Monday, November 28, 2005
Ang Mei GuiBlk 576 Woodlands Dr 16
#09-498
Singapore 730576
28 November 2005
Mr Santa Claus
Somewhere on Earth
Dear Santa
Re: My Christmas wish
I've been very obedient this year, I know you agree. With friends like Sokmui around me, I don't think you can bring yourself to say that I swear frequently. (Sokmui swears like there's no tomorrow...) Thus, I'm sure you won't be able to bring yourself to disappoint me by not giving me my Christmas present.
I had written a letter to you in February this year regarding my Christmas wish about making Sokmui less sadistic so that I will not be in such a great danger. I know it's a little early, but I wanted to make sure you receive it in time. But then again, I'm afraid you'd have thrown that letter away or lost it somewhere. In any case, that letter is no longer important as I have a new Christmas wish now.
If I'm not wrong, I've also written a letter to you in June regarding my Christmas wish of sending Jonatha* (name kept secret) off to Mars. I just thought making Sokmui less sadistic is rather impossible. But in the letter I also mentioned, while you're sending Jonatha* off to Mars, please send Haob* (name kept secret) off to the Sun as well.
I'm terribly sorry to trouble you again, because I want to change my Christmas wish again, due to an incident that occurred today in Yishun Sports Hall.
To aid you in better understanding the grave importance of my wish, I will gladly recount the horrifying experience.
A good friend of mine, by the name of Jeremy, had just returned from Thailand. He brought us many souvenirs, along which was a box of FRIED WORMS which cost S$6. It is a complete waste of money, not to mention a insult to mankind, because men eat worms only in Fear Factor or Survivor Guantemala.
Many fellow badminton mates know how afraid I am of worms, dead or alive, fried or grilled or steamed or whatever. And Jeremy tried to scare me a couple of times, although the worm never came near me. That's not too bad though. HOWEVER, Jonathan held a worm LESS THAN 10CM AWAY FROM ME for TWO times. (explains why I want to send him off to Mars)
And Fiona, FIONA THIA KIA HUA, the HUMJI, actually ate ONE worm! I strongly believe that the worms must have possessed some supernatural powers to have hypnotised her into eating that horrible creature. The good thing is that I possess even greater supernatural powers to have resisted the hypnosis.
But the worst has yet to come. Jeremy accidentally toppled the WHOLE box of fried worms over. And they spilled, spilled, spilled, spilled, spilled, spilled over the floor. I geniunely thank gods of all religions that none of the horrible creature, it-whose-name-must-not-be-mentioned, touched any of my belongings. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the head to be writing this letter to you because I would have screamed my head off.
Thus, I will ask Santa to grant me this wish, that is to exterminate all worms/caterpillars/milipedes/centipedes from the face of the Earth. I know this is not exactly a present, but I recalled the last time I chatted with you over MSN, you said that you often chatted with God over MSN too. Thus, I will like to ask you to tell God about my wish, which is to exterminate all worms/caterpillars/milipedes/centipedes from the surface of the Earth.
I geniunely wish that you would grant me this wish. I look forward to your good news on Chrismas Day. However, in case the wish should not work out, because God doesn't approve to it, or because your com crashed and you can't access MSN, or simply because you forgot, I won't mind seeing Sokmui less sadistic, or Jonatha* being sent of to Mars, or Haob* off to Sun.
Thanks Santa! But if none of the wishes work out, I might consider saving up $3 to hire Sokmui again. No, this is not a threat. Okay, maybe it is. But rest assured I won't do a thing to harm you (Sokmui I can't say....). Lots of love and take care! (beware of Sokmui...)
Yours faithfully
Meigui
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I swear, the person who sent these smses was a guy.XXX: HeyxX, can ii mit eu at Wooooodlands mrt at twu 0clock t0mOlo tu pass euu ***'s boOkie?
(He meant, can he meet me at Woodlands MRT at two o'clock tomorrow to pass me a friend's BOOK, not bookie. -.-")
This sms wasted about 5.214 seconds more of my time reading it, I spent 15.214 seconds when I could have used only 10. And because I'm feeling bored, and I feel like doing something in return to this guy who spent so much time typing lykE DiShe, I replied:
Me: iiiiiiii hehf trehning tumorlo, kant meatttt euu. Pahss de BOOKIE to *** yorsellllf.
(I meant, I have training tomorrow, can't meet you. Pass the BOOK to *** yourself.)
I was satisfied with myself for wasting some idiot's time in figuring out what it is that I'm trying to say, when the reply came.
