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I can't really talk now cos my throat is sore and my nose is clogged up with rivers of mucus.
I think that I may soon be going into that stage where you talk and start coughing every 5 seconds.
Pah, there's drums tonight. *Sniffle*
touché
Ok, so I just really really really found out that my flight is at 7.30 A.M., and that I'll have to board the plane at let's say.... 7.20? And that I'll have to wake up at 4.00A.M cos my mum wants to do bloody transit shopping.
Then again, it'll be quite fun. Especially when we reach the alcohol section.Mmmmmm.
There'll be gigantic bottles everywhere, limited edition ones, and giant smack packs of cigs.
Not like I encourage smoking or whatever, but seriously, it's big. Go see my sis' facebook pictures under our holiday. You'll see what I mean.
Anyway, so yep, I'm loving my itouch so yea, that's about it.
Bye!
busy downloading apps.
hahaa
I'VE FINALLY GOT MY ITOUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. AHAHAHHAHA.
Amazingly though, I don't quite feel like how I am supposed to feel (See above), which is of course, excited.
Wanna know why?
Well it's because I'm not feeling well enough to feel normal and excited.
I've got a sore throat and flu; so yeah, I am pretty clogged up.
Em.... oh yes, so yesterday was children's camp and boy was it tiring to take care of all them little kiddies. You had to be on your alert all the time, in case they fell or ran away... blablabla, so I immediately hit the sack after reaching home (and getting my itouch. Thanks Meichen for telling me about the IT fair!-scored many freebies ;) )
So yes, thankfully I didn't go today, or else I'd be flopping home at 10 p.m.+++
I did meet a pretty nice kid though, (my favourite of them all! ) called Calamei. She's mixed and very pretty at that. :) So innocent. All of them. There was this brat though who kept saying that she would never get fat by eating a lot. Heck kiddy, that's what I thought too when I was young!That's why I started stuffing myself and now, I have to pay for that wrong info that I got in my brain.
Whatever. Anyway, hmm..... drums wasn't that bad, mmm..............yeah, so I'll be on medication for a whole week and mum says no Volleyball.
NEEEAAUUU
Ugh. Will be flabby.
Ok, bye. Have to finish my name card job for my dad to get the $$
chinese children's camp. UGH
Ok, first before anything, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEICHEN AND CHANTEL!!
Well happy
be-lated birthday anyway :)
Had fun celebrating their birthdays.
Anyway, so tomorrow marks the start of the children's camp! Which is both dedicated to introducing children to God
and CONVERTING US TO CHINESE SPEAKING FREAKS.
Yep; everyone has to speak chinese there (including us helpers). And my gosh, the whole time schedule and well, everything in the camp booklet is in CHINESE. So, that makes me a camp helper illiterate? I mean, how am I supposed to tell the kids in my group what is going on when I myself don't even know how to read some of the words in the booklet?!?! Oh well, I'll just have to rely on the pictures printed on the side. -.-
Anyway, so yep, I am an assistant group leader and a musician, working with my sis and some scary singer woman called Kelly. Eurgh. All the songs in camp are in Chinese too! All cheesy chinese songs which I am supposed to play drums to? Hmm.
Oh, one more interesting fact. My group is called ''Pomegranate''. You know? The yucky fruit that both Valencia and I hate when mixed with cranberry. The ad? ''Cranberry. Pomegranate. Cranberry.Pomegranate.Cranberry.Pomegranate.'' and it just keeps getting faster and faster? Let's see... Pomegranate in chinese is ...石榴. Weird. Whatev, I'll just say pomegranate throughout the camp. hah. Stop me if you can.
So yes, ftw if I screw up my drums on today and tomorrow.
:P
Don't worry english; I'll never forsake you.
sheesh,
Well we're not gonna get my itouch today.
We're "going to get it" on sunday. Huh. I wonder if Sunday will ever come.
Why am I not surprised by this?
lightning printed singlety shirt? Seriously.
Yum yum yummy yummer yumm. Noodles cooking; so I shall tell you all what happened today.
Well, for starters, I went to get a haircut at a place run by and infested AND crawling with gays.
