golden(:

music:day late-anberlin
mood:hungry



HAHA met up with my BFF on tuesday right after dance (gruelling as usual). realised only then how much i missed her! haha just look at that picture, totally hamming it up for the camera. with both of us talking at a mile a minute, catching up was pretty fast! sleepover soon kay (: and please get a boyfriend soon. heh hehs.

finally got the anberlin/copeland tickets after making TWO trips down. oh wells. can't wait! and i wanna eat my tang yuan peewee! i should probably start learning the words to some of the songs. don't wanna get moshed out by hardcore fans..this is a start:

we are who
we are who we were when
we could've been more
but at least you're still my
day late friend

plans

music:hear me out-frou frou
mood:happy

so how do i do normal?
-----------------------
so listen up
this sun hasn't set
i refuse to believe that it's only me feeling

• school's over &the hols are here. this means work though! pooey :(
dance &the impending bt2. bleh.

• OCCIDENTAL orient viewing at republic poly. woah i totally fell in love with their ginormous (haha that word looks funny, but apparently is spelt correctly) dance studio. 3 full-length mirrors across the 3 walls! like cindy said, we could hold 3 dance item practices simultaneously there. &then there were --

jump

shots
we went to causeway point after that. i love pasar malams. there's always too much tantalising food and way too many things to see. and woah causeway point's damn happening siaz~ too many people around for my liking :/

• watched 3-iron today. korean dramas are way overrated and sappy, but korean arthouse flicks are a totally different matter. i didn't quite understand what the movie was actually about, but the guy was pretty cute and there was a semi-sweet ending, without the nauseating saccharine sweet aka predictable&boring conclusion nor the cliche cancer-stricken-death-that-turns-on-all-the-waterworks. OOH and i finally finished watching hollywood homicide. can i gush again about how adorable josh hart(hot)nett is?! he really is too cute.
• watched wildboyz and sweet sixteen on mtv as well. my two favourite shows :) there's something about stupid boys on tv acting real stupid &spoilt rich brats on tv being spoilt rotten that's so interesting. i believe that's called reality teevee.
• i've got a wonderful breakfast waiting for me tomorrow! baowu and i are gonna try subway's breakfast :) before the geepoo remedial and dance. yummy. i hope.
• &&! pirates tomorrow! whee.

(in point form 'cos i can't really think in full, propurrr sentences. also, notice how there's not a single mention of work/homework/study/revision? ahah)

earthquake on her mind

music:pretty handsome awkward-the used
mood:distracted

you look pretty low,
very handsome awkwarddddddddddddd

ive got a billion and one things running through my head at a mile per second. and we know lynette isn't really capable of such complexity. anywhoo. ticking things off:
-syfers! (: im glad the tears weren't for nothing!
-family dinners are never complete without bad karaoke family singers and public humiliation on the 'dancefloor' : OOH and my baby nephew is the cutest thing ever. i'm still amazed that that itsy one year old can say apple,blue,ball!
-rapture is too soon! we've in total approx 10hours worth of practice for each item before they go on stage. not good. im worried :(
-on the otherhand, me and xin finished the blocking complete with necessary sequentials today! looking good (:
-manda true friend! rest loads okay, take care. and things WILL work themselves out. they always do.
-BT2 in about 4 weeks! and not a single schedule or note in sight :/
-i absolutely cannot wait for the weekend, then holidays.

im so sleepy. but my brain is still buzzing.

scattered÷d

music:wherever you will go-the calling
mood:distracted

been really busy doing things other than what i should be doing. no good at all. i'm struck with the urgency (think BT2, rapture) but can't really shake off the complacency and overall laziness. bleh. i'm sooo disgusted with myself! and yet here i am, blogging and singing out of tune instead of writing my lit essay. pooey.

so dance yesterday. was actually looking forward to learning choreography for rapture, but zaki hit us with a surprise vetting session and xinyi wasn't there with me! :/ and there's gonna be another next week! haha how many more eights do we have left? A LOT.

hahaha. i was this close to getting a real pet this week ( i think it happened during this week, but i'm not so sure, my days just seem to meld together). and by real pet i mean bigger than a terrapin (a faux turtle in my opinion) or a fat balding hamster. but it's okay! i am getting me a puppy one day! although i'm not sure my irresponsibility counts for anything.

and then blahblahblah other things happened to other people. and i'm glad i just have school and dance to contend with. you know, i'm not too good with multi-tasking. maybe i was supposed to be a boy.

it's going down

music:mexico-jump,little children
mood:dazed

argh. my computer is frustratingly slow. anywhoo. i've got a major update. sorta.

phantom of the opera
but first, went to amanda's house ALL BY MYSELF! woahh. i took a bus there and everything. and had a minor unfortunate accident which left me embarrased more than a slight sprained ankle. then we went down to plaza sing and scurried round the whole building looking for something to help my minor wardrobe malfunction. good gawd. anywhoo then i left for new york new york to meet my BAOWU! her other homies were there too and thankfully it wasn't as awkward as i had expected. and i was so envious of their long tresses. anyway. phantom was real good! the effects and props and costumes were excellent! i swear i didn't jump at the gun shot. and i felt so sorry for the phantom at the end of the show, i almost teared unlike an unsympathetic someone! haha but the guy seated behind us had the most monstrous laugh ever. i have never heard anyone snort so loudly and clearly inbetween laughs before :/ we were supposed to go to dxo after that but that didn't happen in the end, but it's okay!

somebody's house party
i ended up joining manda,keisha,mau,xin,mock,jesse at the somebody's BUGE house. it's kinda funny how we had no idea who's house or party it was. oh wells. the dj didn't stay long! so we just played some drinking games and xinEEE! was pretty damn high. manda too! i just had a little buzz going on. but we eventually got our asses up and out. we took some pictures in the middle of the road! anywhoo. we didn't stay up to watch the sunrise in the end, but it was alright (: thanks true friend for the stay over!

and now, im busy fiddling with some mp3 mixer thingy. fingers crossed for this IT-illiterate!

short and bittersweet

music:dancing shoes-the arctic monkeys
mood:perky

-my podster dies on me again :/
+my podster lives again!
+the labour day holiday
+xinEEE! and me finishing 1 full combi (8eights peoples!)
-realising we have 32 more eights to go
-school after the labour day holiday
+pizza with cin today :D
-biology test on friday
+the BFF staying over friday
+phantom,dxo,sunrise on saturday :)

net result=a happy week.

