celtic rock so rules!
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Flaxen gold hair prettily framed a classic heart shaped face. A silver charm bracelet slid up and down her wrist, charms dangling as she walked. Heeled sandals clicked rhythmically on the quaint Scottish cobblestone streets, encasing dainty feet. The girl of his dreams sashayed down the street gaily, alone, eyes wide and searching.
She had eyes gray as the sky after a shower of mellow spring rain.
In one ringed hand she clutched a leather notebook, in the other a pen. She wrote as she walked. The ink flew rapidly over paper. He watched her with soft eyes, parched throat. She spotted him, then, and a small smile quirked her rosebud lips. Walking over, his heart beat in his small chest, and she reached over to pet him gently. He flew away, heart broken.
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Who ever said I couldn't? =)
Saturday, October 08, 2005
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We're having a Halloween gathering! Or party, as Jade and Saranya call it. But seriously. 11 people (including marcus, uh) comin' and they call it a party. But I'm not complaining. As long as I don't have to dance.
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
That's so dumb.
ira ira ira.
wahoo.
la meilleur etudiante. Like I have any chance of becoming that.
ahahahaha. I am so looking forward to the halloween thing. That last time we had a halloween gathering with more than 4 people was when GWL came. And that was the only time. Oh, well. Let's not go into that. My rabbit's whiskers almost got burnt.
I mean, when I had a rabbit. At that time. You know, I brought him along and they barely glanced past the candle flame... ooer.
Young and childish then, I was.
I'm still young. Just not as childish. (:
We are so going to have icebreaker games. I don't know any of the guys, figuratively, you know. I can't believe Jade and Saranya are going to dance.
Oh. I'll help them make a bonfire. And I'll bring marshmallows. The marshmallow part will be yummy. Very yummy. Roasted marshmallows, so nice!
delectable
delicieux
whoopdedoo.
let's bring on the multiple chins.
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:
Brad Pitt is ugly. ):
Life is the best joke ever! haha, hello Mary-Anne. If you're there.
Saranya and Jade actually plan to hang bats all over the park. I personally think we should paint em with some white. Or sprinkle them with glitter. So they're more noticeable and they won't freak out the kids at the park the next day, you know, if we leave any behind. Accidentally.
We don't need to wear costumes anymore. What a shame. I was planning to go dressed as a fairy.
Or a princess.
You know, with a sparkly tiara and that nice golden sceptre, a more feminine version of the one King Tritan uses in The Little Mermaid. Oh, and a pretty gown with sequins and all. And I could do up my hair a la Jennifer Aniston (who, unlike her ex spouse Mr. Pitt, actually looks nice).
Ooh, and glass slippers! I mean plastic.
Oh, who the hell am I kidding.
Paula's exams are over. Lucky her.
While I have this freaking lit test. No one likes lit, dammit.
I love to lie.
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
That's so dumb.
ira ira ira.
wahoo.
la meilleur etudiante. Like I have any chance of becoming that.
ahahahaha. I am so looking forward to the halloween thing. That last time we had a halloween gathering with more than 4 people was when GWL came. And that was the only time. Oh, well. Let's not go into that. My rabbit's whiskers almost got burnt.
I mean, when I had a rabbit. At that time. You know, I brought him along and they barely glanced past the candle flame... ooer.
Young and childish then, I was.
I'm still young. Just not as childish. (:
We are so going to have icebreaker games. I don't know any of the guys, figuratively, you know. I can't believe Jade and Saranya are going to dance.
Oh. I'll help them make a bonfire. And I'll bring marshmallows. The marshmallow part will be yummy. Very yummy. Roasted marshmallows, so nice!
delectable
delicieux
whoopdedoo.
let's bring on the multiple chins.
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:
Brad Pitt is ugly. ):
Life is the best joke ever! haha, hello Mary-Anne. If you're there.
Saranya and Jade actually plan to hang bats all over the park. I personally think we should paint em with some white. Or sprinkle them with glitter. So they're more noticeable and they won't freak out the kids at the park the next day, you know, if we leave any behind. Accidentally.
We don't need to wear costumes anymore. What a shame. I was planning to go dressed as a fairy.
Or a princess.
