Whhooaa Angst!!11
Man, life is so shitty/pissy/wtfishappening and teenage-angsty now, thus the reluctance to blog.
I haven’t had a life for the past 6 months.
I swear, either I’m getting old fast, or school leeches energy off us like hungry evil sponges.
At the end of the day, I want to do nothing but diesleep in bed. Or alternatively, type groggy talk with people on msn since I’m unable to hold a proper conversation with them in real life as my lack of energy disallows me to do so.
I’ve never felt so drained compared to all my drain-niness for the past 14 years combined. My eyebags are dragging on the ground and at the end of every lesson, I have the furious urge to stab a pencil or two into the teacher’s eye for boring/wasting my life for 2 or 3 periods straight.
It’s actually quite fun when you’re learning something new. But lessons which give no benefit really irk me.
I realise how agitated I get when I’m bored, it makes me feel like tearing myself apart [er, kidding]
So it’s a vicious cycle. My friends get their energy vacuumed out of them as well, therefore that leads to -> No hanging out.
And what happens when you don’t hang out with your friends? You become a nerd. Or in other words, a brainwashed kid of Singapore. But what other choice do you have?
In addition to feeling like a flobby french fry, loss of a few friends due to mere distance [also because we're all busy with school work or busy being tired from school work. The source? School], realising how life is oh-so-meaningless and being a crazy detail-obsesser/analyser makes it worse.
And by hanging out with friends, I mean Lizard and gang.
But we only meet up properly every what, once a month? Or even longer than that.
Dunno, classmates seem so difficult to bond with. The only interactions which take place are either talking funny crap, teasing or insulting.
It’s fun, but only momentarily. You realise that you don’t really know them anyway.
Sometimes being around more people makes you feel lonelier.
Can you get detention by skipping detention?
Karma Police
Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, he’s like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her Hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
Karma police, I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough
I’ve given all I can, but we’re still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
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Radiohead’s lyrics are so kinky.
The thing when you’re depressed is that you start listening to depressing music to match your mood, except it makes you feel worse because the music not only echoes what you feel, but it also acts as a constant reminder of how permanent this period of depression seems to be, yet you continue to listen anyway due to the comforting - but solemn - feeling that you’re not drowning in self-pity all alone after all. What a sick cycle.
I should put on some Bee Gees instead.
On a brighter note, I have decided that I’m being too mean to everyone.
Don’t get me wrong, I will still continue being this way, except I’ll do a slight alteration.
I’m gonna try to be nice to people whom I don’t even have any dislike for.
Actually bullying people whom I like doesn’t happen often but I’m trying to cut down on it.
So I’m trying to be nice to Teng Hui, right now on msn. Looking back, I realised the number of times I’ve hit him.. Called him an idiot.. Called him a fathead.. Demanded him to hand over his Chinese homework to let me copy.. Called him a loser.. I’m surprised he hasn’t told me off yet.
And I’m trying to be nice to Colin too. I’ve been calling him jelly.. Laughed at him when he asked, “Um. Do you really use uZap?”… Oh heck I haven’t been that mean to him, never mind.
My sister and I have come up with many variations of the “5 birds for my brudder” commercial.
It’s hilarious, we put on Indian accents and do it all day long.
My dandruff started appearing a few days ago, so…
“5 birds for my brudder!”
“I only got 20 dandruff-pecking birds!”
“Okey!”
“5 birds for my brudder!”
“This is only enough for 1 bird! How can you mess up the price with 5 birds for 1 bird?! 4 birds, okay, but 1 bird?!”
“*sniff* Okey…”
There’s more but I can’t remember most of them anymore.
We do a lot of different variations with the word “Okey”, making it sound pathetic and really, really retarded.
Try it out. Be an Indian today.
[edit] Appropriately, I should be going to India. But no. Hong Kong baby. Will be gone for a while, so long suckers.[/edit]
Lazy to Blog, Thus The Photos.
First ever: Yap Seng, a male, is pregnant!