nothing gold can stay?

music:say this sooner-the almost
mood:exhausted

syf
it's slightly scary and unnerving how 6 months of sweat, frustration, dead skin, tears, worry, blood...can all be compressed to a mere 7.03mins. i barely registered i had ran onstage from the wings before i was running out again. but we were all pretty happy it was all over. and zaki said he was pleased :)

results
we got gold. i won't lie, there was definitely disappointment and perhaps a bit of relief. well, it's forward and onward with rapture!

on the upside, we emerged a stronger and tighter team :)
SA DANCE;

2.4km
hahahha. i hit a personal best today! 12.37mins. go ahead and laugh, but it almost killed me to run in that sweltering heat. but i learnt that after the 3rd round, sheer human will takes over. pity i've got so little.

a line from 'the wind-up bird chronicle' by haruki murakami-
a person's destiny is something you look back at after it's past, not something you see in advance.
just a simple sentence that stuck i guess.

oddicity.

music:as you sleep-something corporate
mood:sleepy

singing my thoughts back to me
and watching heartache on tv

okayy this is a little long overdue, but here goes &thanks to shijie my dear funny friend:
This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. At the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.

1.call me anal or whatever, but i can't stand my WHITE rice being TAINTED with sauce from other dishes. like, if its on a plate, the little mounds of vegetable/meat/rice have to be SEPARATE, with an invisible inch-thick wall between them.

2.i talk to myself on a pretty regular basis. hopefully the voice that answers is just my conscience. i don't have a problem, really.

3.i detest fish but to me, cod/salmon/tuna aren't fish.

4.is it weird how much my podster and itunes library are of a lifeline to me? maybe not if you're a music junkie too.

5.my unhealthy love for vinegar. apparently i can't say "auntie, add vinegar" enough. apparently the auntie can't add enough vingear into my noodles.

6.i'd choose discovery, travel and living over nickelodeon anytime. somehow david tutera the party planner (see: gay) and the mythbusters' crew are more entertaining than all the spongebob episodes combined.

people tagged:xinyi,jolene,chun lei,glory,pei hui,yuwen

&& my new word: ARRANT (adj/n/whatever)
1. _______'s face is ARRANTLY hideous.
2.You are ARRANTLY vile to me.

HAHAH. too cool.

pooey

music:my lack of skill-the early november
mood:exhausted

haven't updated in a while.
sat:dance and then malaysia, without a car! thank goodness my cousin was with me otherwise i could very easily have been a)lost
b)raped
no kidding. aunt's birthday went alright, usual karaoke and crazy dancing and good food. too much good food. too much karaoke and bad singers in the family.

wed:dance wasn't so good. the seniors came down and we possibly gave them a heartattack. (what a coincidence-as i type this, the SYF music plays on itunes) SYF is too soon :/ not good. my nails have been reduced to yucky stubs because of this and homework that conveniently piles up. bleh.

thurs:KEEWEI (baowu!) SAVED MY LIFE.

fri:project work results &then dance. it was kinda cool, maurine and i played around with the cc lights! no wonder stage lightning is a specialised course offered, no easy shit yo'.

and then i'm shit tired.

side note-i love/hate the SYF song. i hate how it screams "emote! emote!" and i just can't, but i love how it's so rich :/

NERDFACE! :/

music:dead end-the format
mood:schweepy (sleepy)

hold on there's a hole in my heart
everyone can see right through me
it goes all the way to the waves
where my love she tried to wash it away
I'm looking for a dead end song
we sit and find flaws in everyone
I want to keep you by my side
holding off tidal waves

hahhahaha. this song is soo damn catchy and tooth-achingly sweet. kinda. anyways. yay for the LOOOONG weekend as the teachers have gleefully pointed out as they dish out more homework. pooey. so much for good friday and easter bunnies.

dance on wednesday was pretty good, in the sense that it was encouraging. 20 more days! holy crapola, but we're gonna pull through it definitely. 3 weeks to StotheYtotheF and 3 weeks to start of rapture preparations. it's almost never-ending, and that's just the way i like it.

i've got my hands on the 'wind-up bird chronicle'! can't wait to start reading although i do have the afore mentioned shit loads of homework and peeNpee (60 fricking chapters!) to finish.

picture perfect:

music:gravity-john mayer
mood:tired

alrights photos finally up from sat night, courtesy of clarahhhhh! cin and i met the others at jalan kayu for prata right after dance. it was kinda amusing, having to bathe in school and cin even brought her hair dryer?! weirdo. anywhoo. prata is pretty good, minus the oil, the heat, the smoke, the flies. haha. im serious. lots of laughs definitely!and then we lounged by kenneth's mulit-million dollar mansion's pool. you know, he has like 100 units all to himself! anywhoo, photos from that night:

me,mel,clarahhh,kenneth&cin. kenneth looking wayyy gay as usual.

me &cin. i hearts her muchos.

our random posse pose.

i hope you get ungrounded real soon clarahhhh!

then we can go out more! shopping?!

me and mellums. twinnies forever. haha. playing telephone with the paper thosai.

i swear i mean it when i say it was BUGE. totally worth my $3.50!

i love photos. they totally capture the essence of that particular moment.

dance today was pretty bad. rehearsal at UCC :/ oh wells. we can do hella lot in 3 weeks! jiayous.

it feels so weird to not have tutorials to rush through, but it feels nice :)

i am an invisible monster!

music:catch my disease(that's the way)-ben lee
mood:amused

my head is a box filled with nothing

and that's the way i like it

my garden's a secret compartment

and that's the way i like it

now that the block tests are over, it kinda feels like i finally have decades worth of time on my hands. time i wanna spend on:


BOOKS-
-invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk
-a heartbreaking work of staggering genius by dave eggers
-the wind-up bird chronicle by haruki murakami
-ectasy:three tales of chemical romance by irvine welsh

MOVIES-
-the history boys
-TMNT (teenage mutant ninja turtles for the uninitiated)
-colour me kubrick
-300

&also,
-reruns of dr. house
-prison break season2
-30rock
-reruns of futurama
-heroes

now back to the wait for something substantial.