You know, with a sparkly tiara and that nice golden sceptre, a more feminine version of the one King Tritan uses in The Little Mermaid. Oh, and a pretty gown with sequins and all. And I could do up my hair a la Jennifer Aniston (who, unlike her ex spouse Mr. Pitt, actually looks nice).
Ooh, and glass slippers! I mean plastic.
Oh, who the hell am I kidding.
Paula's exams are over. Lucky her.
While I have this freaking lit test. No one likes lit, dammit.
I love to lie.
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...
I'm blogging. Again. Oh, well.
I'm hopelessly in love with music boxes.
Oh, and I wore that pretty white collared shirt for the first time and have decided that I've fallen in love with it and am going to wear it every Saturday/Sunday/whatever day for the rest of my life. As long as it fits me.
I want a music box for Christmas.
I'm blogging. Again. Oh, well.
I'm hopelessly in love with music boxes.
Oh, and I wore that pretty white collared shirt for the first time and have decided that I've fallen in love with it and am going to wear it every Saturday/Sunday/whatever day for the rest of my life. As long as it fits me.
I want a music box for Christmas.
...
Finally! Finally! Someone mentioned Amelia in their review! oh my freaking no balled god, nightfireangel, I LOVE YOU. Okay, maybe not, but haha. Ironically So has hit 20 chapters and 46 reviews, which isn't a LOT, but it's a great way to feel appreciated. You have no idea how happy I get whenever I get a review. Or how that anticipation comes along whenever I upload a new chapter, waiting for reviews. What can I say? I'm as egocentric a writer as James Potter was a chaser/seeker.
Mm. Paradise must be lovely. And non existent. Let the upside down rainbow SHINE. Metaphors rock my stinking high socks. :D
I LOOK DOWN ON EVERYONE FROM MY LOVELY PARADISE IN THE CLOUDS. Literally, not figuratively, so shut up.
I don't give a shit about teenage angst. Unless of course you're considering cutting. Or suicide. -glares at someone who will probably never visit my blog-
My affection goes to the starving people of the Middle East. And everywhere else. And the AIDS victims. Hell, compared to these, exams, intellect, teenage angst, family problems, abuse etc. are nothing.
But freedom of speech does exist, so continue saying/typing what yall like. Oh, and I'll be putting up a new site soon...sort of...maybe... oh. Well. Look out for it.
I'm cleverer and stupid-er than most people think I am. I'm ignorant to bliss, aware of the bad stuff. For a thirteen year old I'll consider myself more mature than others of my age, but not all that mature because I still throw sand at people at the playground. And other stuff. Oh, and I consider some of my views on life very philosophical and I think that they are views others should adopt as well, but freedom of belief does exist, so I'm not forcing anyone into thinking and believing what I think.
I am well aware that my writing skills surpass many others of my age but I'm also convinced that I'll never become a good writer. Main reason being that I can't put together a good plot for nuts. Even if my descriptive and my expression are good, the plot speaks for itself, so I doubt I'll ever get a story published. And besides, there're so many other good writers out there, much much better than me.
Like Stephen King. Stephen King rocks. He's good in descriptive AND plot making. Also, Agatha Christie. She's brilliant when it comes to plots, only her descriptive isn't that good.
Elizabeth George Speare rocks.
So does whoever wrote Tuck Everlasting. (Mary something?) And I like Anne Barrett's 'Midway'. But if I continue like this, this post will never end, so anyway.
Who gives a stinking fuck about the bad things people think of me? From this post, people may start thinking of me as egocentric, but I'm only telling what I think I am.
I am currently trying to work up the courage to be like, what's her name again... Oh well. She's a woman who wrote something in a book, something that those Islam manics got scared of, and prosecuted her for it. HA. And her country claims to be democratic. Please. She's my idol.
Fanfiction is for those with dreams and imagination.
Go on, say I'm ignorant.
Because being ignorant to everything but the bad points in life is what shaped me to become the optimist/semi-pessimist that I am today.
I'm still alive.
The fucker
(I got this from Meg Cabot's 'Boy Meets Girl'. I just love her stories. Call me a bimbo, but I know I'm not. Haha. Mitchell Hertzog -who strongly reminds me of a nicer Blaise Zabini- signs off his emails with 'The Fucker', or 'Fucker', just to spite some people. lmao. Meg Cabot so rocks!
What's a Skiboy?
WAHAHAHAHA. LMFAO.)