Nah. He was just trying to steal some food from the barbeque back home.
I guess he thought that this would fool everyone, but nOooO! I saw right through it! You can’t say you’re pregnant, Yap Seng!
I tried combining both the entry and pictures together but I just grew too lazy.
I think I’ll just do the pictures. Pictures speak more than words. Therefore it saves me the effort.
Lim Pon and Rui Wen had to do this twice in order for us to take the picture.
Mmmm… Marshmellows… D’oh!
Rui Wen, Jasmine, Aiyan and Sihui.
As Evonne would say, “Si duo hua!” 4 flowers!
Well actually, the main focus isn’t Aiyan’s legs. Look at the dark left corner. See the mysterious object fingering something white?
By mysterious object, I mean Yong Jie’s hand. And by fingering something white, I mean caressing Wei Hao’s ass.
Yong Jie’s wrecked shoe. He’s always full of… um, surprises.
Then, Sue Ann’s phone began to ring. She wasn’t around, so Aiyan picked up the phone and pretended to be Sue Ann.
But the caller knew she wasn’t Sue Ann, so Aiyan passed the phone to Jasmine who pretended to be Sue Ann.
This continued for quite a bit, none of us sound like Sue Ann.
When it came to my turn, I said into the phone, “Hey, sorry, THIS is Sue Ann. What’s up?” and realised in horror that Sue Ann never says “What’s up?” Ecks!
Aiyan tried to make her voice low, but the caller wasn’t fooled.
What are we burning? Well.
Marshmellows and hotdogs and what not. The fire kept going out, so Lim Pon started to use potato chips to fuel the fire instead, despite Wei Rong’s constant squawking, “STOP USING THE CHIPS, I WANT TO EAT!!!” Looks like it worked.
At one point, Rui Wen cooked a cheese-filled hotdog for me. I didn’t know, so when I bit into it, it tasted icky and mushy.
I yelled to no one in particular, “THIS HOTDOG IS RAW DAMNIT!” But she insisted that it was cooked.
It was then I saw the cheese.
The horror.
Before. Eventually we got fed-up and impatient with using the barbeque pit so we started to make a campfire at the beach by digging and hole and ripping leaves apart. Damn Lim Pon is strong.
After. Boom. Some of us began to fret on whether this was legal for not, because people were persistently staring at us and no one else seemed to be setting the beach on fire. So after a little while, we put it out. Aw.
Shixiang the loner/loanshark/Mr Treasurer/Healthy Gums and etc etc. Love ya Shixiang!
For dimwits, I’m kidding. Healthy gums are great, but nah.
At one point, we started to play Dog & Bone with the volleyball. Yes, I know you have the -___-” look on your face but it was funny! Aiyan was so eager to get the ball that she kept mouthing bribes to Yong Quan, the referee. He responded with a serious nod, which made it even funnier.
Any game which involves balls [no pun intended, stop sniggering] and girls, the girls will always scream.
Be it table tennis, basketball, soccer, captain’s ball, softball, whateverball. This was no exception.
The girls screamed like mad. Which included me too.
Roderick started screaming like a girl too and walking around like a chicken. Lenny was just running and grabbing the ball while Yong Quan constantly cried out loud, “Please! This is just a game! Don’t get violent, don’t get violent!”
Later we played Wacko, yes people, I know there’s another -__-” look on your faces but it was funny again!
We decided to use teachers’ names instead of ours so it wouldn’t be that boring.
To cut it short - Yong Jie loves pole dancing, Wei Hao’s ass got touched, Shixiang told Xiao Xuan that he misses her and Lim Pon kissed Yap Seng, kind of.
Tania stuffing herself with food, and Yong Jie stoning.
We noticed that a sandcastle was built.
Jing Mei proceeded to ask, “So big? Is it real or fake?!” Is there such a thing as fake sandcastles? Oh, funny.
Jing Mei brought along her half-eaten sausage to the beach. It fell.
Us being girls, Aiyan, Jasmine, Sihui and I started screaming in excitement. It looked really wrong, rolling about in the waves. Ecks.
