Did some chinese homework. Shall do geog... after I blog. We've completed our science proposal, an' I'm not too excited about it.
There's this funny virus-y sound coming from my computer.
sometimes we all ne-ed somebody to le-an on
I love that song song song song love.
I'm waving the French flag while donning the Anderson pinafore. Mmmm, amour.
Maybe I should put my statscounter back up. M'nah, s'too lazy to reset it, yeah yeah I'm that fussy. Highway Blues is playing, maybe afterwards some classical with pseudo-wine //cough um, ribena. HAVE SOME ESCARGOT.
My blogging style's changed, somehow. Posts've become lots shorter. Pei Hwa's got tuition in half an hour. What Child Is This is playing on my computer. Schad.
I feel like green tea and pizza and I feel as though I'm having a fever but the thermometer says 36.2. Denial, that darn thing.
They're supposed to link? oh, fo'shiz.
jazzjazzjazzjazzjazz
Feel the love!
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
OHMYGOSHOMG I'M SO EFFING PROUD OF MYSELF.
Okay, HAHA, I don't even know why I'm blogging this.
Y'see I realized just now that I couldna find my Chinese worksheet, which I hadn't done yet, so i was fretting an' fretting an' I was looking for it EVERYWHERE.
And I was like looking f'er my geog workbook because it also happened to be 'missing' and thus I guessed that my Chinese worksheet would be where the geog workbook was and I was searchin' and searchin and I'm prouda myself cos I remained calm but I admit I was feelin so stressed I almost wanted to cry but I didn't and at the last minute I FOUND THEM BOTH. TOGETHER.
My hunch was right.
ahaha I don't know why I'm saying this. I was so happy like SO HAPPY I immediately switched on the computer to blog about this, hahah. YES I'M INCOHERENT AND CRAZY-ESQUE BUT I'M HA-PPY!
whee
Hail my composure and my super-intuition! yadda yadda whee!
Okay, HAHA, I don't even know why I'm blogging this.
Y'see I realized just now that I couldna find my Chinese worksheet, which I hadn't done yet, so i was fretting an' fretting an' I was looking for it EVERYWHERE.
And I was like looking f'er my geog workbook because it also happened to be 'missing' and thus I guessed that my Chinese worksheet would be where the geog workbook was and I was searchin' and searchin and I'm prouda myself cos I remained calm but I admit I was feelin so stressed I almost wanted to cry but I didn't and at the last minute I FOUND THEM BOTH. TOGETHER.
My hunch was right.
ahaha I don't know why I'm saying this. I was so happy like SO HAPPY I immediately switched on the computer to blog about this, hahah. YES I'M INCOHERENT AND CRAZY-ESQUE BUT I'M HA-PPY!
whee
Hail my composure and my super-intuition! yadda yadda whee!
I'm sick!
I'm ill.
i'mnotsupposedtobebloggingcantblogimeanseriouslystacygetOFFthegoddamnedcomputernow!!111
Shut up.
Fever and a thumb that truly, seriously hurts because suwenn accidentally smashed her hockey stick into my finger for this morn's tng. We were, err, both tackling Jenna or someone at the same time.
I should work on my tackle.
I keep falling asleep at irrational hours these days. To think, when I was young I never ever never ever took naps. whee
ithurtstotype
buti'llstillpersevere
I sound emo. =D
Bletch.
Devouts. ):
I'm ill.
i'mnotsupposedtobebloggingcantblogimeanseriouslystacygetOFFthegoddamnedcomputernow!!111
Shut up.
Fever and a thumb that truly, seriously hurts because suwenn accidentally smashed her hockey stick into my finger for this morn's tng. We were, err, both tackling Jenna or someone at the same time.
I should work on my tackle.
I keep falling asleep at irrational hours these days. To think, when I was young I never ever never ever took naps. whee
ithurtstotype
buti'llstillpersevere
I sound emo. =D
Bletch.
Devouts. ):
I said i wouldn't blog, but guess what i'm doing now?
Yeah.
Sometimes we have to grovel and make The first move because we got no choice.
pride with prejudice, oooooowhee.
Coins scattered all over my table and a poorly folded two dollar note. Grimy orange watch. Old-fashioned wallet. And you wonder why the mon-ay ain't in the wallet.
Woke up with some sort of headache. Expected, seein' as I slept at 1am+ last night with wet hair. Yes, I bathed and didn't bother to dry my hair. That tired, ehh.
Wonder how much sleep I really got. I'm still tired, dammit, with a stomachache and curry rice -ohbletch- waiting downstairs. Mmmm. I'm hungry and yet not hungry. Y'know that feeling?
Pfft. If I go on this way any longer, people are gonna think I'm on a diet.
Diets suck all the joy outta life.
HEY HEY last night I dreamt. It waint really a nightmare. Kinda fuzzy.