Mm. Paradise must be lovely. And non existent. Let the upside down rainbow SHINE. Metaphors rock my stinking high socks. :D
I LOOK DOWN ON EVERYONE FROM MY LOVELY PARADISE IN THE CLOUDS. Literally, not figuratively, so shut up.
I don't give a shit about teenage angst. Unless of course you're considering cutting. Or suicide. -glares at someone who will probably never visit my blog-
My affection goes to the starving people of the Middle East. And everywhere else. And the AIDS victims. Hell, compared to these, exams, intellect, teenage angst, family problems, abuse etc. are nothing.
But freedom of speech does exist, so continue saying/typing what yall like. Oh, and I'll be putting up a new site soon...sort of...maybe... oh. Well. Look out for it.
I'm cleverer and stupid-er than most people think I am. I'm ignorant to bliss, aware of the bad stuff. For a thirteen year old I'll consider myself more mature than others of my age, but not all that mature because I still throw sand at people at the playground. And other stuff. Oh, and I consider some of my views on life very philosophical and I think that they are views others should adopt as well, but freedom of belief does exist, so I'm not forcing anyone into thinking and believing what I think.
I am well aware that my writing skills surpass many others of my age but I'm also convinced that I'll never become a good writer. Main reason being that I can't put together a good plot for nuts. Even if my descriptive and my expression are good, the plot speaks for itself, so I doubt I'll ever get a story published. And besides, there're so many other good writers out there, much much better than me.
Like Stephen King. Stephen King rocks. He's good in descriptive AND plot making. Also, Agatha Christie. She's brilliant when it comes to plots, only her descriptive isn't that good.
Elizabeth George Speare rocks.
So does whoever wrote Tuck Everlasting. (Mary something?) And I like Anne Barrett's 'Midway'. But if I continue like this, this post will never end, so anyway.
Who gives a stinking fuck about the bad things people think of me? From this post, people may start thinking of me as egocentric, but I'm only telling what I think I am.
I am currently trying to work up the courage to be like, what's her name again... Oh well. She's a woman who wrote something in a book, something that those Islam manics got scared of, and prosecuted her for it. HA. And her country claims to be democratic. Please. She's my idol.
Fanfiction is for those with dreams and imagination.
Go on, say I'm ignorant.
Because being ignorant to everything but the bad points in life is what shaped me to become the optimist/semi-pessimist that I am today.
I'm still alive.
The fucker
(I got this from Meg Cabot's 'Boy Meets Girl'. I just love her stories. Call me a bimbo, but I know I'm not. Haha. Mitchell Hertzog -who strongly reminds me of a nicer Blaise Zabini- signs off his emails with 'The Fucker', or 'Fucker', just to spite some people. lmao. Meg Cabot so rocks!
What's a Skiboy?
WAHAHAHAHA. LMFAO.)
Friday, October 07, 2005
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I cringe when I see all that shit. I mean this metaphorically. If this is the life of a 13 year old, I'm lucky. I won't be like some bimbos, randomly crying out 'my life suxx', 'omg my life is so shitty larh', 'i hate my lyfe!' and stuff like that, likening themselves to damsels in distress/ladies of the night. Painted faces. Dolls. Fakers.
Face it, the starving children in Africa and Iraq and all those developing countries have got it much worse than yall. So stop with all that self pity. Stop crying and bloody look around you. I'd rather go to Africa and distribute water bottles. Contrary to what that bloody volunteer who came to primary school last year to give a talk, yes, I do believe that distributing water bottles in Africa WILL make a difference. A bottle of water could save a life. Bloody volunteer. What the heck would you know?
Okay, anyway, I have to agree totally with a writer who said that the word fuck is in the vocabulary bank of lots of 13 year olds. I'm 12, hah.
Anyway, self pity. Lol. Yo, GWL, wassup wif all dat angsty nicknames on msn lorhx. ahaha. Hey, ------ from primary school, you're not in love. If you're 13 and you think you're in love, objective word being 'think', I say you're a despo freak.
Damn msn nicknames. Damn I-think-no-one-else-in-the-world-is-as-sad-as-me people. You freaking fuckers, get a life.
Self pity is degrading yerself. Ye hate yourselves so much? Go jump in the Rio Grande. Or the Missouri.
Pretty rivers.