Weirong, manly-ly cooking the food for us. Burning the hotdogs too.
He showed off his big toe, which had a huge black bruise underneath the toenail.
He said something about something in the soccer field which fell on his toe and blah blah, I was too busy eating my partially burnt sausage to listen.
Tania, with the gorgeous wind flying into her hair. Hey, that’s me! Me! Me! In the black shirt in the background! Mwaha.
Oh, and Aiyan’s in front of me. I think I was eating the stupid cheese sausage during that time.
Did I mention that the barbeque pit was fucking far?
After realising that I was sweating despite the strong wind blowing and I was already walking past the row of restaurants, I began to wonder, “Who the hell booked a pit 94839085 miles away from civilisation?” But it was worth it.
Stupid Milk.
I wanted to drink chocolate milk but there was no chocolate milk in the house so I decided to try to make chocolate milk by mixing Nutella with plain milk but it turns out that Nutella isn’t soluble in liquids so it turned flaky and floated on the surface of the milk so I ended up having to drink disgustingly flavoured milk plus Nutella tastes like Ferraro Roche and even though Ferraro Roche tastes great it doesn’t taste that great when it’s flaky in milk and in addition to the torture the cold milk caused one of my teeth to hurt as though 34098324 pins were being stabbed mercilessly into my gums and I don’t know why maybe it’s because my wisdom tooth is growing or maybe the braces are just being a bitch
I live a sad life.
(Blue) Brace Face!
[edit] I woke up this morning to find my drool splattered and oozed onto my blanket, pillow, bed and penguin. Drats, my penguin!!11one
I guess the mouth will always have little leaks in between when the braces are on.
This is so gross. Drool stains are already starting to set in. Oh, plus, they hurt like fuck. [/edit]
Due to the inability to close my mouth properly otherwise my lips will cause friction with the metal and create big ulcers, I talk as if I’ve had Botox injected into my face. The lower lip just goes up down up down while the rest of my face remains expressionless. So you may hear me laughing, but my face will look bored.
And when I smile, sunlight reflects off the metal and blind people.
People will have to talk to me in the dark now. Mwaha, okay, exagerrating.
I was unaware that it was the tiny rubber bands tied around the metal thingys that determine what colour your braces would be, I thought “elastic” referred to, I dunno, something to hold the teeth while the dentist does her stuff.
So when the nurse asked what colour I wanted, I shrugged my shoulders and told her to pick.
She chose blue.
So not only am I brace face, I’m blue brace face!
I’ll go get it changed after a couple of weeks, until then, get ready to be blinded by my blue-ness.
And when I’m sad and people ask how I’m feeling, I’ll just point to my braces and say, “Just check them out man, they reflect ME.” Hahahahaha okay that’s not funny…
Well, not only do they hurt, I look wonky too. My lips can’t contain them very well, so I’m just going around with my gap open, showcasing to the world my tonsils and unsightly food stuck in between the braces.
Plus, I got 3 different toothbrushes. One to brush underneath the wires, another to brush over the brackets, and the last one to brush the gaps between my teeth. I can tell that I’m going to spend more time brushing my teeth than sleeping or peeing.
Looking ugly for 18 months to look good for the rest of my life?
Wellll… That drives a hard bargain, but okay.
Apparently my mom thinks I can’t get married if I have ugly teeth. ‘
Hey, if the only thing which keeps my fiance from marrying me is my ugly teeth, I’m pretty sure that’s a huge sign telling me that I shouldn’t marry him, right? If he loves me, it shouldn’t be for my teeth damnit.
Denise told me that braces are the “in” thing now, so I’ll just blend right in.
Braces? The “in” thing? I’d rather wear those stupid Crocs then, they may look gross, but at least they don’t hurt. Or so I think.
It’s supposed to look sad because the braces are blue, but aw.
Less of Fat, Less of You.
Paula went, “Argh! I feel so insulted!”
