What Do The Years 1991-2005 Have In Common? They’re Identical.
I’m touched that Zu Kai thanked me in his blog. Snnniiff.
We’ll miss you Zu Kai, life in TK without you will be dull.. lifeless.. grey.. gloomy.. Yeah.
You’re one of the funniest and coolest people in TK, I know you’ll have a damn good time in JC.
And… I’m lousy at these things. But you know what I mean. =)
Added more stuff. Find it. Hohoho.
Christ, I think the hormones are acting up. I get pissed at.. everything.
Even every tiny little thing my mom does annoys me even though she does it all the time.
Jesus.
Anyway, this post is all going to be about, well, Me. Yay?
If you can’t bear to see the words, “Me”, “I” and “My” for 100 times, you probably shouldn’t read this one.
Sooo…
2005 is coming to an end.
And like every other post I write about how the year has been, I would say it sucked, shitted, worth puking over, relieved it’s done with, crappy, dumb, stupid etc.
I guess this year didn’t go too well. Well, just like any other year.
But compared to other crappy years I’ve spent, I guess this one was… was… I can’t bear to say it.. Oh fine, this year was OKAY
Let’s see what has happened.
For the first 4 months, I was in drama-mama mode.
I was way into a relationship which was obvious that it wasn’t going to work out.
But of course, like any other teen with a boyfriend, I thought it was going to.
Expectedly, it didn’t. I became all angsty, RAWRLIFESUCKS!!11oneone for about a couple of months.
Then reality hit me that I didn’t want to be those wrist-sliting dEpReSsEd girls, so I got over it.
I think I forgot everything else that happened during those 4 months. Wowee, relationships sure do takes up your entire mind space eh. I vaguely remember.. well, nothing.
It’s actually a nice feeling. Kind of like anesthetic. You just black out about everything else for a while.
Or a drug. Just makes you feel so happy, so incredibly happy. Yeah, it’s fantastic. Then when you’re not taking it anymore, you just feel like crap, like every bone in your body will break.
I tried picking up the guitar, but that just faded off too. Because of *cough*Mr.I’mTooCool&BusyPlayingSoccer*cough* But it’s alright. We’ll pick it up again.
Results went well, school was well.
I didn’t care about results much, is was just simply anger which drove me into studying harder so that I’d cheer up when I get good results. If I can’t achieve in life, at least I can do so in grades.
Yeah, it’s dumb. When I’m stressed, I study. Now that’s a surprise, even for me.
Teachers were annoying but that’s just the way they are.
I guess I didn’t have any problems with friends, we didn’t have any big drama arguments.
Unlike weirdos who whine just because their best friend’s got nicer nails than they do, you know those dipshits. But we just hung out together, no politics between us, I guess.
Well, not that I know of. =)
No big arguments with Liz, Dee and Eunice either, of course not.
Then things got complicated, all about love and crap all over again, ya di dada.
Then came the funniest event of 2005
I guess the idiot of the year will just has to be Cliffton, oops, I mean, Shithead.
Now THAT event, made me laugh to the max.
It was the man with the most memorable quote:
“I change girlfriends like I change my underwear.”
I still can’t help getting tickled by what he said. No seriously, I really think he doesn’t change his underwear. Seriously. I’m not joking. Take a look at my face, I ain’t laughing. I’m stoned.
I don’t mean to keep harping on it, but it’s just hilarious.
As you can probably remember, Cliffton was the dude who got downright bitchy about my rejection and went,
“Oh pfft, she’s nothing to me anyway. Oh, but I’ll go tell every dude in school that she sucks because if I can’t have her, no one can. *chuckles like Barney* Oh, and she’s nothing too. I got that point across, right?”
Doesn’t make any sense huh. I’m nothing, yet he bothers to do all that stuff.
Riigghhtt.
I still don’t get it. What do you want, a relationship out of sympathy or how about I tell you in your face that I hate you to save us a mere couple of months?
Now that, highlights his infamous nickname of Shithead.
I’d rather not waste my time and energy, I don’t know about him though.
Anyway, it still makes me laugh.
So in all, every big event that happened this year all involved, you guessed it, Dudes. To be more precise, love/infatuation.
It’s kind of sad in a way. I don’t know how to explain it. But it seems a little pathetic.
So sad to say [No pun intended], I have a sad life.
Well, actually, sad year. Okay year, but sad in a way if you think more into it.
So the only material I’ve got in my hands is.. relationships.
Sounds like “Julia’s a flirt” but in my own defence, I’m not.
Maybe one day when I have problems with friends, I’ll bitch about it. =)
Then I’ll seem emo.
It seems so surreal. I can hardly remember what ever happened in my relationships other than it just happened. I guess the further you get away from all these memories, it just becomes statistics.
It’ll just become, “Oh. Yeah. I had about 17 boyfriends.” And you don’t even remember their names.
It just becomes a number.
Inevitably, in the future, I think that will eventually happen to all of us. And it creeps the shit out of me because it sounds so impersonal, dead and superficial.
Yes people, I’m disgusted with myself and my future self as well.
I suppose some get into relationships just for the sake of numbers, telling everyone else that they’ve got a dude and the breakup won’t be a big deal.
But for my case, I think I put way too much feeling into it.
I can’t help it. I don’t get how some people can merely flit from one person to another. Their breakups just seem so clean and unfeeling.
I can never do that, I’d be in a LifeSucks mode for a long time and just want to die on my bed.
And yet, right now in very this moment, I am still being suckered into the same trap.
Hypocritical.
Oh gasp. I think I’m like Colin. If I’m not wrong, that is.
It’s not a bad thing, but wow, that’s a realisation.
Hah, maybe the reason why I got ditched first was because I couldn’t bear to let things go, I’m always in denial.
Just seems as though everyone else can do that, it’s just so weird. Just let go. Wow.
So I’m guessing that in future relationships, I will always be “in love” [whatever that might be] with whoever I like or am with, and I will always be the one ended up being ditched.