I dreamt that I gave my speech on the whole no-war thing. Only it wasn't in the classroom. Was in, ah, a garden. Yeah, I had to give my speech in a garden, and I's standing on a podium.
Schweet.
That bad part wasshat I got so nervous I kept missing parts of the speech. Stammers and stuff. oh, b'jove.
I gotta rehearse. After I write my speech.
GIVE ME-
oh well. Hockey warmup was tiring. more so than the actual training, anyway. And I sweep too softly.
Sweep as in, hockey sweep. Yeah.
tiredtiredtiredooowhee
Curry rice now.
NO SUH / YES SUH / ?
=X)
Take it as a blocked nose, eh?
Yeah.
Sometimes we have to grovel and make The first move because we got no choice.
pride with prejudice, oooooowhee.
Coins scattered all over my table and a poorly folded two dollar note. Grimy orange watch. Old-fashioned wallet. And you wonder why the mon-ay ain't in the wallet.
Woke up with some sort of headache. Expected, seein' as I slept at 1am+ last night with wet hair. Yes, I bathed and didn't bother to dry my hair. That tired, ehh.
Wonder how much sleep I really got. I'm still tired, dammit, with a stomachache and curry rice -ohbletch- waiting downstairs. Mmmm. I'm hungry and yet not hungry. Y'know that feeling?
Pfft. If I go on this way any longer, people are gonna think I'm on a diet.
Diets suck all the joy outta life.
HEY HEY last night I dreamt. It waint really a nightmare. Kinda fuzzy.
I dreamt that I gave my speech on the whole no-war thing. Only it wasn't in the classroom. Was in, ah, a garden. Yeah, I had to give my speech in a garden, and I's standing on a podium.
Schweet.
That bad part wasshat I got so nervous I kept missing parts of the speech. Stammers and stuff. oh, b'jove.
I gotta rehearse. After I write my speech.
GIVE ME-
oh well. Hockey warmup was tiring. more so than the actual training, anyway. And I sweep too softly.
Sweep as in, hockey sweep. Yeah.
tiredtiredtiredooowhee
Curry rice now.
NO SUH / YES SUH / ?
=X)
Take it as a blocked nose, eh?
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
You know some days, you just stop seeing the beauty in things? The rustic glamour of times long past just can't catch up with you anymore. Erm, can't catch up with me anymore, at least. I think I need to slow down.
I know the forceful method doesn't always work, but sometimes it does, and while in this case it could hurt to try, I still need to try. My teenage years are not going to be wasted on fat regret-ish angst, and I have to make things work. Facades won't do.
So I'll literally re-embrace the love of the valleys and mountains and fountains, and I hope they'll take me back.
Gondola on a postcard, snake in a tree cranny, squirrel in the autumn leaves.
They're not just words.
We gotta see the beauty!
beautybeautybeauty
ohmygosh, I could go on forever.
Maybe I shall.
I've been thinking this since last week, I can't define a proper date or day. Let's go to the suburbs.
Harvard
Oxford
all those lovely places
shoo.
Let's go see the squirrels and larks.
Pocahontas.
I never said I wanted to stop being a kid.
Reproach me if I blog.
Because I've made up my mind not to.
At least, no, discipline isn't the way.
Think journal-esque, free, open, no back constrained in aches.
FLY AWAY FREEEE.
could you all hope for me?
wish me luck
or faith
or hope
and maybe I'll be back like I used to.
I know the forceful method doesn't always work, but sometimes it does, and while in this case it could hurt to try, I still need to try. My teenage years are not going to be wasted on fat regret-ish angst, and I have to make things work. Facades won't do.
So I'll literally re-embrace the love of the valleys and mountains and fountains, and I hope they'll take me back.
Gondola on a postcard, snake in a tree cranny, squirrel in the autumn leaves.
They're not just words.
We gotta see the beauty!
beautybeautybeauty
ohmygosh, I could go on forever.
Maybe I shall.
I've been thinking this since last week, I can't define a proper date or day. Let's go to the suburbs.
Harvard
Oxford
all those lovely places
shoo.
Let's go see the squirrels and larks.
Pocahontas.
I never said I wanted to stop being a kid.
Reproach me if I blog.
Because I've made up my mind not to.
At least, no, discipline isn't the way.
Think journal-esque, free, open, no back constrained in aches.
FLY AWAY FREEEE.
could you all hope for me?
wish me luck
or faith
or hope
and maybe I'll be back like I used to.
try language
I searched the dictionary for 'introvert' and ended up looking for the word 'dictionary'. Absent-mindedly.
yayness.
I was thinking about how i use the word 'said' a lot more in my prose now. I used to hate it, 'tually. Like i was so preoccupied with finding replacements for the word 'said', i.e. murmur state deliver explain mumble grouse mentioned pointedout etc.
