I’m Back! (Properly)
My sister downloaded the new version of Wordpress, and it’s getting on my nerves. I can never paragraph my words the way I want it.
Anyway.
Happy Birthday in advance, Denise!
Lizard and I threw a surprise party for her today. By “party”, I mean 3 people, and by “surprise”, I mean asking Dee where she was first before coming over to her house to “surprise” her.
After tuition, Lizard and I bought a cake and went over to Dee’s place. Unfortunately, even after asking 79 times which unit she lives in, I kept mixing the numbers up.
So we had to ask for directions.
We approached a random door, and rang the doorbell. I, as usual, was expecting a nice housewife or maid to answer the door. Little did I know…
That a super hot dude would answer the door.
Unfortunately only I thought so. Someone is already blinded by the beauty of her boyfriend. Speaking of which, I keep missing him by 5 seconds. The next time Liz brings him, I WILL SEE HIM. YOU SEE THIS DUDE?! That’s right, I’m coming.
Plus, he bought a sack of my favourite kind of Famous Amos cookies [By coincidence] for Liz, who graciously allowed me to gobble half the sack. I’m awarding 1000 points for the flavour of the cookies and another 1000 points for buying nice cookies for your girlfriend. But minus 20 points for not entertaining us on MSN, haha.
Anyway, after we managed to find her place, we persuaded her maid to consipre with us in our plan. After setting up the candles and cake, we sat and chatted until Dee came home.
Then the doorbell rang. Liz and I sprang into action, she attempted to light up the matchstick but alas, the matchstick seemed to have a vendetta against her! After a laughing fit at the matchstick, I attempted to use one of the lighted candles to light up the other ones. In the process, I nearly burnt Liz’s finger! The doorbell rang and rang again and finally managed to light up all the candles, switched off the lights and hid in her room.
K, just made lighting up candles sound like an action sequence. But really, it was super nerve wrecking when the doorbell rang. It had to ring 3 times before we got it right. Dumb matchsticks.
Anyway, really hope you liked our surprise Dee! Even though you were already kind of suspicious. Baking a cake would’ve been great, but it wouldn’t be too great if we poisoned you, hah.
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I’m purging all my photos out here today.
Some of the pictures date back to last month, but still post-able nevertheless.
Eunice and Lizard cycling. Which reminds me, I still haven’t learned how to ride a bike. *unhappy face*
We skateboarded a bit too, down the slopes. I really need to find out how skateboarders can push off with so much energy. Even when I push my hardest, it will start slowing down like, 15 seconds later. I see the malay dudes skateboard, and they go so fast! Sucks ass.
My naked iPod shuffle. We now have 3 bloody iPods at home, the original big one uses a hard drive so it breaks easily, so we don’t use it anymore. Since it’s “unusable”, my sister got an iPod nano and got me this. We can start an iPod family tree with iPod mamas and kids.
It’s not very clear, sorry! But it’s dressed up as a monkey, see.
SUPER CUTE RIGHT?! I know only cutesy people dress up their gadgets but I thought it looked too cute to be un-bought.
iPod bunny!
Cute stuff. The plug-in for the headphones looks wrong though.
Tenghui’s bald head. We had a class gathering to celebrate T.H’s birthday about a month ago. We didn’t do much because we’d spent most of the time deciding on where to go.
Me, the whiner, refused to watch Eragon [C'mon! Who the heck watches lame movies like that?! A 15 year old boy wrote that damn book, and he copied Lord of the Rings so much that he'd might as well lick off the book and paste his saliva on his. Even I can do that. Kids nowadays *sighs*], so we sat on our asses trying to decide what to do.
Um. Happy belated Birthday Teng Hui! Even though your birthday was last month.
Zukai’s ass, taken at FL’s Christmas party.. It was then I decided never, unless necessary and with close friends, to attend social functions with people I’m not familiar with. It just sucks ass to appear happy and friendly in front of people you don’t know and will probably never speak to again, it feels facile.
I look back at all the parties I’ve attended, and realised that I always ended up feeling like a squeezed chilli sauce packet. I’d listen to sad songs on my iPod, stare into the sky and cry. Either that or run like hell. Don’t know why though.
It’s not as if something horrible always happens to me at parties, more often than not, I have a hell of a time.
But afterwards, you realise it doesn’t mean a thing. The new people you met? You’ll probably never speak to them again. All you did was attempt to leave a good impression at the party’s expense.
And this view point will begin to zoom and project an even larger picture. The party begins to belittle the human race [sounds dumb, but yes]. From scientists’ and psychologists’ point of views on humans, studying human behaviour is actually a study of humans in a bundle, from studying ‘us’, we can predict what we will do in the future, speculate why we did what we did in the past and so on.
“Parties” is simply a recreational activity we are consumed by when we are not at work or sleeping. It’s a magical thought to think that humans acquire high significance on Earth. It is the fear of inferiority and lack of individualism that drives us to create something bigger than us which is controlling us, our arrogance and ego is that inflated as to think we are worth being ruled over by something more powerful than us. Thus religion is born.
