Love me tender.
Listening to Elvis now. Well not really Elvis himself (he's long gone), but one of his songs. "Love me tender". Lovely song. Now I understand why he twas such the heartbreaker. As in he breaks hearts while singing, in a good way. Hahaha now that relates to "heartbreak hotel". Hmmm.... he does look kinds sensual while singing. His daughter is definitely a far Far FAR cry from him. Though they both have the same shocking bleu eyes :)
Anyway, my point in (finally) blogging today, is to say this line : I spout a lot a lot a lot a lot of nonsense when I am nervous. So, do not take anything that I say to you or anyone, for that instance, seriously, when I am backstage. I tend to repeat myself too, and I repeat NONSENSE. So yes, bottom line is DO NOT LISTEN TO ME WHEN I AM NERVOUS.
Points to note on Monday: I'll be wearing au-naturel blusher. It'll be vair vair vair red. I think that I'll look like a baboon's bottom. EEK!
:I will be freaking out and I'll feel like shitting in my pants.
:I will be trembly all over.
:I'M ALREADY GETTING NERVOUS THINKING ABOUT IT.
All I want is for the performance(s) to go well. OH NO. I just had another scary thought. WHAT IF I TRIP AND FALL WHILE I'M WALKING DOWN FROM THE STAGE TOGETHER WITH ALL THE OTHER COUNCILLORS?!??! LIKE I FALL DOWN THE STEPS AND I FALL ON MY FACE AND THERE'S A CAMERMAN THERE AND I GET A PICTURE TAKEN OF THE PRICELESS MOMENT AND omg.
Shall not scare myself any further.
Goodbye world.
Labels: couldn't talk.so nerve-wrecking. Sucked up froot loops there secretly too, though it wasn't all that secretive when I crunched my first crunch. It was bloody loud., Went to library to study today
911!
I'm just, you know, waiting around for my file to finish being sent at this hour of the day.
Alone.
Everyone else is sleeping.
Except me.
Boo hoo.
ARGH. E-learning tomorrow, I'd soooooooooo much rather have school. Except for the wake-up-early part.
I want to sleep!
Furthermore, I've still got science test to study for, which I haven't, so yes.
All the best Arista, All the best.
Life is grim.
201
Nothing much to say about today, except that I thought that Jiashen was nice when he saved zixian and I from the further doom of detention.
For ONCE. I thought that he was friendly :)
So yes, and I'm supposed to be drafting the parent's letter for Loo-loo-poo-poo. She's a pretty smart teacher. Just goes to show that you can't judge a person by his/her behaviour and looks. Well then, WHAT DO YOU THEN JUDGE A PERSON BY?!?!
I'm done with questioning myself.
Goodnight Omnis.
200
My 200th post.
Okok, I've got 2 minutes to do this.
Dinner with some pastor from Burma, very nice guy. He looked and behaved as if he just found a long-lost family member when he found out that my sister was a left-hander.
We ate zi char, with my favourite tofu. Mmmmm mmmm. Plus butter prawns. And friend mantous
Then he came to our house and Gosh, it was terrible in his hometown, the environment.
I have learnt to treasure everything better.
Hmm.
tuition oh my mama.
Tuition is officially going to start in 21 mins.
I am soooooooooooooooooooo NOT looking forward to it. Yet again. I was supposed to be taught the topic of evaporation condensation...etc, but I just had to forget to bring home my science file. Right, that means that I have to copy the answers for the ws on monday. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Anyway, so yes, tuition. Shall have to be taught menstruation,oops sorry, mensuration. After that, I'm going to relax with a fresh new tub of B&J and play virtual villagers. Yup, that's how lifeless I am.
Still hoping for a last minute tuition cancellation.
toothbrush.
Oh yes, on a much, much lighter note, tell ya guys something that happened today.