My life is good and I know it. I don't freaking wallow in self pity. Self-pitiers, get OUT. I'd rather read LJ. Or Write LJ. There're so many people out there who're more unfortunate than you, like, read the news! Women are getting raped and molested out there; it's amazing that no one has campaigned to castrate all men. Or at least castrate all rapists and molesters.
Sometimes we need to learn from the barbarians.
-failedpessimist
Face it, the starving children in Africa and Iraq and all those developing countries have got it much worse than yall. So stop with all that self pity. Stop crying and bloody look around you. I'd rather go to Africa and distribute water bottles. Contrary to what that bloody volunteer who came to primary school last year to give a talk, yes, I do believe that distributing water bottles in Africa WILL make a difference. A bottle of water could save a life. Bloody volunteer. What the heck would you know?
Okay, anyway, I have to agree totally with a writer who said that the word fuck is in the vocabulary bank of lots of 13 year olds. I'm 12, hah.
Anyway, self pity. Lol. Yo, GWL, wassup wif all dat angsty nicknames on msn lorhx. ahaha. Hey, ------ from primary school, you're not in love. If you're 13 and you think you're in love, objective word being 'think', I say you're a despo freak.
Damn msn nicknames. Damn I-think-no-one-else-in-the-world-is-as-sad-as-me people. You freaking fuckers, get a life.
Self pity is degrading yerself. Ye hate yourselves so much? Go jump in the Rio Grande. Or the Missouri.
Pretty rivers.
My life is good and I know it. I don't freaking wallow in self pity. Self-pitiers, get OUT. I'd rather read LJ. Or Write LJ. There're so many people out there who're more unfortunate than you, like, read the news! Women are getting raped and molested out there; it's amazing that no one has campaigned to castrate all men. Or at least castrate all rapists and molesters.
Sometimes we need to learn from the barbarians.
-failedpessimist
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Is there a word such as 'oblivy'? I hope so. I like that word. A lot.
Oh, and recently I've read a book with more than just a few hints at homosexuality and then I thought about Romeo and Juliet, and A Midsummer's Night Dream. Romantic tragedies and comedies respectively.
People fuck up their brains with all those shitty illusions about ROMANCE.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. - Author Unknown
ooh. that's some seriously funny shit.
Okay, maybe not, but uh, let's continue, kay? Kay.
People deceive themselves that love is a beautiful wondrous thing, and then they catch a lesbian couple kissing and their eye pop out of their small heads and their mouths form this 'o' which is the exact size of their puny brain.
They see an incestual couple kissing and they privately think about how immoral it is.
All while claiming that they accept love.
If you really accept love, you accept ALL forms of it, which include incest and homo-ism.
There's no such thing about loving one part of love and hating another, because all love is the same.
The love between a gay couple and the love between a 'normal' couple is exactly the same.
It's all love, you freaks. No diff. Go figure. Get it into your head. Shut the fuck up and listen me out.
You're an ardent fan of Alexander the Great, huh?
Well.
He liked men.
THERE. PERIOD. FUCK OFF, YOU 'CLOSE MINDED' PEOPLE.
Oh, and dear gags Mr. Wong, no matter how much of a bookworm I am and regardless of the fact that I am an avid reader and a hockey lover, I don't go around holding a book to my nose as in really to my NOSE and carrying my lovely (er) orange hockey stick in another hand. That's just stupidity. Like, who does that?
oh, and maybe I'd make Winnie drink the water, though that's getting a bit cliche... -smiles sadly-
Maybe another time. Like, in another one-shot. (:
HEY ROBYN. GOOD LUCK FOR CHINESE NEXT WEEK.
Chinese. Ah.
Su xian, Huiting, Calida and I originally had the whole mini skit prepared. Huiting, Calida and I would play the starving-cannibal-villagers who believed that throwing salt into the sea would appease the no balled river god. But when we went up, everything went wrong and us actors got cold feet and thus did not bow down and throw 'salt' at the audience as originally planned.
Teacher ended up thinking that we didn't plan our thing properly. Not that I can blame her though I am freakingly pissed. At myself. And at my group. haha.
NOT.
I mean, haha, not.
Yeah.