Anyway, back to parties. Imagine that you are studying a a bunch of animals socialising with one another. You are standing in the “outsider” position. The points you deduce from their behaviour, and using these notes, you will speak of the animals as a statistic, not individually. You deduce that “all [insert animal's name] socialise by licking one another and scratching the fleas off each other.”
That’s exactly the way it is with humans.
If translated, it would be, “All humans socialise by drinking alcohol, indulge in wild activites etc.”
My point is, we are all under the false impression that we are all rooted to different emotional cores, which differ from one another. Thus the typical “no one understands” mentality. But the truth is that every human being follows a pattern – Work, feel, sleep, socialise. The party transforms from something significant and wonderful to something crude, belittling, and just something that all humans do.
Not that parties aren’t worth being celebrated.
Why, that would just veer off nature’s course, I even just came back from one. I’m all for this sort of social stuff, but I guess now I’m unable to bask in the apparent ecstasy. These sort of thoughts are like porn, you’ll never get it out of your head and there’s no un-forgetting it.
No offense to the Christmas party, it’s just my problem.
Denise and Eunice’s *gasp* spanking new Rolls Royce.
It’s the BOMB man, I think it looks gorgeous. This is her dad’s, what, 14th car?
Eunice’s stupid dog running in the rain.
Don’t get me wrong, the dog’s as cute as bunnies, but it just won’t stop running around and yapping.
Lovely rainbow that we managed to catch. There’s actually a 2nd rainbow above it, but it’s too faint to be seen on camera.
You know how couple keep taking pictures like these then post it up on their msn display pictures? Now, how do you really know that the person is really holding his partner’s hand? He/She could be bluffing you! Look at this picture, I can use it as my display picture and everyone will think I’m holding hands with my boyfriend. Absurd! It’s Dee’s and my hand, dummies!
So the next time you see some mushy, mysterious picture which apparently indicates that your friend has a boyfriend/girlfriend, DON’T BE FOOLED! There’s more than meets the eye, dudes! Your friend could just be making a pathetic attempt to fool all of you!
Pokey the Porcupine. That’s Paula’s eraser and her staples. Looks as cute as pigs [which are pretty cute]
Aw hor, Lenny.
You also hor.
Teehee.
So those are all the photos for now. Hope you’ve enjoyed my first proper post in months.
Busy Like a Pig
My favourite simile is now, “[insert event] like a pig.” Raining like pigs, fat like a pig, wet like a pig, empty like a pig, farting like a pig and so on. It sounds so right, like “like a pig” really emphasizes what I’m trying to say. You irritating like a pig lah.
Lizard hid a secret from us for a whole month. Such an important secret that when I discovered it, I whacked her. What the hell man?! I thought we were gonna grow old and get our next boyfriends only in junior college. I guess that’s just my own plan.
The worst thing was that I met him, but I didn’t know it was him. I poked Lizard and said, “Need to pee!” and went to the toilet without getting a good look at him.
Curse my untimely bladder.
I’m still pretty pissed by the chemistry teacher thing. I really need help in chemistry, but yet the best teachers go to the best classes. Hello, our name’s 4C, and we’re dying in sciences, help please.
I feel like shit for not blogging as often. Honestly, schedules are packed all the way up to my eyes, I barely have time to blog. How do those people do it? Anyways, I’ll properly continue this post when I have the time. For now, it’s beauty sleep time.
GAH
Okay, I know I haven’t updated much recently, but I’m damn infuriated now, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be coming up with a long post as soon as I’m free from the slaving shackles of homework, which is probably still going to be a long time from now.
Blogging is becoming a chore man. So many things happened, yet so little time.
Stressed Out.
I’m super duper swamped with homework and studying, I can’t even breathe man. Physics test tomorrow, geography elect test on the following day, English test on Wednesday, Physics tuition on Fridays from 8-10pm, A/E math tuition on Saturday from 4pm-7pm, Chemistry tuition on Sundays from 3pm-4.30pm, gotta do Literature notes, gotta finish Chemistry, Geography and A math homework and my teachers suck ass.
My form teacher is a flat-chested woman who’s new and is also teaching us Physics. She’s really odd and uptight, hopefully she teaches Physics well.
Chemistry’s a bummer. Mrs Chee left our class to assist the best Chemistry teacher to teach the already-best pure science class in the level.What kind of fuck logic is that? My friends were speculating the possible reasons. One of them was that maybe the class is already scoring near distinctions, so why not make it confirm 100% distinctions to boost the overall MSG. But our class would be pulling down the MSG then. Pfft.
Geography elect sucks too. I can’t believe I’m still stuck with that teacher, it’s not a mystery as to why my combine humans grades are the pits. I don’t care if the teachers read this, they should know how we feel anyway, otherwise, what’s the point of being what they are.
Sometimes I wish that some teachers would quit acting as if they care, because clearly they don’t. School reputation is their top priority. Of course student welfare is taken after, but definitely below “school reputation” in terms of the priorities list.
I’m way pissed off. I’m getting really frustrated, people seem to be becoming more facile and I don’t know why, but I’m getting extremely angry over tiny things which aren’t worth being angry over. Like why aren’t my books nearer to me instead of the coffee table so I wouldn’t need to walk so far. Geez.
GIMME CHOCOLATES.