You know, it's that hair "boutique" (or so they call it) at Toa Payoh which says ''De Elements'' outside, but ''Anthony's Hair Boutique'' on the inside. Weird huh?Yes, it's also the hair salon run by that actress (what's-her-name), but I think that she sold it to Anthony. Hmm. Wonder who Anthony is.
Anyway, so yes, they were having some kinda promotion thinghy ($20 for a haircut by stylist), so my mum just had to try it. Together with me.
Ok, so the first moment that I entered it, yeah the smell of chemicals slapped me all over my face and invaded my nose. Then, what happened next was truly shocking. With the capital S.
THERE WAS SOME KINDA GAY GUY WEARING A REALLY REVEALING KINDA SINGLET THINGHY WITH LIGHTNING PATTERNS (PINK) PRINTED ALL OVER IT. (I mean like you could see his chest and some parts of his tummy and ribcage and all). Ok. Then I looked down. He was wearing ripped denim shorts. Then I looked even downer. He was wearing a pair of high-ankled white coloured shoes. And he had multiple piercings all over his face. And his hair was kinda punkish and all. And his behaviour was really gay and all, but he was soooo nice. Mmm-hmm. Gays are usually nice people. Ok, maybe not gay; just.... weird?
Yup, so ok I was ushered into a rather cushy seat and some woman tucked towels into the back of my shirt and led me to the hair-washing area. Damn it felt nice. They even washed your hair with shampoo and conditioner! Then I went back to my cushy chair and another gay wearing a blue plaid shirt said Hi and I was hoping that he wouldn't be the person who was going to cut my hair but he was. Ok. He had a tattoo on the side of his neck (looked more like he was stabbed by a knife dipped in green ink). So then he blow-dried my hair (which took like forever) and by the time that he was done, my mum's hair was already on it's way to looking coiffed.
Ok,so I actually have no qualms about hair-dressers running their hands through my hair, but having a weird (gay) guy doing exactly that is just... Mortifying. It's like having a cheetah running it's paws through your hair. Shivers went down my spine a few times. Especially when he yanked really hard at my hair to thin it. But the end product was really good. He got rid of my tentacles (well it lasted till before my shower) and he gave some really useful advice. So all in all, it's a really good place to get your hair done. There's a free hair-wash, blow-dry, professional advice and lastly, a good exposure to how gays, I mean weird guys do one's hair. All for $20. And it's supposed to be one of those really posh hair salons, where you can ask for your preferred stylist (I just stared when they asked me that). But I swear, just grit your teeth and hold your breath when you go in, cos seriously. You will never meet so many ''weird'' people all in one place, except if you go for some gay convention or something; but that's another story.
Oh well, toodles for now! My noodles are swelling to the size of curvaceous bottoms, so I have to end their misery soon.
P.s I really think that I'm gonna get my (long-awaited) i-touch after dinner!!!!!!
Saw some really cute Paul Frank earphones there. Pricey though. $49
Oh well.
Everybody was tofu fighting...
Hey y'all, just back from the airport. Again. This time it's with my family, at the recreational club @changi airport.
Brief description of what we did today: Went for my dental appointment, (changed my brace colours to pink green and yellow btw), took the train to airport, played badminton, played pool, showered, watched (1 tenth) of Friday the 13th (the remade version) and then some Japanese film cos Friday the 13th was too nerve-wrecking, then we ate dinner and ta dah! Here I am. Home.
There is church tomorrow. And cell. Don't feel like attending both cos they all bore the brains outta me. I mean, church is still alright, but cell? Seriously? Not what I'd call fun central. Boring, useless and well, just energy-sapping.
I'd so much rather be spending my time working for my dad and his namecards.
All well.
Off to bed now, g'night.
spicy mac and (curry?), deee-lish cake and thailand.
So, here I am, in front of the computer, blogging, chatting with Valencia online, watching tv, eating some cake and listening to my sis and mum debating over hotels for our trip to Thailand.
Pretty multi-tasking ain't I?