over and way the fuck out of the way!

music:futures-jimmy eat world
mood:perky

block tests are finally over. i think they were so misleading, 'test' connotes something of lesser importance..at least that's what i told myself. in addition to: i am not nervous, i am sorta-almost-not-quite prepared. but it appears my head knows me better. i couldn't sleep well for this whole week with dreams of numbers and possible questions. but it's okay, they merely bordered on irritating. but they're just TESTS. i can't even imagine the nights leading up to the big A-S.

anywhoo. i am super excited! lotsa shit planned for the post-bt1s.
and then there's dance.
and im in dire need of retail therapy.
and i need to stop chewing on my nails.

ooh. i've got a not-so secret admirer. and a whole bunch of other secrets.

sweetness (ohhhh)

music:bethamphetamine(pretty pretty)-butch walker
mood:skippy

sweet:

-BETHAMPHETAMINE. can't help but to croon along

"yeah you're real pretty pretty, you're pretty strung out for a girl"

-left toenails painted red, right toenails painted black
-"i love you like a million m&ms" courtesy of CHEWY &her obsession with chickflicks
-wearing my "paul frank is your friend even in outer space" hoody tomorrow. imma be the coolest kid in the exam hall
-attending math tuition the day before the paper &learning how much you DON'T know
-homemade roast chicken sand'ches with a dollop of mustard

2 down, 3 more to go!

oh yeah,
erps. i'm feeling guilty for spilling the porridge all over the bin purposely.
and ewww. i'm swearing off gum after having it tortuously disintegrating in my mouth.

chem scham.

music:reasons to fall-lauren hoffman
mood:restless

We're on a wire but it's better than drowning
And I don't care if I fall because I've never been higher
Everything's changing but I don't care for sameness
Because safety makes graves of the fearful I find

Could you be safe in my arms, and scared at the same time
Running towards and away 'til you're standing still

The mystery's calling, come if you dare
And find what is there when you tear down the walls
No you're gonna wait 'til the moment is certain
While I've been out searching for reasons to fall

Hard is the ground you're wrapping your arms around

know what, i like lauren hoffman ten to the seventeenth power times more than i do organic chem. fo' sho.
&i think i've a concentration span to match that of a goldfish. pooey.
oh wells. 6 more days to the end.
is it odd that i miss dance? my toes are itching, and i'm turning into a tub of lard already.

(i don't care if the colours don't match. growl.)

hind(er)sight.

music:baby, come on-plus 44
mood:drained

quit crying your eyes out,
the past is only the future with the lights on.

pursuit of happyness
it was surprisingly good..okay maybe not so much, given the rave reviews and what-not. my favourite part:
"And it was at that time that I thought about Thomas Jefferson writing that Declaration of Independence. Him saying that we have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I thought about how he knew to put the 'pursuit' in there, like no one can actually have happiness. We can only pursue it."

and right now, i probably need to be studying. 6 more days can only fly past that slowly.

edit--wow. in the space of 3 hours i've managed to change my blog skin TWICE :O shocker. "dressed in a fashion that's fitting with the inconsistencies of my moods" &&i'm hungry peoples.

BANdaid.

music:don't you know who i think i am?-fall out boy
mood:disgusted

they say quitters never win

we walk the plank on a sinking ship

i'm typing this as i rush my literature assignment and figure out where to fit in my revision for tomorrow's vector test. i'm seriously contemplating a hiatus, rather, a complete self-imposed ban on internet usage. i'm thinking it'll be a smart move, the only in a long time.

we need umbrellas on the inside

woops.fuck.

music:thnks fr th mmrs-fall out boy
mood:happy

LALALALALA
methinks the song is so damn catchy. too bad i'm missing FOB drama for my grandmother's birthday:/

holy. chemistry SPA today was sooo fucking shitbeans (ooh new word!) srsly. ugh. i swear i could feel my face drain of blood as the water drained out of the burette. which, was NOT meant to have happened. oh wells, at least i didn't BREAK something this time. yay for me.

& a yay for tomorrow too! i'll be missing lessons for moe's performance (haha talk about personification). seems like that's all i've been doing: missing. anywhooo. I LOVE DANCE. can't wait for tomorrow :)

what if i said that it didn't mean anything?

Mixtape - Butch Walker

this song is pretty decent but the video is better. watch and melt.

i'm going to hit a BLOCK.

music:penny on the train track-ben kweller
mood:sleepy

i realise i'm always sleepy, must be that i'm growing! :) and i would much rather sleep now than do my homework but it's okay, i've got a lovely BEEG mug of hot coffee+milo+milk. makes me all warm and sleepy.

i wait yeah,

i wait for something good,

for something great

if you can't get behind your own life

get behind the driving wheel

and go, just go

find a place that you don't know'

i'm just a penny on the train track

and i try, oh i try

i can't stop,

i don't know why

my dad gave me some career guidance/counselling in the short 15mins ride to school today. i was intially cynical and was pretty much prepared to roll my eyes at him, but it was pretty good. i know for sure now what i don't want to do. now to figure out what i do want :/

dance was pretty good today. we're almost done with SYF. well, we're getting there! whoopers. i probably don't say it enough, but i love the dancers! more than i love xiao long bao and zha jiang la mien. which is a lot :P

22 more days to block tests. OHEMGEE. 'twenty two' seems awfully short. i have a pretty clear idea of what i should be doing, but there are always too many distractions, too many excuses. pooey :(

HAHHA. i love the little old skool smileys. they're so cool. coolface!

what a lardful.

music:buried myself alive-the used
mood:laden with lard

holy. i've been without the computer (read:internet access) for a record total of 5 days. 5 days in which i'd disappeared in the perilous jungles of m'sia. heh. not exactly. anywhooo

CHINESE NEW YEAR
eh. it wasn't really fun this year. i spent the 4 days doing:
1.eating (must have put on the equivalent weight of 10 ASIAN elephants)
2.sleeping
3.watching prison break (i know i'm kinda slow, but hey. WENTWORTH MILLER is BEAUTIFUL)
4.angpow collecting
5.smiling/grimacing

i feel cheated. it wasn't really a holiday. i want a holiday. NOW.
haha. sounds like that annoying spoilt rich bitch in charlie and the chocolate factory. V-whatsherface.

ps:pictures up sometime this year. heh

valentINO.

music:baby, it's fact-hellogoodbye

mood:brave

Blood Donation

i feel like a hero today! i AM a hero, i saved THREE persons' lives! wow. aren't i just your regular life-saver?

this says that i get to annoy you &you can't retaliate!