As some of you know, I had a dental appointment today. So yes, told dad to come fetch me at 4.00. He told me 4.15. Ok. Then I called him after training, he said that he was at the dentist. Had a fit and then asked him to zoom back to school at the speed of lightning, so yes, was left with the sad, sad task of telling Agnes from my dental clinic that I was going to be late. Decided to text her, safer. Then yes, reached at 4:58, when my appointment was supposed to be 4.40. Had to wait for some boy to (FINALLY!) take off his braces. Lucky arse. Browsed through some magazine called"the peak" the finer things in life. *snort* It makes you wanna cry just be looking at the stuff on it. Why, they had issues on 4-seater Lotus(es), jewellery which could buy me 2 condos, (or maybe even 4), pjs, which cost thousands of dollars(branded, e.g Louis Vuitton...etc.) -RIDICULOUS. The heading was "Having a quiet night alone?Why, there's no reason to look sloppy". Like wth, looking un-sloppy could even buy me a house. Or lots and lots of good food. So yes anyway, so my shoes were caked with mud and soil, so after my appointment was over, sat down on one of the couches and waited for dad. Noticed that I had left soil everywhere. Decided to read a magazine un-conspicuously, but then all of a sudden, agnes said " WHAT ARE ALL THESE THINGS ON THE FLOOR?" Goodness, my eyes nearly bulged out like Ganesh's. (btww, found out that Ganesh is actually an indian god.) Then she said to herself"wonder who's shoes did these come from..." God, my toes were shrinking in my shoes. Wanted to walk into the "operation" room to tell dad that I was gonna go find mum, but NO! Agnes was still looking at me. Was glued on the couch for a good 10 minutes before the phone rang and she was distracted momentarily. Ran to tell dad, then made an appointment for next month, zoomed out of the clinic. SAFE! (the soil that I left behind really was very conspicuous.) So yeah, thought everything would be alright, but when dad came, he told me that Agnes knew that it was from my shoe. GAWD. I wanted to shrivel up and die right there and then, in the middle of John Little. How am I possibly going to face her next month??!?!?! Will she remember?? Goodness. Only God knows.
Alrighty then , that's about it for today!
Catch ya guys sometime later on a wave.
:) toodle-poodles.
why are coloured people slaves?
Friday shall now be un-officially made "eat-out day" or "delicacy digesting day". DDD, for short.
Anyway, so yes, today for dinner, we had..... CHAPATI! together with keema, curry chicken, potato mix (with caluliflowers) and lady's finger mixed with cabbage. Scrumptous, for a cheap kopitiam fare. What was really ironic was that this chapati shop was directly opposite to this resteraunt selling North Indian food (Very, very GOOD North Indian food), BUT! It was much, much, much cheaper and even almost on the same wavelength of delicious-ness. Huh. The person (from the resteraunt) even had to go after people to persuade them to eat at their resteraunt and to take their fliers. Meanwhile, the owners of the chapati shop just had to sit and wait for customers to start flooding in. That's why I say that good Indian food doesn't necessarily have to be expensive to taste nice.
Anyway,so yeah, the keema (minced lamb with peas and potatoes i think) was preeeetty good, but still uncomparable with the resteraunt's. Like DUH, the resteraunt's peas are crunchy, but yet burst forth with the lamb-ish goodness. Yum yum. The other dishes weren't too bad either; satisfying. Now the chapati was GOOD. Not too chewy, not to crunchy. Not oily at all either, like the one I tasted a long long time ago. Cheap and yet filling. That's why chapati and naan were usually bought by the poor in the olden days of India, as it was cheap and filling. People could survive on a naan for the whole day. WHICH, leads us to the topic discussed in the car by mum,dad and I. We were talking about Nothern Indians and Southern Indians. Apparently, Nothern Indians are the a)whiter ones b)more privileged ones c)richer ones d)usually more attractive ones e)Better-in-everything-ones compared to the Southern Indians. Why? Because the Brits were in charge of them once. That's why they are fairer-skinned. Ever noticed how fairer-skinned Indians usually look more Western-ish? Yup. So it all leads to the Brits. Yet again.The ones who think that whites are the superior-est one of them all. What poopycock. Everybody is equal! What, just because they are white means they are the best? Well then, vamps or snow white would be even better!
Who even came up with the idea that whites were superior and coloured men were destined to be slaves all their lives? Take a look at all those foreign workers who come from India to work for us, and the Africans, the negroes. Why Do They All Have To Be Slaves? I mean, if the coloured people were the ones who were more sly and crafty, they would have started the trend that whites were gonna be slaves forever. But NO! Did they?
Why is it that everything that has been through the hands of whites are better? Is it because they possess such charisma that they brainwashed the world to adorn onto them?
.
There is truly no such thing as democracy and racial harmony. What all of them have been spouting are just lies.
Why, I heard 2 persons in Little India say "Indians like gold a lot." "Yes of course! They need the gold to make them shiny.(brighter). " What is the world coming to.
196.
I assure all of you all who are speculating about Valencia's and my blog, that we are absolutely ABSOLUTELY NOT talking about the whole class. We were just referring to those who were involved in the bombing scandal, so unless you are involved DIRECTLY, then you shouldn't have the need to feel angry or displeased towards us. If you think that we're insulting you or looking down on you,well then, you couldn't possibly be more wrong. Like the sentence above said, we were only directing the post to the bombers. If you think that we're looking down on you, well then you ARE the ones who are looking down on yourselves. Nobody's looking down on you; you are what you make yourself to be. Therefore, in conclusion, I say that we never meant for any harm or anything to happen, so yes, so sorry for any inconvenience caused.