The advertisement is indirectly telling me that I’m a waste of space, thank you. I’ll just do the world a favour by drinking this instant coffee mix to reduce my fat so that I won’t block anyone’s way when walking on the pavement or disgust anyone with the sight of my fats.
I guess like all slimming ads, they were trying to convey that drinking this stupid coffee will reduce weight.
But do you have to tell me I’m a waste of space?! Whhhyyy. I hate the world angst arrgghh angst.
Words + Art was odd. They taught us photography, but yet the project was all about creating a story out of one of the pictures which are provided for us. It kind of beats the point of teaching us how to take photos, ah well.
On the way there, Yong G let me listen to Wei Hao’s mp3, to my surprise, “STAYIN ALIVE! AH AH AH” met my ears.
Staying Alive by the Bee Gees is like, Yong G’s theme song. He started singing along, having his own mini concert.
Then Yong G and Terence actually got lost in Fort Canning Park.
Yong Jie: Julia! Where are you?!
Me: You’re lost?
Yong G: Yes, Terence and me.
Me: Hahahaha. Where are you?
Yong G: Somewhere in the middle of nowhere!
Me: Okay um… Um… What do you see around you?
Yong G: Like, a whole bunch of TREES?!
Me: Oh. Hurhur. Yah. Okay we are like, next to this huge tree which has a huge spider on it…. Wait, that’s no use..
Yong G: Oh, the spider? You guys are at the spider? Terence! They’re at the spider!
Terence: *in the background* THE SPIDER?! Let’s go!
Me: WAIT wait, there’re so many spiders, how do you know which one I’m referring to?!
Yong G: Trust me, I know where it is!
Me: But…
Yong G: Do you mind waiting where the spider is? Terence and I are coming.
Me: Huh… Okay..
They never turned up.
Eventually the instructor found them though. We were referring to different spiders, duhh. When they were found, Terence was still snapping away with his camera heartily.
But Yong G, oh Yong G, did he look so awesomely happy.
I think he felt like dying or something.
Haniel skipped along with Paula and I while Yong G and Terence were busy being lost.
He told us racist jokes, and began to catch grasshoppers with his bare hands.
and voila:
A few minutes later, Yong G peered curiously at Paula’s shoulder. “Hey, Paula, what’s that?”
Paula’s eyes popped and squeaked, “What’s what?!”
“I think there’s a bug on your shoulder…”
“AAHH GETITOFF GETITOFF AAHHH!” Paula started screaming. And Whoa was it a huge bug. It looked like a giant yellow spider. She was jumping around to get it off, I was jumping around to tell her to stop moving so that I could flick it off.
Eventually the bug fell off. The ironic thing was that earlier in the day, Paula grumbled, “I hate parks. You’ll never know what will fall on your head.” And there it happened.
We were all speculating with excitement on whether the bug fell from the sky, when Yong G picked it up and started carrying around. At first I thought he was just being his queer self by picking up dead bugs and listening to Macy Grey, but…
“Did you put it on my shoulder?!” Paula fumed.
“Oh.. Yes. I did,” Yong G said sheepishly. Paula’s eyes turned into fire beams like Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls or something, and told him to run away. He did.
It turns out that it wasn’t a bug, it was the exterior of the bug.
It must’ve shed-ed(?), maybe it was a cricket or something, but damn it was huge. And funny.
The creative writing course was alright, only because the instructor was funny.
Yong G didn’t seem to think so though, he grumbled about how the teacher was lame and how tired he was. Well, he was deifnitely tired. His eyes were bloodshot.
We had to come up with titles for a picture of a chinese opera performer who was putting on makeup backstage.
Terence was like, “Made Up of Make-up!”
Paula and I were laughing away while Yong G bluntly stated, “I don’t get it.”
Ah, Yong G. As long as you listen to Rod Stewart and Bee Gees, you’ll always be my friend.
While doing an introduction of the picture, Terence said, “The audience cheered, roared and thundered with appaluse. In the midst of the clapping and cheering, Yong Jie suddenly said, ‘Huh what?’ and the crowd went silent.”