Friendship Week

polaroids are soo cool, and you know it. "shake, shake, shake it. shake it like a polaroid pichaaa"

Valentine's

even the cafe auntie is ready for lurrveee. haha. too cute.

OHEMGEE. biology test tomorrow! and i'm missing one set of notes. just great.

a different way to drown

music:the quiet things that no one ever knows-brand new
mood:frazzeled/swamped

we kept it safe and slow
the quiet things that no one ever knows

1. An Inconvenient Truth- one word. depressing. i came out of the theatre feeling as if we could all die just about anytime. think about it. if new york, USA wasn't spared, what more SINGAPORE, that speck at the bottom of malaysia. srsly. WE ARE ALL GOING TO DROWN IN COLD SEA WATER.

2.it's kindaaaa scary how block tests are in 5 weeks. like woah. i didn't realise that we'd learnt enough to be tested. it's like. 5 weeks! 35 days! study! yes...but study what? hohums.

3.I DETEST ESSAYS OF ANY SORT. it doesn't feel nice when i can't organize my thoughts in 2 hours, let alone phrase them into anything remotely english. so an essay for me averages about...4 hours. that's right.

4.is it just me or have the homework started to pile up? let's count this
-lit essay
-geepoo essay
-chem practical report
-bio practical report
-math tutorial
-chem tutorial
-bio CHAPTER test

OHMYGEE.
&that's all the mental capacity i have for this post. blame it on the homework teachers people who decided that scholastic achievement mattered. selfish bastards.

poor annie.

music:annie waits-ben folds
mood:sleepy

and so
annie waits, annie waits, annie waits
for a call
from a friend
the same
it's the same
was it always the same?
annie waits for the last time
the clock never stops, never stops, never waits
she's growing old
it's getting late
and so he forgot, he forgot
maybe not
maybe he's been seriously hurt
would that be worse?
headlights crest the hill
shadows pass her by and out of sight
annie sees her dreams: friday bingo, pigeons in the park
annie waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
annie says you see this is why I'd rather be alone.

she waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
she waits but not for you

(know what. i like pie.)

pictureperfect

music:if we're not back in love by monday-merle haggard

mood:dreading geepoo

if we're not back in love by monday

we can't say we didn't try

just before we bury our love

let's make sure we've let die

sleep a few more nights together

say the things we used to say

if we're not back in love by monday

we can go our separate ways
know what. i have no idea what this song sounds like, but i like the lyrics. it's sad but at least they tried.

this is mostly what i go to school for:

meet bob. my ex-water bottle.

a rainbow in glory's pencil case. prettayyyy.

someone VANDALISED the table with a scribbled 'i m not a vandal'. try harder person.

&this is why i love this month:

chinese new year! (:

okay. geepee ay-kay-ay geePOO (hahah i like this way of spelling out words as they sound. my version of onomatopoeia) is screaming for attention. insufferable whiny lil bitch.

i don't swing much.

music:brothers on a hotel bed-death cab for cutie
mood:cranky

you may tire of me as our december sun is setting
because I'm not who I used to be
no longer easy on the eyes
but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
the youthful boy below
who turned your way and saw
something he was not looking for:
both a beginning and an end
but now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
when he catches his reflection on accident
on the back of a motor bike
with your arms outstretched trying to take flight
leaving everything behind
but even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
in the city where we still reside
and I have learned that even
landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
like brothers on a hotel bed
like brothers on a hotel bed
like brothers on a hotel bed
like brothers on a hotel bed

ugh. i HATE being a girl sometimes. pooey.

realised today that despite everything, i'm pretty much an IDEALIST. i could spend the day dreaming of what could be, what should be, what may be. but there's no fault in a dreamer and the dream!

&that i'm really too quick to judge sometimes. but it's okay, my conscience always gives people 2nd,3rd,4th chances.

BUT you, i can't stand YOU. like, shoo fly. you put the 'pest' in 'pestilence'. or something or rather. HAHA. Bring It On: "you put the 'd' in 'deluded'." i LOVE that movie.
anywhoo.
I DON'T LIKE YOU.growl.

ps: peeeee requested a spot on this exclusive entry: how dare you disagree with the hottness of ADAM?! there's seriously no room for anything less than HOTT. that's right. hawt with a double tee. serious shit yo'

music:somewhere in between-lifehouse
mood:preoccupied

'cause i'm waiting for tonight
been waiting for tomoroow
i'm somewhere in between

fear factor:
1.bugs
2.fungi
3.becoming an old cat lady
4.dying alone
5.mediocrity

check out the video below! it's funnnnay.

The Amazing Racist

180mph headed towards the wall

music:the approaching curve-rise against
mood:dilligent

as we were
so perfect, so happy
they'll remember
only our smiles
'cause that's all they've seen
long since dried
when we are found
are the tears in which we had drowned
as we were
so perfect, so happy

I'VE GOT A HEARTACHE!
and it really hurts. pooey. methinks my lungs are being invaded and butchered by some nasty virus.

dead poets hate me. srsly. even living ones are determined to make literature as hard for me as possible. growl.

anywhoo. MANDAYY this is for you:
Hey Amanda
Where'd you find these crazy boys this time?
They say you're pretty but you don't think they're right
Hey Amanda
While you're staring at your telephone tonight
do you feel like turning it off, turning off all of the lights?
Pin your wings down
if it's over now
Pin your wings down
just take a chance somehow
Hey Amanda
who just stole your heart away this time?
And when you're crying on your bed does he help keep you alive?
I'll take the blame if you take me home now
Cause' there's no place left for trust in all this pain
And you know when it rains in this town I get washed away
Without a sound
(pin your wings-copeland)
isn't it scary how relatable music is? WEIRD. I LIKE.

(sometimes all we need is a little [false] encouragement.)

who needs endorphins when you've got:

music:jesus christ-brand new
mood:happyhappy

things that put a smile on my face:
1.pancakes
2.sunshine-orange checkered boxers
3.GREEN
4.thick,thick stacks of notes fresh from the photocopier
5.this song. i could have it on repeat for...5 hours. &that's pretty much it.

i've been thinking, thinking actually requires some thought on our part. &i don't think it's a good sign if i have to try so hard.