On a lighter note, I think that I'm getting drunk eating an apple. Hmm, weird.
Love is often won over by ignorance.
tomatoes are blood blue.
Why is the world so terribly immature?
Shall not elaborate. Bottom line is: WE WEREN'T MENTIONING THE WHOLE OF YE CLASSES. IF YOU WERE TO READ BETWEEN AND ON THE LINES, YOU WOULD KNOW.
Whatever, anyway, cannot possibly bother myself with such trivial things. Nothing can stop me from enjoying life.
Perhaps its all the stress of the world that's getting to them.
Song of the day should just about explain almost everything.
Enjoy.
Btw, I may have almost gotten chicken pox.Am spotty everywhere, not pimply, spotty. Like mosquito bites, except that there weren't any mosquitoes.
If I don't get well by tomorrow, I shall have to wear a mask to school, to prevent innocent passer-bys from being scared out of their knickers by just looking at me.
I seriously feel like setting my face on fire.
Here's another song for the radio
Life isn't fair for the people who care
Stick your nose in the air and that's how you go far
So go tell your lovers, your fathers and brothers
Your sisters and mothers how lucky they are
Light speed, out of my mind
I'm hurt, but I'll be fine
Put you fist in the air,
Raise your voice and declare,
Singing: We don't care,
(We don't care)
We don't care
(We don't care)
So here's another song for the radio
And here's another line from the heart
So don't pretend you hate us when you sing along
'Cuz we all look the same in the dark
L.A temptations, or music sensations
There's great expectations that weigh on our heads
So here's to the liars who dream and conspire
Against the admired, we hope you drop dead
Light speed, out of my mind
I'm hurt, but I'll be fine
Put you fist on your chest,
Raise your voice and protest,
Singing: We don't care,
(We don't care)
We don't care
(We don't care)
So here's another song for the radio
And here's another line from the heart
So don't pretend you hate us when we sing our songs
'Cuz we all look the same in the dark
We don't, we don't care
We don't, we don't care
We don't, we don't care
We don't, we don't care
Here's one for the radio
Here's one for the radio
Here's one for the radio
(one for the radio)
Here's one for the radio
So here's another song for the radio
And here's another line from the heart
So don't pretend you hate us when we sing our songs
'Cuz we all look the same in the dark
Here's another song for the radio
(song for the radio)
Here's another line from the heart
(o o o o)
So don't pretend you hate us when you sing along
'Cuz we all look the same in the dark
(from the radio)
'Cuz we all look the same, we all look the same in the dark
(from the radio)
'Cuz we all look the same, we all look the same in the dark
it just sounds disgusting whenyou say it.
I saw a man with a mustache spreading from his upper lip to both sides of his cheek. About 3/4 of his cheeks.
All I can say is, he's the more extreme version of Ganesh.
He belongs to Ganesh's tribe too, just like all those workers who walk around the school sporting a mustache.
It's working!
aiyaya.
Well, at least something fun/funny happened today. FINALLY!! You might scream, and so I did.
So today I went to buy shampoo, and I asked the salesperson if they had shampoo for my hair type.
Her face totally lit up and then yeah, blablabla.
When I was done paying, she asked me if I was in secondary 2, I said yeah, then she said i was from beatty yea?
OMG. I must have looked as shell-shocked as I felt because she chuckled at this and said that she was a fortune teller.
Huh.
Then why would she be working in a store selling shampoo?
That is the question.
Even though we have no shared memories,
Looking at your back is also a source of happiness to me.
its like that everywhere. Blogger is booger now.
Ice-cream theraphy did work.
Sort of. For about 5 minutes.
Then everything wore off.
Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh.
Useless. Absolutely useless.
How am I supposed to get through the weekend like this???!?!?!
God save me, please. (At least I still have 2 tubs of chocolate chip and cookie dough&chunky monkey.:) )
Anyway, so yes, dinner was pleasant, ice-creamo was bravo and I am feeling very, very, very low.
Blablablablablabla.
Bleah, there's church practice tomorrow. Mum's being very huffy about it.
Things that I did today: count that it was 5 times
: Wrote the WORST essay ever in this year.
: Is prepared for the worst of the worst. or creme de la flop. (referring to history test)
: Is going to stay up late tonight to study math.
:Since I can't sleep, might as well make full use of the time that I'm awake.