Hooray for me.
I think dudes will stay far away from me after this. Hawhawhaw. Oh wells.
Back to the topic of 2005.
I guess what I’ve got to be thankful for is.. Being alive?
Every moment while I’m awake, I keep thinking some freak accident will happen and we’ll all just die.
Like.. A fan dropping on us. Or someone stabbing your neck with a knife. Then there’s microwaves exploding. Or just simply drop dead.
And.. Uhh.. Friends. And my sister.
I’m glad I’m still in touch with Liz, Eunice and Dee because I don’t think I’ll ever have a real friend in TK. They’re mostly all, as I’ve said before, either superficial, plain nutty or backstabbing. Well at least, the ones I know.
Come to think of it, I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world like them. =/
There’s probably no one else as sincere as they are.
I think if I didn’t have them, I’d probably become a pink freak going around saying, “LOL” instead of laughing properly and going around having 20 boyfriends.
I completely forgot, I was reminded on Dee’s blog to write all this stuff:
Liz - Yeah, her determination is great, and she keeps promises to herself and don’t break them. Me, on the other hand, break my own promises 24/7
Eunice - Unlike other rich kids who flaunt their money, she knows that money isn’t the main issue. Sure, she might think I live in PASIR RIS and has no idea what my chinese name is [harharhar], but she’s not shallow.
Dee - I still remember in primary 4, I wrote that she was my idol, instead of Enrique Iglesias or Ricky Martin or whoever. Harharhar. She still is. I think she’s like, whole package. Whee. Mature, smart, funny, etc. Everytime I make a decision, I’d think, “What would Denise do.. Hmm.” Yup.
Maybe I’m generalising too much, but I don’t know. Everytime I meet someone whom I thought could form a bond with me, they kinda just.. drift off, somewhere.
It’s always a one-way thing. Usually when I want to be good friends with someone, they don’t feel the same way, because they’ve got someone else better to talk to or whatever.
To me, the 4 of us has got a pretty strong bond.
Of course in this world there’ll be always someone else better to talk to, better to look at, better to blah blah with. But it doesn’t really matter for the 4 of us because… I don’t know, just because.
Now that, I feel, really is love. =)
It disgusts me whenever sometimes I see my female schoolmates gushing over each other like, “Ohhhh I LOOVVEEE YOUUU!” then they scurry off to someone else and bitch about her. How sincere is that?
That’s why everytime I get into a relationship, I’m always hoping to accomplish that sort of feeling I have with Dee, Liz and Eunice.
Like, regardless of all the flaws, we still love each other. Cheesy, but yeah.
Sure, relationships aren’t everything. But they’re something.
But as I said, it’s one-way. I have a feeling that they were just looking for a good time.
Hah, and usually with me, there is no good time. I’m as boring as a block of wood around other people, because I don’t know them.
Evonne, FL, Aiyan and Julien are all alright though. It’s fine.
Yah Yah, okay, some are fine as well, like Chee Yang. [Here's your name]
It’s good that I don’t have such a huge social circle though. I’d forget about others.
I’ve gotten over the whole LifeSucks thing because I’m starting to realise that every year, it will exactly be like this.
There will be problems, funny weird crap and so on. Every year it’s the same, no difference.
And wherever we go, we will always encounter shit like that.
In a way, celebrating a New Year just because we’re given a fresh beginning doesn’t work.
Because the next year will just be the same.
So I’m no longer depressed. Well at least, not yet.
Because shit happens all the time.
C’mon people, no point in grieving over stuff like this, it’ll just keep on happening. And it’s alright, it really is.
Because like what Celine Dion tells me, Life goes on.
Or was it ‘My love will go on’?
Groan. Ah whatever. Both sound cheesy anyway.
So it was an alright year. Sad too. But alright.
And in attempt to improve 2006 slightly more, I’ve got resolutions, which I’m most likely not going to keep anyways.
Resolutions
1) Stop feeling scared of necks
2) Improve Chinese
3) Stop hating too much [Not gonna happen. Haw]
4) Eat more
5) Stop chewing/cutting fingernails
6) Try not to be a crybaby
7) Draw more
Stop being nice to people I don’t like
9) Proper relationship, if I should ever get one
10) Do my homework, stop copying. Gah. *smacks head*
11) Stop being so self-centred
12) Learn how to play the guitar, fod God’s sake.
Well, I feel that New Year’s is overrated, just like Christmas.
So I won’t be attending any parties or whatsoever. That’s right, no life. I’ve got nothing to celebrate anyways, one year closer to my death, that’s it.
Or in a happy perspective, I could be celebrating because I’m still alive.
Happy New Year, everyone.
And I just found out I got 2 ‘A Perfect Circle’ albums, exactly the same. -_-’
Well this is awkward. Sorry, T.X
Evil Santa
Emo session:
Well well.
I feel downright motherfuckingly fucked up.
Yes I do.
It’s not even supposed to be fucking there.
Why the fuck is it there. Why the fuck do I have to be just.. Put here. Be here.
God, does this.. This shit have to be here? Right here. It just does, doesn’t it. It’s just all over me, this shit is all over me.
Fuck. There’s only so much crap I can take.
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I don’t remember anything else in Narnia except this scene:
Santa Claus gave weapons to kids.
And he tried to cover it up by saying, “These aren’t weapons, these are tools.”
You can’t fool me, fat man. I know they’re weapons.
Arrows and swords ain’t no tools. Tools in what, shooting birds off your branches to prevent them from pooing on your roof? I think not, they’d still be dead anyways.
I was already pretty amazed by the fact that Santa Claus actually appeared in Narnia world.
And he had to go on handing out weapons in his jolly fashion.
In addition, what was even more incredulous was that everybody else seemed to be absorbing that weird scene.
And everyone else was watching like everything was fine and dandy, like Santa Claus handing out weapons to children for them to kill everything in their path in Narnia was normal. Right.