I HATE MICROSOFT EXCEL. but it's okay, because it hates me too.

stereoAtypical

music:chemistry of a car crash-shiny toy guns
mood:exhausted

when people complain about how selfish, self-absorbed youths are, they obviously haven't witnessed my bus ride today. seriously. what behaviour from a SENIOR CITIZEN nontheless. tsk:851 was exceptionally crowded &i was pushed up against the side of the exit, standing in front of this particular old lady.
NOTE:i made sure i didn't touch her &
NOTE: i made sure she had PLENTY of room.
first she kicks my heel then prods my hip, pushing me forward. all this for the apparent shortage of leg room. HELLO?! has she even looked around the bus? people pushed up against each other like sardines and her leaning against the glass with her legs outstretched. seriously, wtf. &you call US selfish? i don't think so.
that old lady can have the silk fan* shoved up her crabby,stinky ass.

*chinese dance peoples went to get fans+measurements for costumes today. cin,keish,kris,manda,veeks and I ate at this pretty good "house of briyani". i like rice.
and the silk fans are prettyyyy and pretty long. i can totally see me tripping over them.

&dance today was prettyyyy much tiring.

child-like but not in innocence

music:how to save a life-the fray
mood:nostalgic

it was raining heavily today. the sky was emptying buckets upon buckets of water. to say that it was a wet day today would be a major understatement. &of all the days to be without an umbrella, this had to be one. so i called my momma &she came to the bus stop with an umbrella for me. as i waited for her, i felt like a primary school kid all over again.

&as immature as this sounds, i don't want to grow up.
at least, not yet.

all filler, not killer.

music:bonus mosh,pt 2-taking back sunday
mood:full

well it's love
make it hurt
it's love,it's love,it's love
make it hurt

disclaimer1:i'm NOT in love. i just love the words &i'm gonna save them.

dance today was pretty fun. &i looked super funky in my new maroon flared dance pants. possibly the best &worst dressed. haha cin,veeks we ALL look absolutely FLASHY.

i love chaoshaoshaoroufan. betcha can't say it as fast as i can!

disclaimer2:this is a filler for a hopefully more meaningful post to come.

waiting,waiting-capitalised,italicised,underlined&emboldened

music:the crane wife3-the decemberists
mood:hungry


And under the boughs unbowed
all clothed in the snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed
Each feather it fell from skin
'Til thread bare while she grew thin
How were my eyes so blinded?
Each feather it fell from skin
And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low
A grey sky, a bitter sting
A rain cloud, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
A grey sky, a bitter sting
AND I WILL HANG MY HEAD, HANG MY HEAD LOW



1.i'm still trying to get used to writing "2007" instead of "2006".
2.i detest waiting. it feels like it's all i ever do.
IM WAITING (wasting) A HALF OF MY LIFE AWAY.
3.i am such a hypocrite even I'M disgusted.

my watch froze, then started up again.

music:temper temper-envy on the coast

mood:tired/cranky

temper, temper

i never wanted to be...

-i loveee the way the singer croons "temper,temper"

short one. fucking literature homework that's due tomorrow. i seriously lost it! really. &only just found it. anywhoo.

school reopened. can i say that i was kindaaa excited? but the first day back was nothing out of the ordinary. it felt as if the holidays had never happened, we were just back after a weekend, back into the midst of things.

where did my HOLIDAY go?

one more year,&then some. whoop-de-fucking-doo.

this year's going something like this:

Natalie leaned in and put her elbows on the table. "Don't you ever just feel like we're chasing something? Something bigger. I don't know, it's like something only you and I can see. Like we're running, running, running?"

"Yeah," I said. "We're running alright. Running with scissors."

-running with scissors by augusten burroughs

HAPPY NEW YEAR

music:together we'll ring in the new year-motion city soundtrack

mood:content

i've got the best song for the new year!

this must be it

welcome to the new year

the drinks were consumed

the plants were destroyed

and the hors d'oeuvres dismantled...

the esplanade was packed with millions of people. it seriously felt like the whole singapore population were all squeezed in there. i was pleasantly surprised by this year's fireworks display though, it was ALMOST comparable to Sydney. &i use 'almost' loosely. but still. it was pretty!

so i guess it's time for my new year's resolutions.

1.actually keep to my new year's resolutions

2.actually stick to the diet plan and become hot(ter)

3.stop procrastinating

oookay. i think i should really be less ambitious.

-i can't wait for CHINESE NEW YEAR :) bring on the food, red packets &obnoxiously loud cny music.

the bookworm crawls by

music:motorcycle drive by-third eye blind

mood:bloated

I go home to the coast

it starts to rain

I paddle out on the water alone

Taste the salt and taste the pain

I'm not thinking of you again

Summer dies and swells rise

the sun goes down in my eyes

see this rolling wave

darkly coming to take me, home

And I never been so alone

and Ive never been so alive

i bought a book today! running with scissors by augusten burroughs. you would think, 11 years spent in the education system would have taught me how to spell the words 'scissors' , 'straight' and 'exercise' easily...but no. hell, sometimes i even have trouble spelling weird. "i before e except after c".

WHEN Augusten Burroughs was twelve, his mother (a poet with delusions of Anne Sexton) gave him away to her psychiatrist, a man who might have benefited from a touch of therapy himself. This is the story of the bizarre years Augusten spent in the doctor's dilapidated Victorian mansion, getting to know the paedophile in-patient who lived in the garden shed, eating Valium tablets like other kids eat sweeties and resorting to the vintage electroshock therapy machine to liven up those quieter moments.

i can't wait to get started.

let's keep running...

music:glass in the trees-dead poetic
mood:cold&miserable

and the glass in the trees
and all you left here
reflects everything that I missed

the common cold is possibly one of the most uncomfortable affliction. my nose won't stop running it's own marathon, my eyes keep tearing up like a sensitive new age guy at a screening of the notebook. BLEH.

anyways. yesterday was CLARAHHHHH's birthday. happy sexy seventeenth! hope you liked your pressie, more importantly, that you actually wear it out. you'll definitely be one hot mama. barbeque party was good, considering cin, mel and I (all propurrr here) were basically seated at that one same spot the entire night, stuffing our faces and watching the domestic (violence) display. &the secret santa didn't really end up remaining secret in the end. oh wells. GINGERBREAD COOKIES ARE YUM.

oh yes. shopping yesterday too, with cin. i got a pair of funky TEAL heels. and she, fishbowl shorts+lace leggings. LMFAO.

i love rain..indoors.
outdoors--not so much.

ps:im SORTA done with homework. 6 more days to go.