It was and IS horrible.
When life throws lemons at you, you make lemonade outta it.
Life is undeniably getting harder.
Feel like giving up, but can't; would make a total spectacle of myself.
Going to binge on Ben&Jerry's ice-cream today. The diet can go feck itself.
Even more positive thing: Dinner at B&J tonight.
So, ice-cream+dinner. Not too bad. Shall try something different tonight;)
WHEN LIFE THROWS LEMONS AT YOU, YOU MAKE LEMONADE OUTTA IT. -that's what Imma do.
I'm hoping to see you there.
oolala.
Sigh, sigh sigh is all that I can do all day.
Because I miss you so.
erlackapongos.
Things that I did today: Go through an undeniably hard day of school.
: Starved during lunch.
: Was mad at fate for denying my lunch privileges.
: Went home and did some internet stuff. Basically maintaining my social life online.
: Realised that there were actually cookies and ate some.
: Talked to Valencia on the phone, with sis interrupting our once-pleasant convo.
: Took a shower.
: Felt entirely ravenous again and scarfed down more cookies.
: Looked into the mirror and realised that I was on the premature stage of balding-ness. You wish.
: REALISED THAT MY EYESIGHT WAS INCREASING!!!!!!!
Therefore, the bottom line(literally) is: MY EYESIGHT IS INCREASING. Therefore, I shall be abstaining from too much intellectual and eyesight-increasing activities, which sadly, includes abstaining from blogging and msn. Lovely. Alright then, shall go watch some tv (0.o) FOR THE LAST TIME ,and then go scarf down some more cookies.
At this rate that I'm going, it won't be long before I turn into a cookie myself. Or eek! Gain back all the weight that I have tried so hard to lose.
Though I did see some diet-friendly cookie recipes online the other day....
champagne. -Duval Leroy.
Ok, so yesterday was National Day. Nothing much really happened, except that 64% of the nation was swathed in either red, white or red and white. I wasn't one of them, so it's ok. However, things did happen. Like.... My family and I baked? (For the second time in my whole entire confounded life! Surprise surprise...) It was really bondifying, except for the part where my family only consisted of my sister and I. With some occasional appearances by my mum during washing up time. My dad just locked himself up in the room studying the bible. As usual.
So anyway, we baked M&M cookies and Mud cookies. The M&M cookies were lovely, but the mud one was well, er....just plain muddy. There was burnt chocolate in them. How do you even melt chocolate anyway? Maybe the melting only works for choco bars, and not choco chips. -mine. "Melt the morsels in the oven for about 1 minute, stirring every 30 seconds" That's what the recipe said. I should've guessed that the person/recipe was unreliable. Who even uses the word "morsels" in recipes??? It sounds way too outlandish.
So yep, the chocolate was burnt and in it went into the batter. Then since we couldn't find any (pure) milk chocolate at home, we had to use mocha flavored ones. Ewwwwwwwwww. So yes, in it went into the batter too. Mix,mix,mix, bake bake bake, EW. The cookies looked like the guy from Fantastic 4, you know, the one who has cracked orangey skin and stuff? Yea, except that it was brown. *shudder* Oh well, I guess that's just what you get from an entirely unreliable recipe. "The next time your kid throws a tantrum, throw these cookies into his milk and see him finish the milk, all the way to the very last drop!" If I were the kid, I would much rather set my face on fire than to drink that junk.
So anyway, yes. Then went to uncle's coffee-shop to have dinner. Stars of the meal: My dead ah ma's huang jiang ji and salmon sashimi!! -Not very fresh though. Texture=frozen and rough. Not good. But I am sated. Then the whole coffee-ship and family watched the NDP parade on tv, sis and I pledged. :)
Yup, then went home and ate so many cookies that my poop today was full of undigested M&Ms. Joking. Exchanged mud cookies for a bottle of champagne with my aunt , it was lovely. ;)
Alright then, I shall be off to finish some more cookies. Help, anybody? (only applies to mud cookies.)
piakpiakpiakpiak.
Heigh ho a merry ho, that's a loser's life for you.
Yup, that's ESPECIALLY to those who tried (but were unsuccessful) to bomb 2e2's booth. :P What pathetic imbile-ic ingrates. Like per-lease, if you really wanted to assassinate us, you could do it in a more subtle way. Or do they actually lack the brains to do so? I highly think so. Secondly. They are thoughtless (literally),selfish, stupid, Irresponsible idiots who brought down their whole class with them. Those who were innocent had to actually pay for those idiots' actions, together with them. Huh. Talk about dumbness-galore. For those of you who haven't a clue what I'm prattling on about, well here's the FULL story. Of e4's treachery. Here we go:
As you all know very well, Friday was NDP celebration day, or better known as: THE DAY E4 COMPETED AGAINST E2 IN THE SALES OF FOODSTUFFS.