But on the bright side, I got full marks for ting xie. The first time ever this year. -smiles-
So now 100 is my highest score and 98 is my second highest and 94 is my third highest and 90 is my fouth highest and 37/50 is my lowest. Unfortunately. But if I go according to Mr. Liew's standards, I only have to attend remedial ting xie one time. Er, yay.
Come to think of it, there isn't a single teacher in this school with the surname "Liew". I guess.
Oh, and I only just realized exactly HOW 'green' sng is. So many plants. And trees. And stuff. ooer. Weird.
The dentist's office is so cramped up, I pity the dentist. It sort of stank of...something. ZPS' dental clinic was prettier. More hightech. Tidier. BIGGER. SO MUCH BIGGER.
But there's no point comparing. -sobs-
45 reviews for my LJ fic! ahaha. I'm jumping with joy. Not.
wahaha.
DOWN WITH ALL PUNY DENTAL CLINICS AND DENTAL FLOSS AND FAKE DENTAL TEETH.
Oh, and recently I've read a book with more than just a few hints at homosexuality and then I thought about Romeo and Juliet, and A Midsummer's Night Dream. Romantic tragedies and comedies respectively.
People fuck up their brains with all those shitty illusions about ROMANCE.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. - Author Unknown
ooh. that's some seriously funny shit.
Okay, maybe not, but uh, let's continue, kay? Kay.
People deceive themselves that love is a beautiful wondrous thing, and then they catch a lesbian couple kissing and their eye pop out of their small heads and their mouths form this 'o' which is the exact size of their puny brain.
They see an incestual couple kissing and they privately think about how immoral it is.
All while claiming that they accept love.
If you really accept love, you accept ALL forms of it, which include incest and homo-ism.
There's no such thing about loving one part of love and hating another, because all love is the same.
The love between a gay couple and the love between a 'normal' couple is exactly the same.
It's all love, you freaks. No diff. Go figure. Get it into your head. Shut the fuck up and listen me out.
You're an ardent fan of Alexander the Great, huh?
Well.
He liked men.
THERE. PERIOD. FUCK OFF, YOU 'CLOSE MINDED' PEOPLE.
Oh, and dear gags Mr. Wong, no matter how much of a bookworm I am and regardless of the fact that I am an avid reader and a hockey lover, I don't go around holding a book to my nose as in really to my NOSE and carrying my lovely (er) orange hockey stick in another hand. That's just stupidity. Like, who does that?
oh, and maybe I'd make Winnie drink the water, though that's getting a bit cliche... -smiles sadly-
Maybe another time. Like, in another one-shot. (:
HEY ROBYN. GOOD LUCK FOR CHINESE NEXT WEEK.
Chinese. Ah.
Su xian, Huiting, Calida and I originally had the whole mini skit prepared. Huiting, Calida and I would play the starving-cannibal-villagers who believed that throwing salt into the sea would appease the no balled river god. But when we went up, everything went wrong and us actors got cold feet and thus did not bow down and throw 'salt' at the audience as originally planned.
Teacher ended up thinking that we didn't plan our thing properly. Not that I can blame her though I am freakingly pissed. At myself. And at my group. haha.
NOT.
I mean, haha, not.
Yeah.
But on the bright side, I got full marks for ting xie. The first time ever this year. -smiles-
So now 100 is my highest score and 98 is my second highest and 94 is my third highest and 90 is my fouth highest and 37/50 is my lowest. Unfortunately. But if I go according to Mr. Liew's standards, I only have to attend remedial ting xie one time. Er, yay.
Come to think of it, there isn't a single teacher in this school with the surname "Liew". I guess.
Oh, and I only just realized exactly HOW 'green' sng is. So many plants. And trees. And stuff. ooer. Weird.
The dentist's office is so cramped up, I pity the dentist. It sort of stank of...something. ZPS' dental clinic was prettier. More hightech. Tidier. BIGGER. SO MUCH BIGGER.
But there's no point comparing. -sobs-
45 reviews for my LJ fic! ahaha. I'm jumping with joy. Not.
wahaha.
DOWN WITH ALL PUNY DENTAL CLINICS AND DENTAL FLOSS AND FAKE DENTAL TEETH.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
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-Mr.and Mrs Smith- sucks. Really.