HAPPY XMASTIME.

music:divine intervention-taking back sunday

mood: nauseous :(

all of those flavours and this is what you choose

past the blues, past the blues

and on to something new

something real

make it timeless

an act of god and nothing less will be accepted

so if you're calling me out

then count me out.

wow. they're pretty good, as much as i would like to deny it. being called a calculating albeit a warm-hearted bitch isn't so easy on the ears. oh wells. at least i'm super at cuddling.

"you don't choose your family" how true. extended families are like a long, drawn-out punishment.

anyway. xmastime. can you say PRESENTS?! fuck yeah.

ps: i changed my layout! the theme:robots. like, duh.

i've got this store bought way of saying i'm okay

music:all u can eat-ben folds

mood:hungry :)

i am soo sorry nietz. haha i know this has been a long time overdue.

see here peoples. these are the testaments to our friendship (gotta eat the cheesy) and the reliability of CANADIAN airmail. hohos. thanks muchos for the wonderful surprise. maybe next year you won't have to mail something over...fingers crossed for a visit yeah? oh &get well FAST. rest &drinks lots of water, beat those nasty lil buggers.

&here, is lyrical genius at work. I LOVE BEN FOLDS.. &his dorky glasses.

So I'm lookin' at all the people in this restaurant

What do you think they weigh

And out the window to the parking lot

At their SUVs taking all of the space

They give no fuck

They talk as loud as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there's enough for them

Gonna get on the microphone down at Wal-Mart

Talk about some shit that's been on my mind

Talk about the state of this great nation of ours

People, look to you left, yeah, look to your right

They give no fuck

They buy as much as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there's enough for them

So I'm looking at the people lining up for plastic

Wouldn't you like to see them in the National Geographic

Squatting bare-assed in the dirt eating rice from a bowl

With a towel on their head and maybe a bone in their nose

See that asshole with the peace sign on his license plate

Giving me the finger and running me out of his lane

God made us number one cause he loves us the best

Well maybe he should go bless someone else for a while

give us a rest

We've eaten all we can eat

don't be afraid of the leper.

music:the waffle song-adam lazzara
mood:whiny

IM FREAKING HIDEOUS! i'm now shedding like a SNAKE. i'm just gonna hide myself from the world and never appear before it everrrrr again. (woah. drama much?)
IM GHASTLY!

eragon
go watch. it's surprisingly pretty good. think LOTR. but better. okayyy maybe not A LOT better, but hey, dragons are pretty nifty. i'm SOLD. &i can't wait for the sequel next...whenever it comes out. did i mention i LIKE dragons?

i don't know what you heard about me
but i'm a fucking TREND P. I. M. P!
hahahaha. that's right. i pimp trends.

edit--apparently there WERE dragons in LOTR too. damnit. guess LOTR does win hands down. but still. eragon has got waaaayyy more fluff than LOTR.

i ain't see no waffles
and i think that's just bullshit
i ain' see no waffles
cos there ain't no waffles in belgiummmmmm
-now i've got a craving for them.

obsessions? i've got some.

music:a lifetime-better than ezra
mood:bloated

holy crapola. i am peeling like a banana faster than you can, well, peel a banana. &although i recoil at the stomach-upheaving sight of it, i can't help but to push the natural peeling process along. cue my upper dermis littering the floor. can you say eww?

spent the day with BFF todayyyy. haha. a good part of it was spent poring over a certain someone's blog. it's so fascinating. which brings me to my next point. how can anyone feel absolutely secure about anything they (personally) post on their blog? how can you put your heart, on your sleeve &on display up here, for people you don't know to laugh and point at. so i'm guilty of both. besides, it's so much more fun laughing at others &feigning ignorance.

snakes on a plane. that has got to be the most obvious title ever. seriously, try to top that. anyhow. it's true, it's really not that great a movie. but you should probably watch it anyway. it's pretty revolting but strangely hooking too. haha i love the scene in the bathroom where the guy's taking a piss and the snake latches onto his appendage. ouch. gotta hurt like a mofo. most memorable line: "i'm sick of the motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane!" me too, me too.

holiday from real

music:lynette's holiday mix '06

mood:wheeeeeeee.

a holiday to bali dictates picture after picture of a picturesque beach. so im just following my orders. hold your breath now.

sunsets in slow motion

this basically sums up my entire bali trip. total rest&relaxation.

i tried several new things though. snorkeling&white water rafting. funfunfun.

and guess what! i've got a tan to make anyone jealous. okay. it's not so much as tan as a BURN. but, whatever. at least i'm no longer WHITE (and nerdy!) but it freaking burns like a mofo.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

finally, i'm letting go of all my downer thoughts

so in no time there'll be one less sad robot

looking for a chance to be more than just metal (ms. delaney-jack's mannequin)

i make plans to break plans

and i've been planning something big (the phrase that pays-the academy is)

we could live through these letters

or forget it altogether

see the months they don't matter

it's the days i can't take

when the hours move to minutes

and i'm seconds away (new american classic-taking back sunday)

hold on to the corners of today

and we'll fold it up to save until it's needed (watermark-the weakerthans)

pretty little songs with dirty little words

ps: holy crapola. holiday homework. not done.

secrets are tailored trouble

music:liar(it takes one to know one)-taking back sunday
mood:sleepy

liar (liar)

if we're keeping score

we're all choir boys at best

intrusive and arrogant

HEY. HEY.

adam lazzara=butt sexiest voice ever.

i've found my hidden talent: knowing the correct things to say and when.
too bad they don't see the sardonic smirk that accompanies.

