Alright, I'll say it, I'll say it!


I find 2Faith excruciatingly boring.


And I look down on people who can't pronounce 'excruciatingly'. XD

Post 433.


I was rather pissed off when I typed out the bottom post. Mmhmm. Relient K rocks, but Fort Minor rocks more.


You know, yesterday I saw Bryan and Joon both staring at something. So inquisitive, cute little me peeped over the nice leather sofa and... they were looking at Ricky, all curled up at his usual spot, which is the pink cloth mat diagonal from the piano, right in front of the main entrance, adjacent to the recliner, about eight tiles away from the staircase, etc, etc. Someone -either Bryan or Joon, I can't remember- went: "So cute."


OMFFFFG.


Okay, pfft. BUT! I didn't think guys saw anything as cute. Apart from girls. And grannies. More specifically, my granny. She pwns, but that's beside the point.


C'est...


Well, I think it was Bryan, but wateva!!!11one1


No, wait. It might have been Uncle Lim. They two sound alike. To me.


Then, Ricky did look cute.


I guess guys do have soft spots after all.


I should show off Ricky more often.


Wahaha. If you're wondering, Joon is my cousin Sher Linn's Korean fiance. They met in Australia or something, while studying.


I love my family.

Fort Minor, oh Fort Minor!


My mum wouldn't let me buy the CD because of the damn rating. Explicit content, they said, fucking explicit content. I listened to the songs on the CD players thingey at the shop and the only thing that was even halfway 'explicit' was 'fuck'. Not that any explicit content will taint me, anyway. I'm already black and proud of it.


Damn the fucktart who put the 'explicit content' sticker onto the cd. I bet he/she is an elderly dear who has cupcakes for teatime, who listens to 50 Romantic Piano songs, who promenades up and down la rue d'amour with a pretty white poodle, wears gold bracelets, with their head shoved up their fucking ass. Oh, dear lord, isn't that sodomy or something?


This world is getting so damn censored. Thank goodness my blog is still around.

Yes! All is not lost! I'm still going to my paternal grandma's house for what James calls 'yu sheng'.


Ahaha. Yesterday, when my mum's side came over, it was helluva fun. Uncle Lim's back in Singapore, and he's taking me/Clarissa/Sher Linn/maybe some others to Parkway next Wednesday. We might watch a movie. And, unholy god, I love his car.


I love so many things about my relatives.


I love Sher Linn's tan.
I love Bryan's hair.
I love Uncle Lim's car.
I love Joon's and Uncle Sunny's sense of humor.
I love Tricia's sight-reading skills. And her intelligence.
I love Clarissa's shoes.


Avril Lavigne's song is playing on WMP now, and I find that my mood doesn't exactly suit the song, because despite my loads of unfinished homework, I am happyhappyhappy.


Well, homework.


Blasphemous god, I now hate the human heart. *shoots oneself*

Lordy, I stink at chess! I know I'm no extraordinaire, but my future cousin-in-law beat me! At chess! And he's never played before! My emoticon weeps!


Oh, well. You know, Bryan isn't that bad after all. I mean, he wasn't bad before, but my impression of him has kinda changed.

There are People downstairs.


My relatives, to be exact.


Chinese New Year, sweet Chinese New Year. I love my short story Harriet.


Harriet, dear angel, oh darling Harriet with the sweet tongue that spun untruths!


Green Day PWNS.


I've printed out my Anne Frank poem, Living Sub Rosa. It looks and sounds dumb, and it doesn't rhyme because I've decided to write a non-rhyming poem. Damn my English teacher. $300 (which is $6.35 less than what I've earned from my holiday job) says that I get about 60% or less for it.


Homework, dear, dear homework. I look forward to shaving my head.


You see, there's this society that involves this initiation rite, which involves a pig being sliced apart, alive, and while it's still alive and writhing in agony, its blood has to be smeared all over our bald heads.


I came up with the ritual.


Report me, O Lord. Make me pure.

AMERICAN IDIOT

You'll never guess what my username is.


I'm thinking of writing a satire! Shall I? It's sorta like a spoof. Like the one 1Faith05 almost did for Talentine. With a different topic and all. I rock, don't I? Ahaha. I don't think I'll do a political satire. Modern politics suck. Kick their asses! Kick em hard, yo! Whee!


Though I love to pretend that I am a feminist who is a skilled politic-er.


I'm a feminist.


But not a politic person. At least, not modern politics.


You wanna talk 15th century English political history wit' me, baby?


Ahaha.


You know, I'd never say that aloud in real life. Because I'm just too cool for talking-via-voice.


I'm getting arrogant. *deflates head*


The air won't go out!


I know, I'm just s'lame.


At least I tried.


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I do act my age! I'm only 13!

KICK YO ASS TO KINGDOM COME.


Ex, dee.

My plastic $2 notes make me cooler than you.


Daryl, how is it that everytime I see you, you look different? Not that you'll read this anyway. XD
And, how the heck does your mother know that we've known each other since last year? Have you been telling her about me? Has someone been telling her about me? Heck, she knows I'm in St. Nicks, for some reason. I don't know why!!!1111111 -gonk-


I played chess with Paula. PAULA! YOU'RE A CHEATER! I ATE YOUR KING AND YOU ASKED ME TO 'REVERSE' THE ACTION! My emoticon cries, Paula. Haha.


You know, after lots of running and sweat and stuff, my polo shirt still smelled new at the end of the day. I s'pose Bossini shirts just rock like that.


I just remembered: I've got lots of homework to do. Damn.


I think I'll start on my Anne Frank poem now.

Fcuk my LJ fanfic. I don't like it anymore, but I feel obliged to continue it. Stupid -gragh.