Now I love using the word 'said'. There's something enigmatic about its sheer simplicity/loneliness/suggestiveness.
And the fact that it's so versatile. Doesn't limit the dialogue to the confines of murmurs, mumbles, tones and colours. Leaves much to the imagination.
I used to dislike it, like an oversized Times New Roman font.
See the beauty, darlin'.
And it's not that I don't know what 'introvert' means, btw. Well, I had a rough idea of what it meant, like most people. But the catch: I was putting it under the stereotype of quiet, doesn't talk much, etc.
God I'm so wrong.
I used to think i was an introvert. Now I think... not really.
An introvert is basic'ly someone who dislikes being around people, doesn't like going to social gatherings.
That's not me.
I like being around people, provided that I like/am okay with being around them.
I don't like hangin' with, well, remotely immature people.
And social gatherings? Definitely my kinda thing. As long as people I know will be there, and that I like being round these people.
It's a matter of personal preference.
I realize how conceited this must make me seem. ^^;
Almost as if i don't hang out with some people because I think I'm too good for them.
It's not that. I don't think I'm, well, good or anything.
I don't hang out with them because because because I think they're too bad for me.
And that, in a default-ish kind of way, is bout the same as me thinking I'm too good for them, but the standards are lowered by alot, making the implications very different.
So there.
I hope I'm understood, umm.
Red grapes are not good.
as we try to speak each others' language
yayness.
I was thinking about how i use the word 'said' a lot more in my prose now. I used to hate it, 'tually. Like i was so preoccupied with finding replacements for the word 'said', i.e. murmur state deliver explain mumble grouse mentioned pointedout etc.
Now I love using the word 'said'. There's something enigmatic about its sheer simplicity/loneliness/suggestiveness.
And the fact that it's so versatile. Doesn't limit the dialogue to the confines of murmurs, mumbles, tones and colours. Leaves much to the imagination.
I used to dislike it, like an oversized Times New Roman font.
See the beauty, darlin'.
And it's not that I don't know what 'introvert' means, btw. Well, I had a rough idea of what it meant, like most people. But the catch: I was putting it under the stereotype of quiet, doesn't talk much, etc.
God I'm so wrong.
I used to think i was an introvert. Now I think... not really.
An introvert is basic'ly someone who dislikes being around people, doesn't like going to social gatherings.
That's not me.
I like being around people, provided that I like/am okay with being around them.
I don't like hangin' with, well, remotely immature people.
And social gatherings? Definitely my kinda thing. As long as people I know will be there, and that I like being round these people.
It's a matter of personal preference.
I realize how conceited this must make me seem. ^^;
Almost as if i don't hang out with some people because I think I'm too good for them.
It's not that. I don't think I'm, well, good or anything.
I don't hang out with them because because because I think they're too bad for me.
And that, in a default-ish kind of way, is bout the same as me thinking I'm too good for them, but the standards are lowered by alot, making the implications very different.
So there.
I hope I'm understood, umm.
Red grapes are not good.
as we try to speak each others' language
Meh. Irony used to be my favourite word.
I shall cry because my sound system is REALLY down and I can't listen to music.
come to think of it, oh shite, hockey tomorrow and i haven't yet washed my shin guards. I shall now. This instant. Righto!
alright. it wasn't that hard.
and YES I actually DO wash my own shin guards.
Basically the only remotely house-wifeish thing I'll ever do.
DOWN WITH HOUSEWIFEISM.
BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH
I don't like the word 'wife', btw. I don't know why.
It just sounds seems is horrible.
"I'm his wife."
That sounds old and stuffy and dumb.
At least worse than 'husband'.
Have you ever wondered-
no, that sounds wrongly phrased.
Errm.
Well sometimes I look at myself, no mirror or anything, like i just look at my hands my legs my shirt my pants and I'm all, "I can't believe this is me."
Yeah, I'm still tryna come to terms with the fact that I was born.
It's like sometimes I doubt/marvel at my own existence. It's not a matter of conceit, it's more... well... I dunno.
This is me this is me this is me typing out this is me this is me sitting on the chair at a precarious angle this is me THIS IS ME and somehow i find it strange.
It's kind of abstract.
oh shit, i've lost it.
man. twenty seven planets and a pig.
THESE DAYS YO.
See, I was practising the piano.
and then it hit me
that a lot of stuff we do because we're scared bout what others'll think
yes, I know this is obvious, but
it's like, a lot of stuff.
And then I wonder why the fuck we should care.
oh man, i wanna get out of here.
I havetohavetohaveto!
Preferably somewhere not Singapore.
I practise the piano because I'm scared that if I don't, my teacher'll be disappointed.
But they do say, even my parents, that I shouldn't do what others want me to do.
So what the hell?