Bali in 2 days! i am sooo gonna get that elusive tan. you can "bet your bottom dollar" on it.

i'm an addict for dramatics

i confuse the two for love

i don't mind (:

this rant officially certifies me as a true blue blogger.

music:don't believe-letter kills
mood:fricking pissed off

WTF. seriously. whatthefuck.
firstly, (insert subject here) holiday homework given by (insert school here) (insert profession here). a whole fricking paper. like, a full exam paper.
secondly, they expect us to fricking print out the entire paper?! by ourselves. all TWENTY FIVE PLUS pages.
thirdly, printer ink doesn't cost as little as a vanilla ice cream from macd's. okay. not a very good comparison, considering the "cone" only costs 50c. but still.

holiday,schmoliday.
(i feel so cheated.)

don't believe in me

don't believe in me

'cause I will let you down

I will let you!

so entirely apt in all of this. scream with me.

"change comes from our heads, not our pockets"

music:existentialism on prom night-straylight run
mood:chirpy

sing me something soft

sad and delicate

or loud and out of key

sing me anything

heh. this song is strangely nostalgic. reminds me of my pre-Olevel state. (or maybe pre-er) i love how easy it is to attach sights,smells&thoughts to songs. music saves you!
(haha. i think i used to be an all indie-fied music snob. trust when i say i was that bad-- i sneered at the radio.)

anywhoot. i need to get off my ass and on to homework. i don't understand why teachers even give holiday homework. it's pretty damn obvious it doesn't, can't exist. simply because homework and holiday do not go together. at all. am i right? don't answer.
(the following proves why holiday homework never gets done. or even attempted.)

GUESS WHAT!
white&nerdy live! click to watch.
it's freaking hilarious, more so because it's performed LIVE. haha i totally dig the motorised scooters. WEIRD AL is genius.

i've found my inner domestic goddess! OHKAY. it doesn't so much revolve around the kitchen, or even anywhere near it. BUT. i'm hooked on cooking shows! jamie oliver, nigella whatserface..they're magic! rather, they WORK magic. teevee like that is delectable.

i can't wait for grey's (gray?) anatomy tonight! i was reluctant to join the legions of fans..but it has proved worthy--of my time. and i like christina yang. she's so wonderfully complicated.

sing like you think no one's listening

dancincompetence.

music:love hurts-incubus
mood:gleeful

candylove makes me go weak at the knees :)

and look at all the pretty colours!

know what else is absolute love? MIAMI INK. after watching this, you'll have a new-found respect for tattoo artists. they DON'T just trace/stencil shit, they actually ARE artists. with attitude and a sense of humour thrown in. discovery travel&living, 11pm, sunday nights. be there.

do you hide behind the dance, or does it reveal more than you want it to? they say dance is a form of expression but it could really swing both ways. it's only too easy to cower behind the all too beautiful smile, the performance.
it's just too bad that this is all i know.

keep living The Letdown.

they are false and brief advertisements...

music:false advertising-bright eyes
mood:-____- (haha)


On a string, I was held
The way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above
So I swing and I sway
Wave my hand, kick my leg
And it is always right with the music
--they are brief and false advertisements for...
know what. conor oberst is wonderful.


risque
in short, we got owned. pwned, whatever. i mean seriously, double pirouettes and semi-tight choreography can only get you somewhere in the mean, free-stylin' alleys of hiphop. oh wells. at least we were 2nd/3rd. out of three groups. sooo im figuring, last. at least we had fun.


hallmark
call me a sucker for fluff, but you can't deny the mushy cliches that keep playing. this time, i caught "love comes softly". okay. so i only watched the last quarter of the show. but it was good. my favourite part,
"love isn't always fireworks. love sometimes just comes softly."
(disclaimer:don't quote me on this, i don't quote well myself.)
and i don't really want to watch the first 3 quarters. SPOILER!


i hate not understanding.

white&nerdy!

music:white and nerdy-weird al yankovic
mood:pumped

my MySpace page is all totally pimped out
got people beggin' for my top eight spaces
yo, I know pi to a thousand places
ain't got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a wiz at minesweeper
I could play for days
once you've see my sweet moves
you're gonna stay amazed
my fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze
I'm nerdy in the extreme and
whiter than sour cream
I was in AV club and glee club
and even the chess team
only question I ever thought was hard
was "Do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?"
spend every weekend at the Renaissance Fair
got my name on my underwear
they see me strollin',they laughin'
and rollin' their eyes cause
I'm so white and nerdy

+hahaha. i LOVE weird al.
+did some (if you count 7 hours as some) shopping with the mother today. i totally swear by shopping with the mother, it's like shopping with someone else's credit card, but better.
+shopping tomorrow with chew! call me out on it, but there's something about shopping for stationery that's just sooo appealing.
i have a fetish for stationery, and it's dead sexy.

sometimes i feel like i could just live inside my head.

other death

music:stable song-death cab for cutie
mood:solemn

time for the final bow
rows of deserted houses
all our stable mates highway bound

the security guard died this evening. he didn't past away (passing away would imply slipping gently into darkness), he died. of course this news was followed by the usual shock at the cold abruptness of an end, the guilt for going out of my(his) way to avoid him and the cliche reflection on the fragility of life. tomorrow, in the guard house will be seated his permanent substitute.

on a lighter note, im now officially adopting this as my motto in life--
live fast, die old.

ALLEGEDLY.

music:say anything (else)-cartel
mood:awake

20November
i turned seventeen. along with keisha and mel. keish and i blew out little candles on little cupcakes. dinner with mel and og-ers was fun. oh i made a kickass cottoncandy twirler. thanks for the present peoples.
seventeen doesn't feel any different from sixteen, or ten. it just means less candles on a smaller, monochrome cake. maybe we just wanted mickey to dance on our cream, and to lick cake crumbs off our plates.
also, i wasted 3 wishes.

21November
surge @MOS with manda,keisha,veekay,xinyi. i'd initially thought the "fight" was stupid, but found myself rooting for the CONSIDERABLY hotter&cuter guy. something about rugby boys. it was pretty fun, with the exception of the sore feet and crowd(an understatement).

22November
surprisingly we were able to get up and last throughout dance practice today! 9-5. amazing. after ms wee's class our arms were aching so bad, they were shaking. oh wells. let's take comfort in knowing we've sorta worked.

