearing becomes take off tee, wear dress, take off dress, wear tee.

The purple dress was Very Troublesome. First time the straps crossed. Second time I managed not to wear it correctly, or backwards, but SIDEWAYS. Congrats, lich. In the way that the side seam managed to be at the middle of the body. The third time, it was on the OTHER sideways. I managed it at the forth try, though! YAYYYYYYYY. See. I'm becoming more skilled at wearing dresses. THEN it was MEL's TURN. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And by hearing my evil laugh, mel should be feeling wary. I don't laugh so evilly for nothing. Mel's dress was a tube. With a zip. So you just pull on right. Nope. Mel pulled on halfway, then went: it's too tight. I cannot fit in. Which was quite nonsense, cause that was a size eight. Why wouldn't mel fit in, you ask. The answer is very simple.

Remember the ribbon i mentioned? it was an inch thick. And with a rather simple but pretty bow at the end. Yeah. Mel, when unzipping the dress, didn't untie the ribbon. So she was there, looking like a scarecrow with the dress over her head and eyes looking above the dress trying to find where the 'tightness' came from. -_____- So i, being the nice person, pulled the bow out, the the dress fell over mel.

Ain't I the best. And that was the rather hilarious incident of trying on dresses. Now I shall run away before mel comes and I become Lichen: 1990 - 2006 RIP

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WAHHHH. Someone threw away my supply of chocolate from the chocolate cake I had for my grandpa's birthday. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY. Now my supply of not-so-secret comfort food is gone!!!! Chocolate gives me endorphins! Without endorphins, I'll not be happy! I'll be emo!!!!

Okay not really, I'll just have to look for other stuff to eat. But seriously. Nothing beats eating chocolate. It's so easy and fuss free and unlike grapes where there are annoying seeds. (Which is what I'm eating now.) Like, frozen grapes are good too. And you don't feel bad cause it's not creamy. Though eating it in an air con room is quite stupid when you're already freezing to death. Eeyer. Like waste electricity. But I'm not the only one in the room, so sad.

Anyway, life now is sad. I'm quite convinced that I'm the only one left in school going for prom who hasn't actually bought her prom dress. Yeah, I suck like that. And now like I didn't look okay. I went last wednesday with mel (who is a blur block at trying on dresses) and we couldn't find anything nice. ... And mel got hers yesterday. So I'm all alone now.

LONELY, I'M MISTER LONELY... (okay sorry wrong gender)

Dress aside, I'm really bored now. I mean, the first few days of holidays were spent catching up on what I've missed through starlit night, and missing starlit night, but after that things were so diao. I raided mrbrown.com. After that I followed his links, and after a few blogs, I got to xiaxue.com. Yes, shows how bored I am. Then I went to listen to random songs and watch random movies, and I kinda miss how life was so full (coughbusycough) during starlit night, all the staying back in school and all that. I mean, at least I wasn't bored then. Watching jeanting go 'aiyah, got blood' is anything but boring.

Okay emo again. Hmmmmm. I really should finish up on the testimonials I said I'll do. The problem is, I did. Then stupid blogger when I wanted to publish it somehow had an error and deleted all my final testimonials, which like spanned so long the scrollbar in blogger the white space where you type is like the smallest possible. So to all the people I who were meant to receive theirs like 3 days ago - wenting vanessa wormy lingxi shulin zishan chang leening lydia, sorry lah. You have to wait until I'm feeling sufficiently emo again to type. ><

I feel deprived of outside interaction. I've been uber cooped up at home. GAHHHHHHHH. I want to go blading. Round th ROUND track and not the rink, and scream and scream like going to die like that. GAH. I'm in a gah mood. GAHHHHHHHHHH.

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Saturday, November 04, 2006

Starlit Night is over. It's hard to believe, isn't it? Six weeks of rush, rush, rush, staying back late in school and even later at night for all sorts of things, then suddenly, poof. The pretty, gorgeous starlit banner stayed up in the foyer for twelve hours in its moment of glory, then we cut the threads and let it fall onto the ground.

Yesterday was farewell. Even with Graduation Day song playing, it was not so...final, as though we were leaving the school. There was, after all, Starlit Night to do. No matter what, I knew that in the afternoon there would at least be me and mel in the classroom doing last minute spray paintings and paintings and star cutting, and that the next day, lickie and cat and bel and bren and fei and gen and chang and all would be in school with me, running around like headless chickens getting the decor up.

But today was the end. The end of starlit night, the end of the whole rgs school life. The end of 408. Everyone says that even though you change school and change class, friends can still remain together, but there are differences. Classes are no longer classes without bugging mel, without irritating bel, bickering with bren and gaying with gen, without watching cat and lickie act out their neverending love drama in the same five stages, drawing with fei and mel, flirting with Vanessa and xixi, perving with chang and cat, seeing chink wriggle her fingers at the mirror, seeing lickie wriggle her eyebrows at the mirror, flirting unsuccessfully with mel, teasing bel, rolling eyes at tofu and shann, and all those lame but essentially 408 things. No matter how much we sms or msn or call, there's nothing that can make up for the five days a week interaction that 408 gave us. At the end of the day we don't miss the school, but the people with whom the school have brought us together with and the experiences we have in there.