God, that was hilarious like anything in hell.
He was saying the first part of it with a really grand and slow tone to build up the atmosphere, then suddenly, WHAM, there’s Yong Jie!
After the course was over, I headed to the dentist.
She inserted dividers in between my molars so that there will be enough space for my teeth to shift.
Dividers. Wonderful.
Oh, did I mention that I was and still am drowning in hell?
She threaded these tiny little white circular things into dental floss. Then she somehow wedges the white thingy in between my teeth.
My teeth were screaming, “NONONO!” so the only 6 could manage to fit in between.
The remaining 2? Springs. Springs in between my teeth. During the process, BLOOD WAS EVERYWHHEERRE. Grotesque.
The procedure wasn’t too bad, it was only when some time passed then the pain really started to set in.
First, your molars feel stretched.
Then, your gums will start to feel the strain, thus the muscles of your mouth feel tired. Smiling and talking makes it feel even more strained.
Next, because your molars are being separated, the rest of your teeth start cramming together.
Now, it feels as though I have a toothache. Except it’s on every tooth, jumping toothache.
So all my teeth feel like falling out now. It sucks so bad.
The funny thing was that there was this dude, around the same age as me, getting dividers too.
But he groaned and screamed during the procedure so he told his mum he didn’t wanna get braces anymore.
GIRL POWAH!
Thank God extractions weren’t needed.
I probably would’ve chickened out like that dude.
Last night I screamed and scratched the walls with my fingernails, and woke up in the middle of the night from the pain. Lord.
The next morning I could barely bite.
The pain put me in such a bad mood that I didn’t even want to watch Hey Arnold. That’s extreme.
The pain my mother is willing to put me through for perfect teeth, sigh.
Beauty has a price to pay.
I just discovered that Diet Coke makes you feel full, anorexic bozos use it to stifle their hunger.
I shall be feeding on that for the next 2 weeks.
Now, I’ll end off with a big Fuck You! to my aching teeth.
Aw shucks, you’re my best friend too.
Kidding.
Nerd-zoid!
Life is a lose-lose situation. We hate school because it’s exhausting, we hate the hoidays because it’s boring. You can’t win.
Right now, I’m doing Eunice’s homework, Lizard is grounded [wiruewfjhfsdkjfk!!], Denise isn’t replying my msn and Eunice is probably watching Naruto on her computer. Whhhhyyyy.
Hey, her homework’s fun.
She’s supposed to write a poem, comparing the goat farm/aerophonics farm with the city.
It sounded like a dud at first but then I realised I could narrate as the goat.
I thought I could end off with the goat [me] dying but the plot doesn’t suit it. Fun isn’t it?!
Crap, turned into nerd-zoid.
I was reading my old posts on my old blog, like, back when I was secondary 2/1.
It felt really weird reading what I had written, because it isn’t something which I would write now.
I mean, it’s still what I would write, but in the private diary, not the blog.
So it’s like someone else similar to me wrote all that stuff. Weeiirrdd.
And I was so mean! Once I insulted the ticket-tearer dude about his voice because he sounded exactly like a girl.
Wait.. I still do that. I just insulted a guy a few days ago about his voice. Barnacles!
Maybe I insult people too much.
I guess I am insecure after all.
Since I’ve been surviving on TV, cereal and computer the past few days, I didn’t have anything to think about except TV, cereal and computer [Cranberry Almond Crunch is the best thing since sliced bread!]. So while I was bathing, I was just thinking about Cranberry Almond Crunch until…
The creases on the shower curtain resembled a face/mask!
You guys see it right?! It’s a face!! On the shower curtain!! Face on the shower curtain!! Man I was tickled!! Whaaahoo!!
I really need to get out.
X Men 3
Waking up at 1pm makes you feel so lethargic that you don’t even feel like pooping.
The more I think about the movie, the more “What the hell..” my face gets.
When I got back home, I realised the weirdest things about the movie.