XXX: HuhXx, wtt eu sAyin, duunn understand nehx... Diiaoo... wen euu staRt tOkin lyk dishe de? sOoO weiRd lOrX...
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-throws phone out of the window-
Alright. Maybe I should congratulate him for having spelt "understand" correctly, without any caps. Wonderful achievement.
But...
WHY THE HELL DO YOU CALL A BOOK BOOKIE?!
...
bookie
n : a gambler who accepts and pays off bets (especially on horse races)
From: Dictionary.com
-.-"
Please don't talk to me lyke dishe. I might have to save up $3 again to hire Sokmui to do her job. Or if I'm impatient, I might choose to do the killing myself. And the last thing you can tell me is BOOKIE = BOOK. We don't go to Bookieshops to buy Bookies so that we can read them. Then what? We become Bookieworms?! Another thing is, you can't find Bookies in libraries, you can only find them at coffeeshops.
And, "eu" is not "you". Please do not refer me as European Union. I will seriously consider saving up $6 to hire Sokmui to torture you before doing her job. -.-" Eu, ew...
And guess what! The guy who sent me these two smses is in fact a macho guy in NCC! Okay, not macho, I can't remember how he looks like. But he's in NCC! And his primary school CCA was actually basketball! Not Chinese Dance, not Girl Guides, but basketball and NCC!
And the reason why I'm so irritated, is because, make a guess!
Guess the time he sent me this sms!
8.35pm!
I love morons who irritatingly send moronic smses to me at 8.35pm at night when I'm falling asleep, so as to freakingly wake me up to read some moronic smses and make out what he is bloody trying to say, which makes no sense because he's not saying anything, but instead making weird noises which sounds like English when in actual fact it is not, except maybe the word understand, when other than that, all the other words are gibberish or sounds like some annoying retards who are retarder than me.
Oh, typo, I didn't mean to type "love". I would love a pink and white striped earthworm more.
Haha. Bye! :D
Don't give me that look. I'm serious. He is the most amazing person I've ever seen.
Before I talk about what great things he's done, I'd ask you to recall your life in kindergarten. Now recall your kindergarten examinations, English, Chinese, Maths... Do you remember, having to fill in alphabets A to Z in the English exam, seeing three pictures of people in different races and then matching them to "Chinese, Malay, Tamil", doing workings for 2 + 4 in the Maths exam, and writing "ni, wo, ta" in Chinese exam?
And here, right here, in my house, a small area in the ulu part of Woodlands, lives the greatest being on Earth. My brother, AMAZINGLY, failed all three papers in his K2 final year examinations. His scores for English, Chinese and Maths are 40, 32 and 29 respectively. And his remarks from his form teacher was "Beng Keong is the most can't-be-bothered student I've ever come across in my teaching career."
WOW.
And I thought I was the only one with a warped childhood, with all the biting teachers and knocking into washing machines. So! It's in the genes!
But I scored for kindergarten exams, okay. I got either full marks or one or two marks away from 100 each time.
-still wowing at his report card-
So cool!!!
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Tuesday morning I was at Naomi's house, blogging with Priscilla on my right and Weisiang on my left. Today I'm at Weisiang's house, blogging with Priscilla on my left and Weisiang on my right. -.-"My com's crashed.
It is terrifying with a ghost staring at you while you type. Haha.
I don't know what else to blog already. -.-"
Bye!
Friday, November 25, 2005
ClickI spent one hour plus playing this. Don't have to tell me I'm sick, I know. I just love killing innocent termites. :D Likes especially the hammer, the chainsaw, the stamp and the machine gun. :D
Com is acting crazy. I can't access blogger just now.
Com's been crashing on me. I came home on Wednesday and tried to on the computer. The monitor went blank and I restarted 6 or 7 times, before I got frustrated and did more erm, violent things like beating the CPU, and more retard things like begging the computer. -.- And then smoke came out from behind the CPU. So I got scared and offed the switch and went to sleep. -.-
I told my brother that night about the crashed com. But he told me he just played Heroes and nothing's wrong with the com. I began to think I might had been dreaming, or hallucinating, since I hasn't been sleeping for the last two days (at Naomi's and Gillian's house).
But on Thursday morning, I tried to switch on the com again, but the same thing happened. The smoke and everything. -.- So I shouted for my brother, who successfully on the com at the first try. -.-" But the minute I touched the mouse, the monitor went blank. Irritating com.