It's over midnight now. That would be the forth day in a row I've slept after midnight. I really should be going to sleep, especially since there's technically nothing I need to do now, but I have to type this out, even if it's only for me to remember in future. I go to sleep now, bawl a little into my bed and write this tomorrow (or today), but it won't be the same.

I never really missed my old class, mostly because i never liked it much and couldn't wait to leave it. But 08 is different. There are memories that can never be replicated anywhere else, and people that I've met that I love and adore and never want to forget, and I know that whatever happens in RJC, nothing can replace 408 for me.

So thank you all for giving me such wonderful memories, whether you're from 408 or starlit night or SLC or just random people I got to know in RGS. Consider this a little testimonial, whether you see this or not, since I never got around to writing them properly.

(Note: This portion below was finished on monday, cause alas, sleep beckons after doing a few people.)

To Mel, my sms-partner. If you look through my inbox, on a good day you can actually find the whole page full of 'mel'. In fact I suspect this is often the case, since halfway through the sms convo I have to delete the inbox to clear space, and I'll clearly remember doing the same thing a few hours ago. Of course, now that's harder, one cause the phone bill arrived, and also cause the new ringtone happens to fly over my head quite often and I don't notice until I check my phone then I realize that I've got a message. Thanks for putting up with my random nonsense, even if I'm very insensitive and I do a lot of stupid stuff without thinking. Haha I'll miss our chinese convos - and we still owe each other an ice cream - and random discussions about random things like terry pratchett. I'll miss the mask making and playing with sparkly mel, the yearbook and all those photoshopping, doing ambigrams together and introducing each other to different fonts and ways of writing, though you always manage to draw better than me. XD I'll miss going to lunch with you and gen or chris and gaying together after options, I already miss all the LSL trips, even though it was better when there was still school. I'll miss snickering when Liw ei goes 'you3 xie1 ren2 hai2 zai4 ban1 shang4 hua4 hua4', and running about during PE watching you can gen toss balls to each other and rolling my eyes brenda-style at you two. And I'll miss bugging you and flirting with you, even though you always shudder when I try, which is even more incentive for me to try. So even though I throw the phrase around very often, and you always grimace and shudder when I say it, most likely because I throw my arm around and ~~strangle~~ hug you when I do, so sparkly mel and multi-coloured melmeljiejie, WO AI NI, AI ZHE NI, JIU XIANG LAO SHU AI DA MI.

To Gen, my gaying counterpart, let's continue our matchmaking club and we can be the gay chairpeople in charge, FWEAK. Here's to you being my personal teddy bear and lab partner after Mary left and sitting partner when getting back results (which is not a very good idea for my ego) and bullying christabel together and messing up your hair (which is not very possible since it just bounces back into place) and your cross-eyed retard face and ALL HAIL KING TUCKER, GEN TUCKER SHALL DIE. So kingie, what time is it tonight? Gen shall always be the pro bio-name-sprouting person and speaker during the classes, our darling chairperson who announces her presence by poking people *pokes gen effectively* Gen is the super random one who goes FWEAK and MOWON and TWAUMATIZE courtesy of brenda's invention of these words, who alternates between intellectual seriousness and gay lack thereof. (Yes Gen, you're smart when you're not being not-smart. XD) So thank you for always being your cuddly and pokable self, for always taking my mind off results when we're waiting for them, and for all the fun we had during lab sessions and options. I can't imagine lit options without our constant gaying, our recital of Lady Lazarus, nor the watching of lit films without squeaking about the porn bits with you, nor mornings or recesses without swatting at you and saying 'I don't LIKE you', and a few minutes later, leaning against you and going 'I love you gengen'. There. So I admitted it. Grins. I'm indecisive. What to do. It's one consolation that next year we'll still be in the same faculty so we can still gay together at times, and we can matchmake bel and mel. (Shhh don't tell them. It's a secret and i don't want to die.) And cause I have done it again, I shall kiss gen one year in every ten. Giggles.

To Belbel, my stepdaughter cum gorilla cum darling belle prom class miss alma mater cum jukebox cum class vice chair. Haha darling belbel. I've lost count of how many times I've poked you/strangled you/teased you. (I have a feeling that you'll say you haven't.) It's been four years. Of course, in the first two years, we didn't know each other that well, and if I had a choice, I would have started bugging you all the way starting from sec 1. And I shall annoint you again when I next see you, preferably with a marker, like you TEND TO DRAW ON ME. Of course, you can always say I've annointed you a lot, using a lot of different pens, but ahwells. The intention is different. Previously they were for, um, artistic expression. Now is to annoint you cause you're a darling and I love my daughter, even if she's a gorilla and married and divorced a monkey. Aa. Shall not interfere in my daughter's affairs of the heart. I'll never forget how you drew my wedding gown last year (of course, it'll only happen if I get married in a tribe in tibet), and I'm glad that you think my joints are so flexible. I'll never forget all the maths classes where we giggled at blah blah with brenda and sat in a group of three doing worksheets and HOW YOU ALWAYS SCOLDED ME FOR NO WORKINGS. Of course, and then again, I'll never forget how you walked into a male toilet, how you said get out and pointed at the door at mrsche w, how you never noticed that blah was behind you and got us all laughing at you, how retarded you can be. Of course, I won't tell anyone about your skating experience, and how you held on to the railing for dear life. Erm oops. Sorry about that. Slip of the tongue, you understand. Smiles sweetly. But let this be said: belbel is for my bullying and 408's bullying only. Any other person *coughmalecough* who dares to bully belbel will face my wrath as a very angry father. Erm, of course, I can't really be a father, since I'm lacking a very important appendage for that, but you get my point. And belbel, if you need to draw on a moustache for acting as Macbeth again, you can always come to me. Winks. I'll miss you belbel, so make sure you sign up for the lit trip next year. Lots of love, from YOUR FATHER AND YOU BETTER KNOW IT.