Santa Claus. Weapons.
I still can’t get over it. Then some shit about the lion coming back from the dead just because he wanted to, and Susan only used the ARROWS-WHICH-SANTA-GAVE once.
And Lucy’s dagger was obsolete. She used her healing potion once.
Edmond didn’t get anything. Hawhaw.
So Peter ended up doing all the work, killing people with his oh mighty sword.
Actually, those kids didn’t even do anything. Cried here, cried there.
When the 2 girls were crying over the dead lion, I thought their tears would bring him back to life, as any other cheesy movie would plan.
But nah.
In all:
The lion saved the world, evil witch died, good triumphs evil, everyone’s happy, I like bananas.
To be fair, I suppose the actors and props and etc were really good.
But the story seemed too.. Piled. Plus, the Santa Claus incident. Harhar.
Wondering how Santa looked like? Here he is.
Nose Burp.
Yah.
So. Today. This entry will be b-o-r-i-n-g.
We went over to Eunice’s new house, which was under construction.
One word: Humongouslyhugebigassenormouslylargegargatuan
I couldn’t believe it. That mansion is half the size of cineleisure, approximately. Your mouth will just go gahgahgah. It’s swimming pool in just right smack in the middle, just perfect. Huge.
It’s insane. Insane. INSANE. Oh god, my eyes are just blinded by the looks of it’s glorious-ness. *shields eyes*
It’s so amazing to see it. But I was wondering.. Well, it’s a great mansion, but I wouldn’t wanna live there. It looks great, it really does. Unbelievable.
But all this big space.. Man, for one thing, I don’t even have enough stuff to fill the house. I can’t even imagine all the material-wise things I want to fill up the house.
Secondly, well, personally I guess living in a big empty house gives me all these weird pangs.
Like how tiny I am in the house, which means how tiny I am in the universe, and that leads to the thought of dying and that leads to how heaven doesn’t exist and we’re all gonna just be gone one day and our molecules will simply be broken down and become part of the Earth for the earthworms to wingle around in and this place is a shithole.
Big spaces are depressing.
So anyway, Lizard couldn’t make it. SAD SAD. Aww.
And we exchanged christmas presents. Whoopdeedoo. I got The Buzzcocks album and Dee burnt a Beatles CD for me. Thanks.
We watched Wallace and Gromit, since Dee already watched Narnia and I’ve already watched Kong Kong. Narnia. Geez. It’s like Harry Potter, 3 kids doing some magic fantasy shit.
It looks alright though. =)
I was cheated, once again. $7 down the drain. I was almost asleep until Wallace aka Were-Rabbit hopped onto a building with the woman he loved wrapped in his arm.
Know what that resembled?
King Kong.
Hoho. That really woke up up.
Well, at least it didn’t screw up as much as Madagascar did. That movie was the epitome of all things shitty.
Then we went, you’re gonna laugh, SHOPPING.
HURHHURHHURH.
We get downright bored to the toes with shopping. There’s like, a time limit when our attention will last. Probably about an hour.
So we kept it during the hour. And got stuff. Whoopdeedoo? God. I feel so bimbo. Shopping. SHOPPING. Or maybe we’re just growing up.
Then we headed to Eunice’s dad’s office. But he wasn’t there, so we hung out at the 4th floor thanks to her older cousin. Drank coke and ate chocolate.
I kept having nose burps. Hah. Like, when the gas just pops into your nose. It feels wonky, like a big sudden taste of wasabi. Weird.
Okay, redundent.
Anyway, that was about it. It was nice, simple, dum dum. Good day.
And my heart feels like it’s gonna explode with anxiety any second now.
I PwNzZ YoU
Oh right, and Merry Christmas too.
Recently, before every movie I watch, the same old song will start booming through to speakers.
Chicken Little song.
Bu pa bu pa yay yay yay la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la. Ba lee pa HEE, ba lee pa HOO, ba lee pa HA HA. Blah blah blah blah yay yay yay yay.
Or something like that anyway.
Now it’s just stuck in my head, playing for the thousandth time.
It’s bad enough I have to listen to that chick song on television. People are actually making covers of it, for spongebob’s sake.
But after that nerdy chick’s techno song was over, it was Kong Kong time!
Kong Kong! I spent my christmas watching a big ape.
The movie was pretty good to me.
Sure, my bladder was screaming when the movie ended and there was a long que at the women’s toilet, but it was worth it.
Kong In a Blog: (Spoilers)
Jack Black (Can’t remember his onscreen name): Failing movie director
Ann: Hot babe who Kong loves
Kong: Bigass ape
Adrien Brody (In order not to mix up with J.B): Has hots for Ann. Writes plays
Jack Black: People don’t like my movies. Life sucks.
Ann: Lost my job. Life sucks.
Adrien: I have to work for Jack Black. Life sucks.
Kong: RAWR
J.B: Hey you, woman. You look good. Wanna come aboard to this yucky, I mean, totally groovy ship so we can film a movie about you and love?
Ann: Groovy! Hey. *points at Adrien* I love his work but he looks crappy.
Adrien: Hey she’s hot.
J.B: Look peeps, I’ve got this map which leads to an island. It’s real, I mean, the island’s called Skull Island after all, I mean, how perfect is that?
Ann: stares at Adrien
Adrien: stares at Ann
J.B: Oh fine. Be that way. To Skull Island!
Captain: Barnacles! Paint me red and slap me silly! There’s fog ahead! Life sucks! *steers ship blindly*
*ship bangs onto rock*
All: Yikes!
J.B: This place looks groovy. Oh hey! Look at these funky rocks, they kinda look like skulls. Haha, no wonder it’s called Skull Island! Perfect. Let’s shoot our movie here.
Cast: Sure.
*while walking through the skull-infested area, a lone tribe member appeared*
J.B: Look at that groovy kid. Here’s some chocolate man, thanks for welcoming us.