Anyway, the cake is really fantastic. Don't know what it's called cos the purchaser wasn't me, but oh. OH. No wonder it tastes so good. It's from THE LINE, which is a resteraunt in Shangri-la. Mmmmmm the pastry there is yummmy. But the crown for cheessecake still goes to Pan Pacific.
Anyway, so yes we are (once again) going to Thailand for our vacation. -.- I've been going there since forever. And by forever I mean FOREVER. Since I was a baby in my ma's womb till I am a 14 year old girl out of the womb. Every year=Thailand. (oh yes, I've just devoured the last bit of cake into my mouth.)
I mean, so what if my dad know all the important people there? (e.g the ambassador, blablablabla...) But it's alright I guess. Been there so often it already feels like a second home.
Tell you guys more if everything's been confirmed. Oh yes dad bought 2 new luggages; one blue on green from picard. I get the green one :)
Er let's see.... what else....oh yes the macoroni. My neighbour made it. AGAIN.
Not that I mind or anything, but truth to be told, it just smells like toxic when you bring it close to your nose. You have to inhale first(of course with the mac away from you) then shove the thing in your mouth, then let the spicy tast engulf your senses.
Mmmmmmmmmmm but spicy. But mmmmmmmmmmmm again.
So yes, it's an indian rendition of mac and cheese. SHOULD'VE DONE IT FOR HOME ECONS!
Ok whatever. I'm gonna go get some shut-eye. It's been a long and tiring day today, with us going to queensway sec to play with them (vb) and coincidentally, we met the (jerkass) boys from PRCS! The joy.
Anyway, Queensway screwed both of our divisions up down left right and centre.
Whatever. Homeground fortune. :P
Then went for lunch with Jieen, Julia, Joy and Cheryl./Sheryl? (omg just realised that i don't even know) then went home and worked for dad. -mainly sorting out his namecards and pasting them using double sided tape onto paper. Lemme tell ya, he's got at least a thousand name cards (0ther companies) which I have to painstakingly cut all the double sided tape, peel them off and paste nicely onto hard paper.
Ok. That's all. Bye
alright man! I'm definitely boogered out, but I made it thru camp.
Yo mah homies! I'm finally home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~ Yeah yeah and camp is O.V.E.R. Hahaha. The world's most redundant and excruciating camp ever. Huh.
I am not going to rant or shoot down the camp cos' SOMEBODY might read it and I may get into trouble. So, yup. I'm going to stick with the safe side and just say that "camp was a wonderful experience which I enjoyed a lot a lot a lot a lot. " :)
How putrid.
Oh well, the bottom line is I AM VERY TIRED AND HUNGRY AND TIRED. AND TIRED. Oh have I mentioned tired already? Well yeah you get the point.
But the shower time was great. We could take our own sweet-smelling time and nobody would even bother us. Except for the roach that was in there. Phew! I'm telling ya I really feel blessed that it wasn't me who discovered that there was a roach in the shower. Yup. There was a roach in the girl's bathroom and boy oh boy did Sarah and Chien wun/wen (Sp) Kill it. Using those moppy scrapy thinghies for water.
Erlack.
Anyway, the food was morbid-ly horrid and my group was very VERY silent. The most un-enthu one. Huh. We got the most well-behaved group award.
Oh well anyway so yep, that's about it.
I can't be arsed to blog anymore.
Time to hit the sack!
Labels: giving up by ingrid michaelson
My 243th post, and this time, it's about a roachy attack.
Yes. My household has just unfortunately suffered from (yet?) another cockroach attack. This time, the crime scene was located at my parent's bedroom. Ew. Anyway, so I was just getting ready to brush my teeth when all of a sudden, my mum said really calmly(Weird for a woman with insectophobia/entomophobia) that there was a cockroach in the bedroom. Erlack. As usual, the man of the household bravely gathered up his roach-killing gear, (this time it was a cardboard pole-like thinghy and a torchlight), and bravely stepped into the battle zone. After much hunting around, the roach was detected and sparks flew (Well more like sounds of grunting and stick-slapping) and hoorah! The groachy-roachy was killed. Muahahahahahaha.