BOYS ARE COMPLICATED.
my new favourite word:ALLEGEDLY.

self-empowerment=roar.

music:learn to live with what you are-ben folds/love me or hate me-lady sovereign
mood:estatic (2 more days!)
and now that gig is up, the spell is broken
the fat lady's sung, the president has spoken
these days that you were waiting for will come and go
like any day, just another day
there's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
while the world is watching
all you need is the thing you've forgotten
and that's to learn to live with what you are
-i love ben folds. he owns BITCHES! plus the cover of dr. dre's 'bitches ain't shit'.
love me or hate me, its still an obsession
love me or hate me, that is the question
if you love me then
thank you
if you hate me then
FUCK YOU
-hahaha. this song, coupled with its music video just cracks me up. it doesn't help further, that it's just soo sing-able.

thursday:didnt do shitttt. attempted some math holiday homework. i don't think it helps that i can only do 1 out of every 5 questions attempted. (note: i only tried 5) talk about feeling demoralised, defeated by math. WEAK.
friday:dance-->learnt some combis, enough to make my head swirl. shopped a little with cindayyy. HAHA. HAHA. how embarrassing. who knew cloth could be sooo confusing. I LOVE COOKIES<3
saturday:went in to malaysia. finally found something i actually liked. ate shitloads of food.


forgive me if i go overboard with these little suckers. they were simply the perfect cure for boredom, cute too.
& finally-
teehee. frankiero is LOVE.

birthday-5 more days

music:emaline-ben folds five
mood:my butt aches.

another birthday story. its an excerpt, but try to follow it.
&this is all a build up to YOU-KNOW-WHO's birthday. please, deal with a little narcissism here. you know you take it in shots anyway.

The man drove home from the hospital. He drove the streets faster than he should. It had been a good life till now. There had been work, fatherhood, family. The man had been lucky and happy. But fear made him want a bath.

He pulled into the driveway. He sat in the car trying to make his legs work. The child had been hit by a car and he was in the hospital, but he was going to be all right. The man got out of the car and went up to the door. The dog was barking and the telephone was ringing. It kept ringing while the man unlocked the door and felt the wall for the light switch.

He picked up the receiver. He said,"I just got in the door!"
"There's a cake that wasn't picked up."
This is what the voice on the other end said.
"What are you saying?" the father said.
"The cake," the voice said. "Sixteen dollars."
The husband held the receiver against his ear, trying to understand. He said,"I don't know anything about it."
(The Bath-Raymond Carver)
ps:the man's kid is the birthday boy who also happens to be the child hanging on precariously in the ICU.
also, its weird how we all have this fascination with death,disease and disaster.

dance-my brain is FRIED.

birthday special!

music:car crash love-ambry
mood:happy

this is an excerpt from a beautiful birthday story, leading up to SOMEBODY SPECIAL's birthday. haha. enjoy.

Inside the kitchen she raised the glass cover and took out last week's cake. The air that had been under the glass smelled sweet and ripe. The cake had not been touched; it mights have been a clay model of the new one. As she carried it to the trash, tips of chocolate frosting broke off and scattered on the floor like shards of pottery.

She swept up the pieces, washed the smudges of frosting from the cake stand with a sponge, then opened the bakery box, removed the new cake and put it under the glass cover. It was dark outside, and in the hills around the city the lights in the windows of hundreds of houses glowed like the tiny white bulbs in the branches of a Christmas tree.

She thought of her children; they were up in those hills, eating dinner with their own children--those light-skinned boys and girls who shrank from their nana's hugs, kept their jackets on, and whispered to each other until it was time to leave. It was cold hear the window; she shivered and stepped away.She sat at the kitchen table, beneath the photos of Nico and the children. She looked at the door, wishing, as she did each time, that there might be a knock, or that it might just swing open, and one of them, just one of them, might be there.
(the birthday cake-daniel lyons)

i know this isn't your run-of-the-mill-esque birthday stories, but it makes it all the more special. and now i know i've got 48 more years before i turn into that lonely old woman.

(CINDAYYY i love you muchos! but i love pizza more. HAHAHA.)

ride

music:there's a class for this-cute is what we aim for
mood:satisfied

drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

i may be ugly but they sure love to stare

i)why do we do this?
-because we can't really afford to make enemies
ii)& they call this wishful thinking.
iii)rollerbladded the length of east coast park today with manda,jun&mau. okayyy so it was only half its entire length. but whatever,factor in the trip to and back. running in the rain was entertaining,more so for the people INDOORS than us.
iv)i don't like downpours, it changes the sea to something dark and threatening.

meaningless update.

music:smile like you mean it-the killers
mood:just peachy


1. changed my layout. its kinda dull, with the grey skies, grey and white colour schemes, but it feels right. this is probably temporary though, knowing my oh-so-fickle nature.

2. some people are so delusional it's laughable. i'm sorry, but it just is.

3. watched the prestige! with cynnnnnthia. I HAD FUN. (haha) i swear i am never gonna touch popcorn again, at least for another full month. &combo 2(medium popcorn,pepsi) is no longer an option for me. it's scary how deadly rivalry can become.

4. my wallet is starting to feel the pinch. i think i should just keep it closed.

5. dance tomorrow! yay.

smile like you mean it
-but how often do we?

grumpyfrumpymumpy

music:155-plus 44
mood:grumpy


--but the skies are still gray


1)the covenant
holy shit. watch it. not for the plot (which was SOMEWHAT lacking), but the scrumptious bods. haha but it did have its comedic moments:
the (hot) guys use witchcraft (apparently not all witches are bitches) to drive the car over the cliff's edge then levitate it, one dude says:"harry potter can kiss my ass" hahaha.

2)rant
theres this community thing on livejournal supposedly a support group for corpulent chicks. CHUBBAWUBS. or something. get this: to be a member of this SUPPORT GROUP you need to submit an application (basically an interview) which, needs to be approved. AND. some girls were rejected because they a)weren't fat enough or b)weren't pretty enough. what the fuck?! hellooo. these girls already have weight issues, do you really think they need image issues as well? i say fuck you man. stupid fat,judgemental freaks. so much for being a support group.

3)PW
time and time again, this dreaded two-letter word (i don't care) has proven that it is not just a thorn in my side (cue quicksand "thorn in my side") BUT the complete bane of my existence. and i swear im not being dramatic at all here. not in the slightest sense.