Firstly, I didn’t expect Xavier to die.
Secondly, I didn’t expect him to die grossly.
He’s a man of age and wisdom, so usually these sort of respected people in the movies die slowly, from poison or a knife. They’d collapse, and struggle to speak his last few words to the partner. The partner will tear and hug the guy, then he’ll peacefully close his eyes and die.
For example, um… Star Wars.
I think?
Well, I guess the producers decided to cut short that scene, from what should be around 5-10 minutes to 1 second. ‘
Or maybe their budget went low or something.
Xavier. Exploded. Poof.
Um… I wasn’t really sure how to react. I thought, “He can’t POSSIBLY die like that, he’ll come back alive.” 2 seconds later, a scene of Charles Xavier’s funeral came to place. And I thought, “?!?!”
I guess I expected a more grand death.
Exploding is for minor characters who don’t contribute much, like the porcupine dude. But Xavier!
The last scene where Wolverine tried to fight through Jean’s electromagnetic pulse was weird too. He was really pushing himself through. When he reached Jean, corny lines were exchanged.
The clincher was:
Wolerine: I love you.
*stab*
Jean Grey: *collapse in Wolverine’s arms*
Wolverine: NOOOOO!
kjhkjhoifheorfhwekjfwkejfejfsjds?!?!
Like, what were you expecting dude, you stabbed her.
Also, I thought the “sex” scene looked a bit queer.
Well, what do I know.
Anyway, I just.. Didn’t like it much. Beast and the angel wing dude were great though, but the producers totally cheated my feelings by placing angel dude’s face so widely on the poster, one would’ve thought he had more than 5 minutes of screen time.
And I don’t like Hugh Jackman.
He looks squarish.
I wish they’d stop showing the commercial of that cash/credit/money card.
You know, the one where a little Indian girl runs through the streets to buy “5 birds for my brother” [Indian accent] but the guy claims “it’s only enough for one bird” then Richard Gere flashes his card and releases 10 gajillion birds which probably caused bird flu etc?
It’s my favourite line now.
“5 birds for my brudder!” “But that’s only enough for one bird!”
The Indian accent is catchy.
Anyway, after the movie, Pecky and I were sitting in McDonalds and this little kid, probably 3 or 4 years old, toddled up to the glass wall next to us.
His mother was adjusting his pants or whatever [she was a mean mom, she whacked him for not standing still. People should really stop whacking kids, what goes around comes around], so he stood there looking at us, after taking a cookie/chewing gum (?) from his older sister.
AND OH MYY ARRGHH! He was the cutest kid I’ve ever seen. He didn’t look very bright, but! He started smiling and making faces at us, something which no baby has done at me before. So I was quite thrilled to have a baby look ecstatic to see me. Hope isn’t lost after all!
The faces he did were so adorable.
Scrunching his face, smiling… WAHAHAHA I’m really nuts over that kid. Anybody who hates kids will love him.
That’s not the best part yet - When his mother dragged him away, he turned his head back and waved at us! AND SMILED! WAVED AND SMILED! WAVED! SMILED! He was so kewt, I just wanted to kidnap him and dunno, make him do cute faces at me for the rest of my life.
He was so cute that I started to tear.
But crying in McDonalds would look awkward so, um, I didn’t.
Then we took off, wanting to find the kid again. But we couldn’t.
Brilliant as I am, I left my phone and wallet on the tray. Fantastic Julia, fantastic. But I got them back, the kind girls sitting next to us helped me.
Pecky thinks the barber cut his hair too short so it makes his face rounder (?!?!). Err. His fantastic-ly styled hair still looks the same though. I think he’d even look fine with a bald head [Vin Diesel, laser beams can reflect]. Except he’d be crying.
Speaking of hair, the dude in front of me in the cinema spiked his hair as well. So his hair took up about half of the screen, and my hands felt like reaching over to… flick it.
Can you imagine how many people Pecky would annoy with his hair blocking the screen. 
I want that kid. 5 birds for my brudder!