Lovely competition it was, with e4 selling stuff like marshmallows and ice-cream, and e2 selling stuff like (awesome!) COOKIES, INSTANT NOODLES, SODAS (which were a huge knockout), SNACKS and miscellaneous. We, the citizens of e2, were just doing marvellously selling our items DECENTLY, when all of a sudden, we saw some e4 boys putting some bottle NEXT to our booth. Immediately assumed/KNEW that it was a bomb, because: A) It was fizzing. B)It was expanding by the second. The bottle I mean. C) Err….. From my super-genius-always growing-science-programme-infested-general knowledge-sister-who-always-preached-about-chemical-reactions-all-knowing-brain, I KNEW at once that it was A BOMB. +, judging by the body-language of the boys (suspicious, and pushing the bomb closer), yup, it was pretty easy to infer what was going on. So anyway, back to the topic. Somebody shouted “a bomb!”, then the quick-thinking, authority holding Mrs Samsol (Weird surname huh?) told the boys to feck off and she stuffed the bottle in their mouths, and BOOM! They exploded into a million little pieces and were never seen again. As if. Mrs.S told them to throw the bottle away and they said : how? Like duh, grab it and fling it somewhere else before you explode along with the bomb! So yea, they threw it in the dustbin and seconds later, BOOM!!
The darn bomb exploded. In the dustbin, thankfully. Imagine if it were actually right next to us, I think that those of us who were helping at the drinks stall (mainly Valencia, Meichen, Haeli, Zixian and I) WOULD HAVE BEEN EITHER DISFIGURED OR HURT. BADLY. So yes, then e4 (not all of them) clapped like the number of times a bird flaps its wings when it flies. So then Mr Singh came and HAHAHAHA , they partially got what they deserved. The (Whole?) class apologised to our class and those terrorists-in-making apologised to us too. Well some of them anyway, there were some stubborn ones who denied their partake in the explosion and some refused to apologise. Shili got away easy, Clement addressed him in private. So totally unfair. :P Anyway, all’s well that ends well, E2 EARNED $568 (approx)!!!! Minus-ing the cost price, we earnt $401. Not bad huh? :D
Alright, so the moral of the story is : Do unto others what you would want them to do to you. Or rather, THE GOOD GUYS ALWAYS WIN IN THE END, or my favourite: 恶有恶报，善有善报。
p.s: The bomb was constructed out of dry ice screwed tightly in a plastic bottle. Remember e4 was selling ice-cream? So yea… You get the point.
( will post my pic of the tattoo that valencia gave me soon! ;D thanks valencia! and for supporting me (tambourine-wise and backstage cheering on?) during the auditions! :) WE MADE IT IN BY THE WAY. CONGRATULATE US BOOBIES.
magnificent. absloutely magnificent.
HeyLo Peeepos.
Just wanted to tell all of you that tomorrow is NDP CELEBRATION DAY!!! Rejoice all ye creatures that crawl on this great blue marble thinghy called earth. Yup, so there'll be NO lessons tomorrow! (I say, lots of good things have been happening to e2 recently.) Anyway, so yeah, e2 and e4 will be selling/competing against each other tomorrow during the sale of food items. COME AND SUPPOSRT US. WE HAVE HANDMADE COOKIES AND BUBBLE TEA AND RIBENA SODA AND LOTS OF OTHER STUFF. Oh yeah, + instant noodles. How's that, huh? :D
Ganesh was really hilarious in class today, when we suggested some popsicle idea which included throwing some stuff outta the fridge or something, he said "oh my god what is that". HAHAHA!! Never, ever, would you imagine him saying something like that. And, and he ate many many curry puffs and ondeh ondeh because he didn't want to waste food. Huh. It started out innocently with just one curry puff then it gradually increased and INCREASED AND INCREASED until, many were gone. Good grief. So yes, point is: SUPPORT 2E2.
But you can support 2e4 too, if you like. Just saying not gonna patronise them.
Uh-huh, that's it! (I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE GOING TO READ THIS IN TIME TO SUPPORT OUR BOOTH TOMORROW.)
Jealousy, turining saints into the sea. swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis, but its just the price I pay, destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes, cuz I'm Mr.Brightside. - mr brightside;the killers.
Labels: The feeling of knowing that you can trust someone is entirely priceless.