Adrien: He wants no chocolate, dude.
J.B: Of course he does, look at him. He’s hungry for it! *hands over chocolate*
*tribe member looks stoned*
*entire population turns up and starts attacking J.B and crew*
All: Arrgghh, life sucks!!
Captain & Crew: Here I am, peeps. *shoots bullets everywhere*
*everyone scurries back to the ship*
Adrien: Oh my barnacles, Ann’s gone!!
All: Barnacles! We all gotta go save her! *goes back to Skull Island*
Meanwhile…
Tribe members: Kong.. Kong.. Kong.. Kong.. Kong..
Ann: Squeak!
Tribe members: Kong.. Kong.. Kong.. Kong.. Kong..
*ties Ann’s arms to 2 polls and lowers her down to the other side*
Kong: Rawr! *grabs Ann*
Ann: Squeal!
[I'm getting bored. Here's the gist: The ship crew goes looking for Ann, some of 'em die. Ann is trying to escape Kong's clutches, but comes to realise that Kong's actually her friend when Kong killed about a gazillion other dinosaurs from eating her.]
*Kong and Ann sits and looks at the sunset*
Ann: Looks groovy.
Kong: *Grunt*
Night came…
Adrien: *stumbles upon Ann and Kong* Ann! Ann!
Ann: *wakes up* Gasp. *wiggles out of Kong’s hands*
Kong: RAWR! *swats at Adrien and big birds*
Ann & Adrien: Let’s escape. *climbs down vines*
Kong: Thinking: Hah, I’m big, fools. That means I can see you from here, losers* RAWR! *grabs Ann and Adrien*
[I'm bored again. They manage to lead Kong back to their ship where everyone was prepared and captured him. Despite Ann screaming NO!! throughout the entire time, she still ran away with Adrien Brody back onto the ship. Her brain and muscles are probably disconnected.]
Back In New York…
J.B: Ladies and Gentlemen. I bring you.. Kong!! All because of me, duh.
Kong: RAWR! *breaks chains*
Audience: Arrgghh life sucks. *runs away*
J.B: Barnacles, my career’s over.
Ann: Oh my gosh, I can somehow feel that.. that.. Kong is standing on his backfeet, trashing a fat man with his fist at the junction of Wonky Avenue and Flooshy Road right now! He’s destroying town too!
Kong: RAWR! *smooshes cars*
Ann: Yo.
Kong: Grunt.
*Kong and Ann play on the frozen ice, then climbs up Empire state building to see the sunrise. That’s right, Kong went destroying the city for about6-8 hours before the army actually realised they had to take action*
Kong: *beats chest lightly*
Ann: Yeah. Groovy.
*airplanes shoot Kong down*
Ann: Banacles!
Kong: Groan. *falls off building*
Adrien: *waits for cue* Here I am, Ann! Sorry I couldn’t do anything about saving Kong, I was actually just waiting down there for him to die first, oops, I mean, I really tried to you know, come up here as fast as possible.
Ann: *hug*
Down there…
Reporter 1: I wonder why he climbed up the building?
Reporter 2: Yeah. Wow. This big hairy animal-of-unknown-name sure is dumb!
J.B: It was beauty killed the beast (Huh?)
-The End-
My dad went, “I don’t think Kong should’ve died. They should’ve had like, environmentally friendly societies come to bring him back to that island, yah?”
Not bad.
Then he made Kong jokes all day long, even while eating his sushi. He moulded his blob of wasabi into “Kong”.
Dad: Okay, here’s Kong.. *stabs 2 holes for eyes with chopsticks* He’s got like, a flat nose right.. *smashes wasabi* Then here’s the girl.. *removes a tiny chunk of wasabi and places it in front of “Kong”* Here’s his hand.. *breaks off some chunks* There’s Kong!
Kong pwnz you.
In Their Eyes
The doors slide open.
Bustling for space, their eager shoulders wedged in between any empty pockets, minds set on an empty seat to plop themselves on.
Brief, irritated glances were shot from their shallow, beady eyes, caressing their selfish egos with scoffing remarks of others secretly formed in the dark corner of their minds.
Their hearts were painted on their faces. Clear as crystal, identical to every other day: pointless greed.
I quietly weaved out of the network of their deafening silent bickering.
Pressing myself into a corner of the train, the doors began to shut, sealing all of our dark threads of thought into a messy bundle in this moving tube. An invisible whirlpool of murky comments swarmed in between their beings.
Two teenage girls were submerged in their mindless chatter. The obscure language channelling out of their thick, lying lips tangled together.
White noise to my ears, the high pitched tones rang painfully. Attempting to carry off the noisy burden, I turned away from the glaring inky dark esscence and out the window.
A stark contrast. A mechanical device, man-made, charging through the soft, clear wildlife canopy of trees and land.
Warm streaks of bright sun penetrated through the enclosed windows, as if to cut off all of the world and pumped in with artificial contents, the only resources they depend on to live, to breathe.
The slight pleasure of the comforting sunlight coating me allowed a small droplet of satisfaction to spread. Across the clear blue dome, a shot of black flew.
Its freedom triggered a sense of isolation into my mind, leaving behind a bitter aftertaste of loneliness and the churning common yearn to be free.
A startling contrast once again.
As the yellow beams poured in, they cowered away from the windows, as if sickened by the thought of being in contact with anything but their comfort zone in this train.
In response to the sudden shower of light, their grubby hands immediately lifted to their level of their eyes, and their bodies turn away in rejection.
Upon the sunlight, several of them caught sight of me. Disgusted expressions began to etch onto their already sour faces, an empty white mask to hide themselves. Hesitantly, I cautiously took a step back.
One of them, in particular, was boring her laser pupils into me, burning me slowly with her disgust. Infuriated, her eyes shone. She could not tolerate such a thing like me to be near her.
This train served her as a flawless area, a place to transport her to another place because she would’ve never thought of walking on her own two feet.