Anyway, BBQ at Gillian's house was fun...! Haha. I like Gillian's sister. She still thinks I've got a "boy boy name" called Haobo (like what I told her). Haha. Hardly slept that night, was playing mahjong with Evelyn, Chloe, Jiahao throughout the night. And laughing at some void head. Haha. "Na nu hai dui wo shou, shou -TEH-" LOL.
Having training later. =/ Don't feel like going.
Joan's inspiring message playing in background.
Fine.
I love training! Badminton is my favourite! Trainings are fun! I love coach!
...
I did not say that.
Mr Tan gave us $50 for our badminton chalet. That's more unbelievable than saying Jiahao has got a small head, or telling me my mother is not spastic. Fiona and I were staring at each other wide-eyed when we heard about that. Haha. Okay then, we shall be nice and not stab him the next time he talks to us, or sing "Who let the dogs out" the next time he appears. Note, I said "the next time", I didn't say everytime. :D
I still love Fa Ru Xue.
Ni fa ru xue fen fei le yan lei
Wo deng dai cang lao le shui...
CPU is making weird noises... -.-
Bye. :)
Ai zai yue guang xia wan mei...
All the better...
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
It's 3.36am!!!! I'm awake! Isn't this amazing?!What's more amazing is that I'm currently blogging with hei bai wu chang on my two sides, Priscilla, wearing the black 1/6 class tee on my right, and Weisiang, wearing some white NTU WSC Ignite '05 shirt. I can't stare some ghost by the name of Ong Wei Siang staring at me, especially so when it's not wearing spectacles. It makes his eyes look bigger, somehow.
The main theme of this blog entry is that I hate the way Weisiang blogs in his blog. No doubt being detailed shows that the person is careful and cautious, too much details tend to clog up the whole entry and makes the reader feel like beating the blogger up.
Which explains why I've slapped him 14 times today.
Okay, it's 15 already. (I just slapped him again.)
Naomi's weighing machine is not accurate. (Priscilla is complaining about it now...) Just a few hours ago, we were trying on our weights and Priscilla refused to go on the weighing machine (we all know the reason why........), and we too, were convinced that she'll secretly go up to the machine in the middle of the night to take her weight secretly. And guess what! We were right! She was happily whispering (it's 3am here...) to me that the machine showed 49kg just now. And now she's complaining that the machine showed her 4 different weights, which are 64kg, 58kg, 120kg and 112kg. Then she continued substantiating her point by saying the machine showed a value of 77kg when Weisiang (obviously weightless) stepped on it.
You know what?
That just proves my point.
Some
And the reality happens to be, some people weigh xkg, where x > 50kg. (Under pressure from some towering figure behind me, I have to betray my conscience and type 50, when all of you should know the exact value... I MEAN 40....!! OKAY OKAY FINE 30!! -.-
Who is the person who die also don't want to step on the machine?!
Ya lar, that person, I won't mention the name. This blog won't make any enemies! :D
Currently, I'm still blogging, because there are absolutely nothing else for me to do. Priscilla has diverted her attention on what I'm typing here to the deck of 26 cards she has in hand. She's playing Dai Dee with Weisiang. Yes, I know we are bored, you don't have to remind me.
Naomi is probably asleep upstairs. Anson asleep downstairs.
Oh yar! Back to the main theme of this blog entry.
I just slapped Weisiang again, just for the fun of it, and because I think 16 is a nicer number than 15. So, I've slapped him 16 times today!
But of course, 17 is always nicer than 16, which explains why I slapped him just again.
By the way, if Weisiang is reading this now, I'm sorry to remind you again, that you spent 24 seconds on stage in Bishan today during the CSS audition. And if Jiahao is reading this, I'm sorry to remind you again, that you spent 19 seconds on stage in Bishan today during the CSS audition. I'm sorry, didn't mean to remind you of your sad and torturous past. But I just did. CAMPUS SUPERSTAR. Aye. Sorry, I just typed it again. And to think I told Jiahao I'll be his first fan in future. I wonder what I was thinking. Haha. Nah, joking. Let's not hurt big heads' feelings.
You know something? 18 is always nicer than 17...
Actually it's because he's close enough to be slapped by me. Haha.
What I've been doing today:
1) Offer moral support for, a better term for laugh at, Jiahao and Weisiang at Bishan audition today.
2) Taught and played Bridge with a ghost.
3) Slapped the ghost for 18 times.
4) Come online at 3am++ in the morning.
5) Watched Priscilla cheat Weisiang in the latest Dai Dee game.
6) Watched a ghost shun me. (Now you know, the best way to keep the ghost out of your way is to continously slap it/him/her. For my case, I'm not so sure it's an "it" or "her".)