If I didn't care about what others thought, I'd
stop taking piano lessons.
not care about my practically non-existent tennis lessons.
jog everyday.
not jog everyday.
oh sheesh, I'm depressed.
sometimes I just don't know what I'm talking about.
should stop blogging but can't.
TAKE ME TO FRANCE.
NYC.
VENICE.
...
WATEVERR.
gah.
See, I was practising the piano.
and then it hit me
that a lot of stuff we do because we're scared bout what others'll think
yes, I know this is obvious, but
it's like, a lot of stuff.
And then I wonder why the fuck we should care.
oh man, i wanna get out of here.
I havetohavetohaveto!
Preferably somewhere not Singapore.
I practise the piano because I'm scared that if I don't, my teacher'll be disappointed.
But they do say, even my parents, that I shouldn't do what others want me to do.
So what the hell?
If I didn't care about what others thought, I'd
stop taking piano lessons.
not care about my practically non-existent tennis lessons.
jog everyday.
not jog everyday.
oh sheesh, I'm depressed.
sometimes I just don't know what I'm talking about.
should stop blogging but can't.
TAKE ME TO FRANCE.
NYC.
VENICE.
...
WATEVERR.
gah.
Monday, March 13, 2006
I. LOVE. KITTENS.
Yeah.
http://www.gildemeister-usa.com/critter%20images/stalking-kitten.jpg
omgomg isn't it so cute you just wanna eat it?
With sauce, darlin'.
Oh, and y'know the clock I mentioned, it's a chess clock.
prettyprettypretty.
My sound system is temporarily down, so i can't listen to music. I want to read something of Karl Marx's.
don't you just love his name? Karl Marx.
Ker-ahl Marx. Sexy.
Do the whole Italian accent thing. =D
Mm. I don't really like my hockey juniors. Don't know why.
I sound all petty and bitchy and unreasonable and mean and horrible and stuffs but I don't like my hockey juniors!
They're very weird. runawayrunaway
As in me!
Um. Well, i don't like them. Je prefere mes seniors.
OMG YES MY SOUND SYSTEM IS BACK UP AGAIN WOOT!
I like the name Eliot. Think think, Eliot Duboir. Elliot would do.
I don't like people who can't spell.
Avril Lavigne.
Better than that wannabe prep!
Such a short blog post.
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I wanna do it again
Talking about mothers...
I never want to get married. :3
Somehow it turns one into a naggy, grumpy grouch and I don't want to turn into a naggy grumpy grouch.
And thus I shall never get married.
Be-sides!
I don't need a piece of paper to prove my love for whoever.
Self-assurance, thassall it is.
LET ARTHUR GETCHA!
Arthur Itis.
Wonder if i'll be able to garden when he comes.
I can't see no beauty no more.
Take me to Scotland Ireland Spain Sweden France Italy Germany Switzerland Portugal Finland Norway Hungary Rumania Bulgaria. And I shall see.
new york new york
At the age of 18 i shall attend NS. I'll go to Boston to study when i'm ready for university.
Then it's all the way down up down up, baby.
Cue overture.
Begin!
Yeah.
http://www.gildemeister-usa.com/critter%20images/stalking-kitten.jpg
omgomg isn't it so cute you just wanna eat it?
With sauce, darlin'.
Oh, and y'know the clock I mentioned, it's a chess clock.
prettyprettypretty.
My sound system is temporarily down, so i can't listen to music. I want to read something of Karl Marx's.
don't you just love his name? Karl Marx.
Ker-ahl Marx. Sexy.
Do the whole Italian accent thing. =D
Mm. I don't really like my hockey juniors. Don't know why.
I sound all petty and bitchy and unreasonable and mean and horrible and stuffs but I don't like my hockey juniors!
They're very weird. runawayrunaway
As in me!
Um. Well, i don't like them. Je prefere mes seniors.
OMG YES MY SOUND SYSTEM IS BACK UP AGAIN WOOT!
I like the name Eliot. Think think, Eliot Duboir. Elliot would do.
I don't like people who can't spell.
Avril Lavigne.
Better than that wannabe prep!
Such a short blog post.
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I wanna do it again
Talking about mothers...
I never want to get married. :3
Somehow it turns one into a naggy, grumpy grouch and I don't want to turn into a naggy grumpy grouch.
And thus I shall never get married.
Be-sides!
I don't need a piece of paper to prove my love for whoever.
Self-assurance, thassall it is.
LET ARTHUR GETCHA!
Arthur Itis.
Wonder if i'll be able to garden when he comes.
I can't see no beauty no more.
Take me to Scotland Ireland Spain Sweden France Italy Germany Switzerland Portugal Finland Norway Hungary Rumania Bulgaria. And I shall see.
new york new york
At the age of 18 i shall attend NS. I'll go to Boston to study when i'm ready for university.
Then it's all the way down up down up, baby.
Cue overture.
Begin!
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