The train was pumped with everything for her, air-conditioning to shield her from the warmth of the sun and seats for her if she grew tired of standing, the thought of walking alone would be all too agonising, not an option.
She depended so much on technology like this train, to satisfy her common yearning for more.. More.. More of this comfort, more of this blinding cushion, to give her that blissful ignorance which can never go wrong.
A place which deprived her further and further away from my society, which she so increasingly despised, just like the rest of her kind.
She raised her weapon, in a perfect executional stance. Others watched, an audience for her. Strangely, their faces began to merge, mashed. Clones, all of them.
Cruel language spewed out of her crayon-red coloured lips, swatting her weapon in an insane, manic manner. Her ignorant words splattered onto my being, droplets of acid to burn me.
She wanted to me to stay clear from her, she saw me as an infection. A germ to kill off all of mankind. A pest to rid her all of all her pleasures.
In a desperate attempt, I quickly darted away.
Unfortunately, her weapon caught my leg.
A chilling, creeping sensation crawled up. The pain winded up like a vine, submerging my leg in an acidic liquid, burning off my flesh.
A twinkle of manic pleasure appeared in her eyes. She knew she had me. She raised her weapon once more, to finish me off. A sudden ring distracted her instead, it was her stop.
Her shallow mind redirected her to a new distraction: Get off the train before anyone else does.
She hurried, jostling for space. The others had the exact mindset as she had.
They crammed through the open doors, desperate for no apparent reason.
She had no more need to finish me off, she didn’t have to be here anymore.
I pressed my myself against the corner again, in exhaustion.
My skin felt raw, she peeled off all the shreds of dignity I had possessed. I looked down, meeting the sight of a crooked, distranged leg. A familiar loathing rose up my body once more.
They grimace at the sight of me.
I grimace at the sight of them.
They shun me for simply being what I am.
A mere spider.
East Coast Park, Again.
I’m not gonna do another Ode to East Coast Park because this time’s outing doesn’t have much to write about.
So we meet Peck Ann and Colin at Payar Lebar MRT station and ate Long John Silvers.
They seem to be somewhat scared of us, a little. They refused to sit at the same table. Or rather, Colin seemed afraid.
Um… hanging out with 4 girls is… intimidating I guess? Heh.
They were on a diet, and I started making all these stupid exasperated faces to show how incredulous I felt.
I mean.. A diet. Have you seen them? They’re anything but fat. Starting to sound like anorexia to me but maybe not.
In addition, it seemed to be some sort of Candy diet. Eat nothing but candy! Jolly diet.
3 times a day, candy candy candy. It was Sour Power too. Like, 10 packets of them.
I just found that bloody hilarious.
In the underpass, there was this huge pile of god-knows-what’s shit. I wonder what super animal managed to secrete so much. Maybe it ate bad shrimp. But whatever the source was, that was one big pile. Disgusting, but super.
Then we went to East Coast Park. Pecky and Dee walked, Colin and Lizard bladed, Eunice and I went skateboarding.
It was quite exhilarating because finally, something on wheels which I can do.
At first we were complete Losers with Capital Ls stamped on our foreheads but at the end of the day, we were merely semi-losers.
At least, I think so. Heh.
Eunice’s skateboard was.. well, it looked tiny compared to mine. I honestly don’t know whether mine’s right or hers.
She was practically worshipping my skateboard. Um, well, whoohoo.
We reached to a point where Lizard stole Pecky’s Gatsby wax, which seemed to be his lifeline.
In order to get his wax back, he’s gotta ruin his hair with water.
And well, in the end Lizard and Eunice poured the water onto his head. Which probably traumatised him for his entire childhood life but he’ll get over it.
And that was the first time I saw wax. It was white. It looked like yummy custard.
Mmm… Custard…
Anyway, the point was that he didn’t look any different.
Your hair is fine man, it’s gorgeous, eye-blinding, angels play their harps and sing “Hallejuah” around it, billions of dudes will worship such style, talent scouts will be recruiting you to star in your own hair fashion magazine, you make Mr T’s haircut look like a pile of poop compared to yours.
Sorry if that sounded offensive maybe, but basically it looks good enough, stop worrying about it. Yup. =)
After a while, we started prancing about the beach. Hoorah! Soft sand!
Colin as usual… Loomed into his own darkness, rollerblading away or reading.
I feel kinda bad and sorry for the dude. But on the other hand, I just wanna pry his lips open and make him SPEAK FOR SPONGEBOB’S SAKE.
I understand his explanation of how speaking might cause annoyance to people so it’s better off not speaking. But to the extent of well.. not speaking at all? That’s like, a bloody phobia.
Or maybe he’s merely shy. Hurh.
So.. Colin’s apparent phobia of sand and girls made him sit behind at the bench to read. The rest of us went prancing off to the beach and sitting on the same rock ledge and stuff.
We made Pecky buy ice cream for us. Um. Well Sheesh, but yeah.
We sat at the bench for another.. Dunno, hour? Colin was combing through the entire park on his wheels, so we didn’t see him for quite a while.
Arrgghh Colin Colin Colin. I wanna help the guy, but another half of me feels like kicking him.
Then we went.. jogging. A little. Eunice and I lagged behind, Dee had amazing stamina power. To us, I suppose. But yeah.
Then later on, I bumped into Jonathan, who seemed albeit amazed. Oolala.
Not that coincidental I guess, it’s the bloody East. Everybody lives there.
That’s it. Boring day. Use your vocal chords Colin, that’s why they’re there for you.
Yay.
Christmas List
Mother of crap.
I just found out.
Remember the shitty girl in the NZ trip? Huiqi? The girl who ratted and scolded like, practically all of us because she thought she was in charge?
I. Just. Discovered. She. Draws. Too.
Okay, not exactly NEWS FLASH WHOA. But christ christ christ.
The last thing I need right now some girl who I practically loathe have something in common with me.
Shit.