Oh, and Robyn, Paula, Saranya, Amanda - you might get a laugh out of this. Just now (exact time unknown) I cycled past mushroom's house where -someone- and his sister were playing badminton. I thought that someone was their maid but it turned out to be mushroom himself. lmfao. Imagine - mushroom, maid. Mushroom, maid. Mushroom, maid. Er ha ha.
Okay, maybe it's not that funny.
Ah, scrap that. It's not funny at all.
Anyway. I watched the people play badminton at the oval dais. Stick-man, being the skinny showoff he is, could hardly play badminton yet he was like...uh...showing off? He backtracks a little distance, runs forward and swipes the racket at the shuttlecock as if it's swordplay. It was h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s. And the sad part was that he actually thought we were impressed by him. I find it fascinating that such people actually exist outside chick flicks.
Hm. And all the while I was sitting cross legged by the sideline, watching the game like an utter moron because I am quite aware that my badminton skills have seriously deteriorated.
...
20cm. 20cm!
Oh, and Robyn, Paula, Saranya, Amanda - you might get a laugh out of this. Just now (exact time unknown) I cycled past mushroom's house where -someone- and his sister were playing badminton. I thought that someone was their maid but it turned out to be mushroom himself. lmfao. Imagine - mushroom, maid. Mushroom, maid. Mushroom, maid. Er ha ha.
Okay, maybe it's not that funny.
Ah, scrap that. It's not funny at all.
Anyway. I watched the people play badminton at the oval dais. Stick-man, being the skinny showoff he is, could hardly play badminton yet he was like...uh...showing off? He backtracks a little distance, runs forward and swipes the racket at the shuttlecock as if it's swordplay. It was h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s. And the sad part was that he actually thought we were impressed by him. I find it fascinating that such people actually exist outside chick flicks.
Hm. And all the while I was sitting cross legged by the sideline, watching the game like an utter moron because I am quite aware that my badminton skills have seriously deteriorated.
...
20cm. 20cm!
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ooer. My new layout sucks but it's so much better than Draco Malfoy's face. (:
I've realized -again- how fun it is to have a birthday party. Don't you dare say it's childish. I mean, even my grandparents celebrate their birthdays. I want to celebrate mine this year, as in, really celebrate. Though I don't think it'll happen.
Oh, and my mum asked me what christmas present I'd like to have.
All I really want is to have good results, actually.
But other than that...hm.
I've realized -again- how fun it is to have a birthday party. Don't you dare say it's childish. I mean, even my grandparents celebrate their birthdays. I want to celebrate mine this year, as in, really celebrate. Though I don't think it'll happen.
Oh, and my mum asked me what christmas present I'd like to have.
All I really want is to have good results, actually.
But other than that...hm.
- Perfect eyesight!
oops, I mean contact lenses. Sigh.
- MORE MORE MORE BLACK tshirts. And white ones.
- Jeans. I don't own a single pair.
- A brain transplant. I want, uh, J.K. Rowling's brain. And money. Jaykay.
- For my hockey to like, really really really improve?
- More vcds; movies like "Lady Jane". You know, romantic historical fiction.
- For my WRITING to improve.
- For my LJ story to be completed.
- To befriend Saranya's neighbours. Uh, Paula, Robyn, Saranya, Amanda, it really would be nice to have some guy friends for a change. Guy. Friends. Not. Boyfriends. Guy. Friends. Got me? (:
- To cut my hair short short short. Snip.
- There's really nothing else.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
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Today was my bratty sister Stefi's birthday party. It was fun, except for the part where it was the cake cutting/blowing/whatever and I had to stand behind her and put on my most miserable face when they took a picture. But hey, I got to meet up with my cousins.
Hey James, you probably won't read this considering as you like, never read my blog? But I am insanely jealous of you because you've shot up by at least 20cm. And you're so much taller than me now. Did I mention that I would like to shoot up by 20cm? Well, not so much, maybe 15cm. Jeez. Oh well.
AND Gordon, dear brother of James, does height run in your family or something? You're in P5 this year and you're as tall as me. Oh, and -puts on deadliest glare- never ever spray that mosquito repellent thing on me again. It stinks, really! And I swear that I will throw more wet towels at you again if you do so. Heh. (:
So basically, the last dying hours of the party were spent (by me) thrashing my two cousins (Gordon and Joel) on xbox. But it doesn't really count, considering that Joel is what, six years old? Er ha ha.