7) Blog at 4am in the morning.
8) Wonder what I'm doing at 4am in the morning awake.
9) Realise the answer to that is I'm blogging.
10) Said I missed my coach in front of Weisiang, Priscilla and Anson. Don't laugh, especially Fiona. YES, you, stop laughing.
You know something? I hate ghosts who act cute, or act stupid, or act dumb, or all of the above. And for this case, it's all three of the above. So I just slapped him 3 more times.
That makes it, erm, 21 times? Oh my, that's alot. But I don't really care. HAHAHA.
What else can I blog about?! Some ghost is currently lurking behind me. Shall I strike again? Sure! Why not?
Yea! The ghost disappeared! :D
I'm bored. Very very very bored. I'm going to fall asleep during training tomorrow, for sure.
But at least I get to see coach!
-.-
Why am I so enthu about seeing coach?!
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Choz! :D
Saturday, November 19, 2005
It's two different worlds altogether.10.15pm! :D
I'm bored after sleeping for such a long time. I can't stop getting nightmares.
Watched Jay on Channel U getting the Golden Horse Award. My expression, as what my eldest sis described, was dazed. Duh. It's Jay. JAY. JAY. JAY. :D
I was chatting with Jiahao and Fiona on MSN just now, at about 8 plus. Went offline because I wanted to watch the TV. "5 mins" turn out to be more than an hour. :D Haha.
Somehow, I don't feel like going for the camp on Monday. =X Firstly, I'm afraid it'll rain. Secondly, I'm afraid of Sokmui. Thirdly, I'm afraid of confrontations, if any. Fourthly, I'll miss a training. Fifthly, I want to go for training. Sixthly, I want to go for training badly. Seventhly, I want to go for training very badly.
Nah, who am I kidding. Since when have I ever been so enthu about trainings.
Actually I can go, right?
Hrm. Training on Tuesday. My rackets are with renyao. I just have to bring shoes. Training starts at 3, in Woodlands, so I leave Pasir Ris at say, 11.30am, and reach Woodlands, perhaps meet Fiona for lunch, and then after training I can take MRT back to Pasir Ris! :D
On. I go training on Tuesday!
EH? WAIT. Tuesday got 3/1 bbq at Gillian's house.
...
How?
Hrm hrm.
Choose between training and bbq.
-Joan's inspiring message playing in background....-
"Eh... dunno why toDae got e urge to say dis... we got onli Less than 3 mths left.. within dis 3 mths............................. budden if we willin to TRAIN HARD, wann beat sk sec to get into top 4 is POSSIBLE de..! .......... hope u can promise to chu quan li durin every trg leh.........."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!
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Let's toss a coin! Okay, no coins anywhere in sight. Erm, if the time right now ends with an even number, I'll go for training. Odd number, bbq. If the clock on my phone says undefined, then I don't go for both.
22:28
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Training?
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Erm. Let's sms some people. Shall sms erm, the person who replies the fastest. JIAHAO!
Me: Yes or no... Choose one...
If he replies Yes, then I shall go for training!
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Jiahao replied a Yes.
So I shall go for next Tuesday training! And then decide if I'm to go back to the campsite after training, or go Gillian's house after training! :D Yay! Fiona won't feel lonely anymore! :D
Am going J8 tomorrow to show some moral support for Jiahao
I'm thinking too much. I'm thinking too much. I'm thinking too much. I'm reading too much into things. Things aren't as complicated as I think it is. I'm thinking too much. I'm thinking too much. Just wait and see.
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It's two different worlds altogether. Get me back before it's too late.
Okay fine. Not fully. I was never fully awake. I'm here to blog, under the pressure of some Sec 2 junior towering at 168cm. Wrong. Make it some spastic Sec 2 FEMALE junior that towers at 168cm also known as Fiona the girl who's scared of flowers. Yea. I'm supposed to blog about the two jing gangs in badminton. The female KingKong being Jaslyn, and the male/renyao being Baorong.
But, I always liked to do things which I'm not supposed to do. So obviously, I won't blog about the two of them when someone asked me too. =P
Had training for the past two days, at Woodlands. Today's was slack. My muscles took a longer lag time to start aching. Really.
Watched Exorcism of Emily Rose after training today. Renyao's shirt was enlarged. (He changed his shirt in the cinema, because his other shirt was wet.) -.- I was using it to cover myself because it was cold. But some humjis, I won't say who, kept pulling at the shirt to cover her eyes. Note: "her". The four of us who went were me, Jeremy, renyao and FIONA. Won't say who the humji was.