But I can honestly and proudly say, I do better.
Um… Hah, in your face? Okay that’s darn egoistic but it’s true. Art’s subjective but it seems as though she can’t get her drawings right without photoshop. She doesn’t do shading and etc.
Even Eunice agrees with me. *sniff* You have no idea how much that meant to me. *sniff*
As she says, her abstract art irritates me.
Yah okay I just needed reassurance. Breathe. Breathe. Wooosaaa.
Oh my god. I’m ecstatic. Something my enemy and I have in common and she’s worse at it.
Ahahahahha. I’m gonna go celebrate now with cookies.
Isn’t this a fantastic holiday?
Oh, how could I forget…
The Buzzcocks, Singles Going Steady. Awesome band. =)
I feel rather stupid/materialistic doing this but under some circumstances.. Yeah.
1) The Only Ones - The Peel Sessions Album
Yup. Hoorah.
2) A Perfect Circle - Emotive
Hoorah again.
3) A guitar.
Classical or acoustic, fine.
4) …Somebody to teach me how to play the guitar properly
Unlike some certain people who *cough* claim they’re busy while playing soccer in front of the world.
Yeah, this is him:
Dude: *speaks into phone* I’m busy lah. Next time k?
*kicks soccer ball around on the 2nd level in front of the DNT room in plain day, in front of the entire canteen as his audience, which I happened to be one of*
Me: You’re playing soccer in front of the entire canteen, you dumb fool.
Oh well.
5) Pencil box.
But none of those dumb fat “BILLABONG” smacked onto it. Sadly, I can find none. Not pink. No dumb logos, like “I’m a gurl so shuddap” or whatever.
Basically I can buy this one myself, so no thanks.
6) Wallet.
No dumb fat “BILLABONG” signs on it either. Not pink. No dumb logos. So I can buy this one myself too. Alrighty. Ooo 2 christmas presents for myself.
7) Books on Hitler/Art/Psychology.
I just realised that if I want to be psychologist when I grow up, I will have to be a people-person.
And that sucks. I don’t have any patience for idiots, I can’t understand others’ feelings and intepretations of life if they’re way different from mine even if I tried with a hot poker stuck in my eye.
So being mesmerised by the human mind isn’t enough I guess. Shucks eh? Gotta find another occupation to go after.
Maybe I’ll be some historian on Hitler. Or be one of those Project Runway people, fashion designer. Hah! Or better yet, a cow farm. I’ll call it, “Moo’s Paradise.” HAHA, I’m just shitting around.
Cows.
So I can start a cow collection. Ohhh cows everywhere prancing in the fields. Fah lalalala.
Not real cows though.
…
Actually material-wise, I’ve already gotten pretty much all I want and need, except for the guitar. So it’s not a big deal.
After all, Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ. So I don’t really care. But heck, the decorations and presents are great.
Even if Jesus’s real, Christmas isn’t even his correct birthday. It’s in April.
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Headed towards Plaza Singapura with Evonne, FL and Aiyan yesterday.
We didn’t do much, but Aiyan lent me her guitar.
I was so crazily ecstatic that I came up with some Jingle Bells song on the guitar.
I went pretty high then I chilled when reality hit me that a Jingle Bells song wasn’t the biggest thing since sliced bread.
And now I’m learning as much as I can from the net. My fingers will become wrinkled prunes and hurt like 50 pins stabbing into my fingertips by the time I’m done but shit that, this is incredibly exhilarating. Hooey.
We actually sat in the undeground passage way and started playing the guitar for everyone who walked past us.
Kinda stupid, but it was funny. FL started strumming and singing, “Vanakkam!” to a malay dude. Big mistake, ouch. Haha.
Then we walked about and blah blah blah, ta dah. End of the day.
I just found out how to hold a guitar pick. I didn’t even know there was supposed to be some specific technique.
China Will Be Dead.
Dee and I had a little thought about the future.
And we reached to the point where we think China might lose their entire population in the future.
A little draggy and confusing, but yeah. Dee thought up of most of it, actually.
It’s a rough, crappy and random estimation so don’t take it seriously. Hah.
Denise is short, thus she can have a tall or a short boyfriend, both ways.
Yes, she’s happy.
Lizard, on the other hand, is tall. Thus she can only have tall boyfriends.
Tall Boyfriends:
= Extremely act cool dudes in secondary school [A rather big generalisation though, but yeah]
= Tall ugly Eurasians
= Tall unfaithful hunks
= Bisexuals
So, the tall good-looking boyfriends are only 2 out of 10 guys you can find.
But! One of the 2 might be dumb.
Thus, you can only find 1 out of 10 guys who are tall, good-looking and smart.
However, counting those who will actually be interested in you, it will be narrowed down into 1/2 out of 10, which is more like 1 out of 20.
Therefore, you can only find 1 tall, good-looking, smart and interested guy out of 20 guys you meet.
Well hey, there are billions of men, you may protest.
Sure, but we’ll have to exclude those who are married, gay, old, kids, bisexual.
Thus, it’ll approximately be about 1 out of 40+ guys you meet who will be tall, good-looking, smart, interested, single, straight and at the right age.
Depressing isn’t it? Look on the bright side, we can always turn to clones
But having sex with a clone isn’t exactly the most jolly thought you can think of.
So it means Singapore will have to find more people from China to immigrate here, because back in China, they’re deprived of sex due to the one-child policy.
Plus, condoms aren’t 100% full proof, thus they can’t take the risk. Also, they might be too poor to even buy condoms.
However, if they still insist on having sex, a 2nd child will be born. They will kill the daughter so that the son can carry on the family name.
And most of the China women will be coming over here to Singapore.
Big problem now, CHINA LACKS WOMEN.
Who to give birth to babies?! Therefore, we must turn to clones once again.
So in China, it’ll be full of men. They won’t have women to screw with, so they screw themselves.
Or become gay.
Therefore this is narrow our chances of finding a good husband, because they’re gay now.