To chink, my ex-lab partner and promiscuous wife and fellow threesomer, are you free tonight? Haha, remember all the flirtings and the finger wriggling and the mushroom head. Beginning of last year you were the only one who would cover half your face with your jacket and flirt with others from above it, but it seems that you've turned the class gay with you. (But then again, we were always a very gay class.) No one can replicate your matter-of-fact-ness, your flirtiness, and together we're probably the most fitting couple - a promiscuous wife and a womanizer husband. I'll never forget your orange jacket (ju2 zi4!) with the netting hood and the ice cream stick that we wrote on. NIANG, NI WEI SHEN ME YAO BA WO SHEN XIA and DIE, NI WEI SHEN ME YAO RANG NIANG HUAI YUN. *flutters eyelashes at chinkie and kisses her* Now your hair is no longer a mushroom *ngew ngew ngew*, but you're still my lovely wife and ngew mushroom. *inserts Mel's drawing of a mushroom here, the one where the mushroom's doing her jacket/veil thing covering half the face.* So no matter who you bed in future, we're still husband and wife right. Flutters eyelashes again.

To Lickie, the lovely monkey WHO FLIRTS WITH MY WIFE and steals MY cat. LOLX. I've written you a long long letter already, so read that. Happy sixteenth birthday. THey say birthdays are a time for celebrating one's birth, so yesterday, we celebrated the day that you were born, because it's a day worth celebrating. So when you become the president of someplace, when you wriggle your eyebrows at someone, remember the class that you used to wriggle eyebrows and fingers at, cause we'll remember you. XD

To Cat, the amorous feline and class singer. Hey pretty. Remember when we first sat together. You erm...poured your chicken curry into my head and infected me with your songs. I'm super glad that we're taking the same combi next year, but yet again, I'll miss being able to sow discord between you and lickie. I'll miss the same old drama of 'I don't like you' 'but I like YOU' 'Go away, you're dismissed', and of course, the age old How High Is the Sky. I'll miss sitting in the corridor with you and mel and suet and wan joo and listening to the acapella by the three choir girls. I'll miss running about for Starlit Night with you guys, listening to the class being split into english songs and chinese songs while you cut masks and the two groups singing at the same time, choosing the most random of songs. And flirting with lickie won't be fun without you there to sputter and cough and choke at me. And vice versa. Kisses Cat. So love, I had a fun time last ~~afternoon~~ night, where we lingered at your door, because I didn't want to part.

To Brenda, the gay eye-roller and gay writer (no pun intended). I'll miss reading your seriously good fics, and annoying you, and predicting and guessing when you're going to roll your eyes. I'll miss doing maths with you, and calling answers around the class. I'll miss gaying with you when receiving the results, for no matter what you say, you're still gayer than gen. Anyway, YOU were the one who invented the Traumatizing Twaumatize. Do it to some junior and I bet if you mention the Twaumatize years later they'll scream. (Twaumatize sounds like some bloody machine an evil overlord will carry. Presenting Lord Brenda, and her evil superweapon, the Twaumatize!) So Bwenda, I love you like Draco loves Harry, except without the bedding, yes?

To Fei, our other artist of the class. You draw manga like no one does. All of them, even the cheery ones, turn out dark and emo and clamp-ish. It must be the fei-ness. It's all the slim and thin flowers and stems and patterns, that reminds me of Kurapika's chains. And of course, I'll never forget our common love for Hisoka, and puzzlement at why no one else loves such a hot, powerful, shuai magician with the sense of humor of a panther. I'll super miss squealing over shuai manga guys with you, and sitting beside you and watching you draw your manga people and viewing all your finished work. I'll miss working on the Racial Harmony Dress with you people, listening to the random songs playing on the computer, and rushing about on the morning itself getting hot and sweaty and stinking like a pig. I'll miss the LSL camp, dealing with the annoying children, and, at the end of the day, chilling in the Volunteer's Room and complaining about the kids. And I'll miss your high-ness, which is really an excuse for being random and insane and getting away with it. So when you become some world famous manga drawer, kindly remember me cause me <3 you.

And to the rest: I'm not writing anymore now, lest I start sniffling over the keyboard. Later then.

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