The cockroach was then dumped and we all lived happily ever after. Amen. Chyea right. Once a roach is found, always expect to find more. And I have to stay at home ALONE for half of the day with an army of roaches who may somehow be plotting their revenge already. I'm already shivering in my knickers just thinking about it.
So yes. If there's anyone who can offer me a ticket out of roachville, please do. I'm really desperate.
Anyway, I am now going to share with all of you my run-ins with roaches since I was a young girl.
The first one was located in the bathroom, with one of my family members spotting the roach near the shower curtains first. After much searching, we declared that the roach had simply flew out of the window to safety (mum said that they wouldn't stay around to get killed. Huh.). So I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the toothbrush holder to grab my toothbrush when I came face to face with the roach. Just sitting there. Twitching it's feelers at me, as if it were already victorious.
Of course, what followed up next was a series of screaming (all the roach attacks/invasions did) and then *spleuchh* as the roach was killed.
The second one was in the house too, with my sis seeing a roach scurrying by the bathroom when she was peeing in the morn'. All of us simply assumed that she was still groggy and brushed her protests aside. Later at night, the cockroach was at my cupboard, twitching it's feelers at me. Again.
The third time was when I was buying a drink at the vending machine just before art class. Blablabla, spotted the roach, screamed, then it flew down and fluttered around and went SMACK right into my face. Omg. Can you imagine the feeling of some gazillion year old creature which has been around since prehistoric times smacking right into your face? All hard-shelled and stuff?!?
Yup. The next time, it was the same vending machine, same scenario, only that it was a moth that time.
And yes, now today's cockroach invasion can be counted as the fourth, only that it wasn't me who discovered it.
And so, I end today's post in a conclusion that I might just have a great affinity with insects/roaches. However, if we do count today's invasion, I do believe that the roachy curse of mine might be broken already! All the best mum.
P.s I hope the roaches won't decide to attack me or whatever if they ever read this.
P.p.s I just bought a snow white dvd today. It's the restored version with never-seen before stuff &etc.
That's just the kind of hardcore Disney fan that I am.
tell me why
I'm sorry, but I just don't see why. I just don't see why you guys can't give me anything at all. All that you do is to take delight in breathing down my neck and taking advantage of my willingness to try time after time; again and again.
I just don't see why you guys just can't be like everyone else, moving on with the times and accepting me for who I am, and not try to make me be what you guys are, which are losers. Why can't you just see that I'm different from the rest of you, I want to venture out and not be stuck in the slum like we are.
I want something better and I am willing to risk everything and make my dreams come true. I don't want to be like you all who only sit around discussing the better life, but not actually doing anything to reach out for it.
I'm not bulletproof, ok? You all just take swings and me and trample all over my wants, needs and dreams. I won't forever be around to let all you boss me around so that your lives will be easier. People get realised and rewarded for their efforts, but what do I get? Nothing. In fact, when I just ask for one tiny simple request, you turn it down and into mush and once again, all the trust that we've, No, I've tried to build up with you just comes crashing down on me like a rain storm. I'm not your slave ok?! You keep pushing me, till I am left with nothing but the edge of a cliff. I'm going to drop down. Yes I am, I just know it, if this continues.
I can't live my whole life under your shadow and the rock you've kept pushing onto me, time after time. You say that you want to know me, but really, do you? You just want to know my weaknesses and dreams, so that you can use it against me.
You say that you love me, but really, do you? I think that what you're really trying to do is to groom me so that I can just become another one of you. Useless and incompetent. You just want me to succeed, but when I fail, you blame it all on me. Ever occured to you that genes get passed down? And from all of your behaviours, it seems so. My failures are all your fault.
I'm sick and tired of living this way. No one can keep this up forever, not even Superman himself, cos there comes a time where the breaking point of a person becomes clearly evident.
Labels: song of the day: be ok
I'm so far down, away from the sun.
Life is just plain bog-woggling rubbish that I can't wait to throw away. Seriously.
Halloween/surprise birthday party. ?!!?!