Darn you China!
So gays will increase the number of HIV positive patients, if they become giglos and so on. It’s a vicious cycle.
So we can’t marry those with AIDs. That narrows our chances down to perhaps 1 out of 300+ men.
So if all the remaining men in China turn gay and into giglos, they will have AIDs.
Thus, the entire male population will die out, and the rest of the China women will be enjoying themselves in Singapore.
Ta dah, China’s population is destroyed. Hah, superpower my foot.
But! On the brighter side, due to the aging population, China might be changing their 1 child policy into a 2 children policy.
So there’ll be more boys and girls so they can reproduce.
Then, we will need to create more jobs for the new generation.
The women or men who cannot obtain jobs will turn to prostitution, thus they’ll get AIDs.
It’s a cycle all over again, isn’t it?
Conclusion: We will remain single for the rest of our lives and China is going down, way down to downtown. YOU’RE GOING DOWN AND GERMANY WILL RULE THE WORLD BWAHAHAHA.
Yup. It’s just crap, don’t take it to heart, China.
And I doubt finding a man who’s good-looking, straight, at the right age, single, smart, tall and interested in you will be that super hard. So we probably won’t die alone.
But it’s possible. *cue doom music*
Well, Ode to East Coast Park.
I’ll be writing this entry out in poem form, as you may see
And I’ll make it quick, as there’s a documentary on Singapore’s history
…Which I wanna see.
Lizard, Eunice and I headed to East Coast Park the day before
I nearly dreaded the moment as I saw it as a chore
Rising early and rollerblading were not the jolliest things I could think of
I thought, Maybe I could call in sick with a cough
But we got there anyway
We headed to the sunny east beach
After watching the brief rain
And episodes of Bleach (heh)
They stuck on their rollerblades
And stuffed ourselves with fastfood which ingredients’ll make you cringe
Then right beneath the good ol’ tree’s shade,
A huge ant fell on Eunice’s fringe
“AAHH!” the frightened Eunice screamed
Imagine the squeal that churned up a bigger hazard
When we saw a bike squish a lizard
And watched as its eyeballs popped and got creamed
We warned everyone about the bloody carcass
Hardly anyone cared, the body they just barely passed
Intrigued, I snap a couple of shots
Eunice, disgusted, deleted the lot.
I then discovered a picture of her
Wrapped in a pink poofy jacket, I squinted to make sure
Sure enough, that was her, a human marshmellow!
Lizard and I chuckled heartily as she looked like a giant pink pillow.
Then came along Colin and Pecky
The dead lizard, they did not see
A couple of times did Colin roll over it
Flies hovered and the poor lizard they happily bit
Thus, Eunice refused to look at the lizard
They thought she didn’t want to face them
Lizard was yelling at them, “HELLO?! THERE’S A LIZARD!”
Confused they were, why was she calling her own name?
They just thought we were being lame
They proceeded to speed off in their rolly wheels
As I dragged along in my blistered heels
Many a time did Lizard try
To leave Colin and Eunice alone and gaze into each other’s eyes
Sadly, it failed
As the stubborn Eunice bailed
Leaving Colin rolling behind in the dust
Well, try hard dude, you must
Our daydream of Colin and Eunice rollerblading off to the sunset was crushed
Pecky then conjured up a strange theory
“Girls don’t like it when dudes are walking ahead of them.”
What a generalisation, clearly
We protested, That can’t be true, surely
(Actually that is true. Never noticed.)
We finally reached an ulu restaurant
Which had a large statue lobster they flaunted
I was in a real need to pee
Wrong directions, did Pecky give me
“What do I have to do to pee around here?!” I snapped
Suddenly, little kids and instructors surrounded us, we were trapped!
They bugged us to take a picture for them, eyes swarming with greed
Colin and Eunice bladed away, leaving Lizard and Pecky to do the deed
Unexpectedly, many groups began to swarm as well
Sacastically, I thought, How swell
We refused politely, trying to run away from those little bunch of hells
Soon, “Nooo. Get away!” was what we began to yell
We escaped to a nearby place
Where our bladders finally found Heaven’s Grace
We sipped up our drinks
And Eunice accidentally laid her hands in bird crap, those darn flying finks
We went back to the rental shop
Thirsty and tired we were, swallowing our saliva in big glops
Lizard and Pecky were emerged in private talk
And Eunice and I gossiped about them, quickly ahead we walked (she bladed)
Above Eunice’s head, a lightbulb appeared
An idea we knew Pecky and Colin both feared
We hatched our plan, Lizard took Pecky’s handphone
Upon hearing our idea, expectedly, they groaned
Us threesome pranced in the sand
Threatening to throw his phone into the sea if he didn’t go along with the plan
At last, he agreed
We all took a picture together, uhh… Say cheese!
However, Colin hid behind the bench
Then Pecky and Lizard went on to argue about French (Actually this happened the night before)
We tried to push Pecky into the sea
Sadly, he was too strong for us mini weak peas (??)
We climbed onto the huge man-made rock ledge
While Eunice got mysterious cuts from grains of sand
We talked about life, school and the things we fret
While we watched the never-tiresome sunset
A signal of our finished day, for our fun to end
We gave one last sigh of content, as our toes left the lukewarm sand
We returned to McDonalds
To wash our feet
Alas, those blasted water funnels
Only a few droplets greeted our sandy feet
We decided to flick off the dirt
And wipe it off on our sweat soaked shirts
We said our goodbyes and left our chairs
With a pat on Pecky’s head
He uttered, “My hair! Don’t mess with my hair!”
Here’s a random comment, but sure is funny
At the end of the day, Colin’s hair resembled Elvis Presley’s
(Then after that Eunice, Lizard and I went to tution but it turns out that there wasn’t any tution . Hah!)
And here are some pictures to round off the day:
(I couldn’t get access to some of the links on Eunice’s blog. So.. yeah)
Wonky faces, once again.