I've lost all my badminton skills. I used to be good at it. Now I'm so... I can't even swerve! Ah, such is the bitterness of playing too much hockey and neglecting my precious badminton racket.
Oh, James, you're in your class' hockey team right? I don't know if you'll be able to follow this advice coach always gives us - bend down. Considering that you're like, uber tall now, you probably won't be able to bend down... Oh, I'm joking, really I am. -smiles evilly-
And, Gordon (and James), if you ever try to steal the computer mouse again I swear I will personally castrate you two.
I need a new blogskin. =\
Hey James, you probably won't read this considering as you like, never read my blog? But I am insanely jealous of you because you've shot up by at least 20cm. And you're so much taller than me now. Did I mention that I would like to shoot up by 20cm? Well, not so much, maybe 15cm. Jeez. Oh well.
AND Gordon, dear brother of James, does height run in your family or something? You're in P5 this year and you're as tall as me. Oh, and -puts on deadliest glare- never ever spray that mosquito repellent thing on me again. It stinks, really! And I swear that I will throw more wet towels at you again if you do so. Heh. (:
So basically, the last dying hours of the party were spent (by me) thrashing my two cousins (Gordon and Joel) on xbox. But it doesn't really count, considering that Joel is what, six years old? Er ha ha.
I've lost all my badminton skills. I used to be good at it. Now I'm so... I can't even swerve! Ah, such is the bitterness of playing too much hockey and neglecting my precious badminton racket.
Oh, James, you're in your class' hockey team right? I don't know if you'll be able to follow this advice coach always gives us - bend down. Considering that you're like, uber tall now, you probably won't be able to bend down... Oh, I'm joking, really I am. -smiles evilly-
And, Gordon (and James), if you ever try to steal the computer mouse again I swear I will personally castrate you two.
I need a new blogskin. =\
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My mum went and got me this necklace with this tiny pendant of a... cross. This necklace is nice. I like the silver chain. The cross is pretty, really pretty, but I don't feel okay wearing it because I turned my back on anything to do with Christianity/Catholism a few months ago. But I still like the necklace.
So I'll just pretend that the cross represents the Red Cross. I am, after all, an ex Red Cross-ian. Though I never really enjoyed Red Cross meetings.
Also, my dear favourite prime minister Mr. Lee Hsien Long, there is something on which I need serious -puts on serious face- enlightening.
Ahem. You throw such a hissy fit (okay, exaggerating) when racism comes along. Then, may I ask, why you don't slam those chauvinistic brats out there? You say racism promotes hate in the community. Chauvinism does the same thing. There are lots of chauvinistic comments made there, many of which were published in the newspaper. Racists deserve your attention, so why not chauvinists?
Afterall, your precious Indians and Malays would not have come about if not for les femmes. Us women/girls/ladies/whatevers play key roles in society, and you dare continue to let us be discriminated against by chauvinists, put down, raped, forced to submit to our husbands, boyfriends etc.? Damn. Chauvinists and all should be fined, then put into 50 years imprisonment, and then, dear Prime Minister, I'd suggest guillotine-ing off their heads.
Racists and chauvinists are equally damned, so there's no reason for the government to slam down on one of these and ignore the other.
So I'll just pretend that the cross represents the Red Cross. I am, after all, an ex Red Cross-ian. Though I never really enjoyed Red Cross meetings.
Also, my dear favourite prime minister Mr. Lee Hsien Long, there is something on which I need serious -puts on serious face- enlightening.
Ahem. You throw such a hissy fit (okay, exaggerating) when racism comes along. Then, may I ask, why you don't slam those chauvinistic brats out there? You say racism promotes hate in the community. Chauvinism does the same thing. There are lots of chauvinistic comments made there, many of which were published in the newspaper. Racists deserve your attention, so why not chauvinists?
Afterall, your precious Indians and Malays would not have come about if not for les femmes. Us women/girls/ladies/whatevers play key roles in society, and you dare continue to let us be discriminated against by chauvinists, put down, raped, forced to submit to our husbands, boyfriends etc.? Damn. Chauvinists and all should be fined, then put into 50 years imprisonment, and then, dear Prime Minister, I'd suggest guillotine-ing off their heads.
Racists and chauvinists are equally damned, so there's no reason for the government to slam down on one of these and ignore the other.
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