So as the title suggests, yes there was a Halloween/surprise birthday party celebration. Not for superman, wonder woman, green lantern or any other Marvel superheroes. It was for me! How very nice J So yea, actually we(Chantel and I) just went over to Zhiying’s house for a (Halloween?) dinner and boy oh boy was the food awesome. Credits to Zhiying’s parents! I’m still thinking of the wraps, by the way. On the bus ride to Zhiyin’gs house, the both of them kept talking about anions and cations. Hmm. Now I know why. Can’t tell you guys cos’ it’ll gross you out. Anyway, so yes we were eating the delectable wraps, salad and pasta, (not to forget the occasional wine sipping). Just a very brief description of the wraps for you (cos’if it’s too detailed I’m gonna start drooling myself) : The wraps were kinda like tacos, except that tacos are cylindrical in shape and this one’s like…. The revolting grilled chicken fold-over in Macs. Except that the one’s that Zhiying’s parents made were universes apart from the one’s at Macs. For starters, there were the salami and bacon flavours. I took half of Chantel’s salami, and she took half of my bacon. The wraps were filled with salami/bacon and squirted out smoking hot cheese when you bit into it. *SQUELCH!* It went like that when it entered my mouth. Mushrooms were residents of the wraps too, which made the wraps have a lighter taste. OK STOP. It’s getting far too descriptive. So anyway, yes continuing with the wraps. I mean NOT the wraps. The party. Yes. After all the eating was finished, we moved on to B&J ice-cream! Thumbs up for Dublin Mudslide! Though Zhiying and her mum preferred cheesecake brownie. Didn’t really like it cos’it’s weird! I mean, like eating a pastry frozen in the freezer and then coming out of a tub? That’s just how I imagine cheesecake ice-cream to be : P Hahahah so yes after the desserts, was just sitting around sipping/gulping down wine, then decided to make a trip to the kitchen. Before I could barely take two steps, Chantel was pushing me back to the dining table saying “No no no you stay here”. I was like “what?” cos I thought that they were gonna prank me again like they did when I got out of the bathroom. (They scared me) Being me, didn’t want to take the risk so tried to go back to the kitchen again, but lo and behold, Chantel was there again. Pah, I then gave up. Then suddenly she covered my eyes and when my eyes were finally released from captivity, the room was pitch dark and everyone was singing “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. Woah was the first thing that hit my mind. Then Oh……. Then OMG! Darn was I freaking touched. Like who wouldn’t? Everyone was singing, including all of Zhiying’s family members… Oh I feel like sniffling everytime I think of it. ;) So yes, they even got me a tiramisu cake!! I made a wish ( I didn’t get to on my birthday –see video way below) and blew the candle out, leaving the room as black as coal. All these were followed by cake-eating and more wine draining. At first I thought that the cake was pretty tasteless, like just coloured cream. But when I ate it the following day, BOOM(z)! It tasted amazing! I have come to a conclusion for this: I was too drunk for my taste-buds to register anything.
Yes, the main part of the party was lé wine. Mmmmmm. We finished a bottle (Chantel stuck to a glass+ of wine and ribena) while Zhiying and I drank just a little bit. Actually, a little bit would be too much of an understatement since I felt pretty woozy after that. The warm water helped. So yes, the drunk heroes played guitar hero and we all fell down, sliming down the couch and onto the floor. ( well that was just me). So yep, that’s about it! Thanks man Zhiying for the wonderful night! I felt blissful;. (Actually I think that’s just the wine as well). IT WAS A WONDERFUL NIGHT AND I DIDN’T GET A HANGOVER IN CHURCH! :D magnificent. Oh yes one more thing Zhiying and Chantel. THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ IS RIDICULOUS!
I was too drunk to resist Zhying's camera skills
Chantel on GH. Kinda stoned doncha think?
I look like a retard. Oh look! Lea in the background :) She drew me a picture :D
I hope you enjoy this Zhiying. Public humiliation!
Yes both of us prematurely stoned.
Speechless.
Oh yes forgot to post this the other day. Miechen's sushi "cake" :) See the ingenious happy birthday thinghy? Usually it would be plastic with gold letters, but this is a much more creative way of customising. Learn people, learn.
Labels: valencia would have liked the party very much if she could've made it