With my awesome photography skills in play once again, the sea looks gorgeous. We were on the rock ledge thingy.
Peck Ann, and Lizard trying not to get too wet.
The wonky lobster.
Pecky and Lizard in their private talk
And she looks pissed. =)
Eunice, Lizard and I.
When Pecky was taking this picture, I think he had never heard of taking pictures by tilting the camera vertically.
But no matter.
Ooo. Now Lee Kuan Yew’s on tv, swimming. I’m darn sure everyone wants to see a 82 year old man in his swimming trunks.
Seven Things
I’m so bored that I’m doing something stupid. This.
Seven Things That Will Scare Me:
1. When The Simpsons end. (GAASSPP)
2. Anything to do with necks
3. Mosquitos.
4. A skeleton to pop up right in front of me while I bathe
5. Death
6. Cats. Hate those hairy little shits.
7. Clowns/Dolls
Seven Things I Like The Most:
1. The Simpsons
2. Anything related to art
3. Dissing people
4. Dogs. Hah, Cats, you hairy little fatblobs, you’re GOING DOWN. DOWN TOWN TO MAO-TOWN [Rhymes better than 'chinatown', same anyway]
5. Sweet and sour pork.
6. Spending time with Lizard, Eunice and Dee
7. Cornchips, Cookies & Corn. The three Cs.
Seven Most Important Things In My Room:
1. iPod
2. Bear
3. My pillow which I drool on 10 times every morning
4. Sketch book
5. Uuhh… I can’t think of anything else, unless you count the basic duh necessities like a bed.
Seven Random Facts About Me:
1. I fell on my head when I was 8 and the doctor sealed the gash with special glue. It was purple.
2. I like funbags
3. I stole/collected erasers when I was young because they looked cute. Now, I have an entire collection of little erasers shaped as footballs and stuff.
4. I used to chew my fingernails alot so now they look like crap
5. I like bananas
6. My palms sweat 24/7. It’s a problem.
7. I have a big mole on my wrist which I used to pretend was a “Tiny SuperDuper-Watch!”
Seven Things I Plan To Do Before I Die:
1. Make a ‘XP’ face to a cat
2. Bungee jump
3. Visit Thomas Hardy’s and Vincent Van Gogh’s graves
4. Meet a hippie
5. Learn how to play the guitar properly
6. Build an enormous long long long slide to slide on everyday
7. Spend a week in Disneyworld
Seven Things I Can Do:
1. Make stupid expressions without knowing it
2. Saying ’sorry’ unnecessarily
3. Laugh at things which aren’t supposed to be funny
4. Eat buckets of sweet corn and soup
5. Cram large amounts of food into my mouth just because I can.
6. Crossing the line
7. Falling on my rollerblades by just simply standing
Seven Things I Can’t Do:
1. Stay awake for more than a day without wanting to puke
2. Tolerate the sound of scratching styrofoam
3. Watch the Taiwan news without going, “HAHAHA!”
4. Listen to chinese music/Sing
5. Rollerblade
6. Pretend to be nice or hang out with people I don’t like
7. Saying the right things.
Seven Words/Phrases I Say The Most:
1. Holy Mother of Jesus!
2. Hey/Yo Wassup *beats back*
3. Christ/Jesus!
4. Stupid Bitch
5. Totally
6. Exactly
7. Ah I see/What?!
Seven Celeb Crushes:
1. Sadly, I have none. Unless you count Homer Simpson, which isn’t counted as a ‘crush’ but he rules.
Seven People That I’ll Like To See Doing This:
1. God. Hah.
2. Chee Yang
3. Vincent Van Gogh
4. Eunice
5. Dee
6. Lizard
7. A dog
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Yesterday’s timeline:
4pm: E Math tution starts. Mr Eio didn’t come. It’s quiet, except our loud mouths, Lizard, Eunice and I. And Zhi Wen’s as well, as he understood nothing about the formulas taught. Sub-teacher is exasperated.
4.05pm: Eunice says, “I wanna go to the TK band concert too!!” I respond, “Crap.”
5.42pm: We leave the tution centre. Wanted to get a cookie, but decided against it.
5.44pm: Eunice’s chauffeur arrived.
5.45pm-6.17pm: We crap in the car. I send a message to Leonard, Lizard’s friend, saying, “YAY YAY YAY!!! FUN FUN FUN!!!” He regarded Lizard as simply being happy.
6.18pm: We reach my school. School is dead empty. Lizard badgers the band members if they could spare any tickets for Eunice. Band dude says, “Sorry, we’re sold out.”
6.35: We give up.
6.50pm: Edison arrives. He’s being Santa Claus and gives us our Christmas presents. He tries to get Eunice a ticket.
7.o5pm: We go to the toilet. Many noisy girls arrive and do their hair. Eunice and I exchange disgusted looks. Lizard is amazed as the toilet lights and toilet flushing were both automatic.
7.10pm: Eddie sells Eunice his ticket. We go, “Yay yay.”I didn’t know that until later.
7.20pm: Evonne arrives with Julien. Gives us our tickets. We go up to the auditorium together.
7.30pm: Eddie obtained a ticket from Bryan for himself.
7.40pm: Concert starts. They play Star Wars and Frank Sinatra’s My Way and etc.
9.25pm: Concert ends. Lizard reports to her own band coach about her spyings on TK’s band.
9.30pm-9.44pm: We wait for Eunice’s dad. Being bored, we call Calvin up to diss him. No idea who he is. Discovers he only responds to ‘God’ and chinese language.
9.45pm: Eunice’s dad arrives to pick us up. I open my present. I nearly die. It’s fantastic. Thanked Eddie. Also discovers that he sold his ticket to Eunice, I go, “GASP!”
10.30pm: I arrive back home to discover that my family had sweet and sour ribs for dinner and left nothing for me. Ate instant noodles.
Somehow that seems much shorter than having to type everything out. Yay.