Seriously. The show wasn't scary at all. But it's rather nice.
Had dinner at Yishun after that. Fiona started having gastric aches. Bought her Actal at Cold Storage. I never knew Actal should be either chewed or sucked. I always swallowed it, never once bothered to read the box or the slip of paper inside. Lol.
Then we headed home. Fiona and Jeremy alighted at Admiralty because Jeremy is to send Fiona home. -wide smile- Fiona gastric mah, have to get some real macho man
Renyao and I alighted at Woodlands. Renyao told me more jokes which I've heard before. He/She was getting frustrated because there doesn't seem to be a joke which he/she's heard of and I hasn't.
I remembered about the rackets in Renyao's bag only after I alighted 901. I tried waving, but Renyao must be trying on the new hairband, so much so that he/she did not see me. Could have ran after the bus, but I was lazy. -.- So forget it.
Reached home at 10 plus.
Bloody tired now.
Am falling asleep.
Zzz. You must be damn bored to be scrolling.
Bye. (Bet you are irritated for having scrolled so long just to see a Bye.) :D
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Today I was having training in Cheng San CC. Some time when I was doing a drill where about 4 or 5 of us were rotating and doing the drills alternately, 2 other people positioned on the other side of the court. I was feeling warm so I opened the side door to feel some breeze, then close it again when the drills start, so as not to let the breeze affect the others.And then I was dumb enough to get a cut on my left ankle by the door. More irritating because I was wearing ankle socks and abrasions against the shoe makes it worse.
So, when the training ended, I was sitting beside Fiona.
Me: -lifts up right foot to check wound- Eh? So fast heal ler?
Fiona: -stares-
Me: OH! Wrong foot. -lifts up left foot to check wound- Hehh. Still there. -wide grin-
Fiona: IDIOT!!!
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The more I play with Fiona's Super Mario 2 on her gameboy, the more convinced I am that I am retarded. Even Ruth agrees, she watched me play.
Anyway, I'm feeling accomplished because I just knocked some ren yao's head to the glass by the side of the door in the MRT. Yea, Fiona. I did it! =) Some ren yao just have to keep reminding me I'm 156.5cm, followed by ren yao's laughter. So when he/she came forward to lean against the glass, I took the chance and knocked his/her head backwards when he laughed at me again. I always thought you ai you ben can only refer to Jiahao. Fine then, i was wrong. Ren yaos can be you ai you ben too. =)
Still have to wake up early tomorrow morning. Bye! =)
Monday, November 14, 2005
"A poverty that allows only tiny margin for spending,but which is shadowed always by the weight of debt
that nags like a conscience is worse than starvation itself"
Some patterns I noticed about me:
1) The most common thing that I do when my mood is down either because I'm feeling sad or angry, is talking to myself, or talking to Sandy, or scolding myself, or asking myself to shut up. -.-
2) I'm retarded. Really. I'm starting to believe I'm born with it. Three days ago, I told Gillian the date's 10 November. Three days later, I told Gillian the date's 10 November. I was corrected two times today. I came home today, saw that the clock on my computer screen isn't correct, set it to the correct time, and keyed in 10 November. And I took, I don't know how long, to realise it.
3) When I'm in court, and I'm feeling lousy, I smash, and most of them never went past the net.
4) When I'm in court, and I'm not feeling lousy, the most common thing I do is drop.
5) I have dreamless nights when I go to sleep recalling what I've dreamt the past night. I have nightmares when I go to bed being retarded (laughing to my own jokes etc etc).
6) I really really really really can't stand people shouting. I can dislike anyone who shouts. Even if the person is enjoying him/herself shouting. I just can't stand it. Unless you got robbed off 700 lollipops, or got attacked by 50 million worms, or your Jay Chou poster got torn off, or you were at a Jay concert. Explains why I can't stand Haobo, and the guys who shout.
Aye. Today's been rather troublesome. But had fun, anyway. Played badminton after school.
Bye.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Zong ran qing shi yi jing cheng huiWo ai bu mie...
Just back from Jody's house. Was there whole of today playing mahjong and cards with Jody, Priscilla and Anson. By the end of all, Jody won around $1.50, Priscilla a little more than Jody, and I won 30 cents. Anson lost more than $3. Lol.
Nothing much to blog about actually.
The camp. I'm going to have to miss one training. Sorry captain, this isn't about "chu quan li". Haha. I won't be able to chu quan li during a training when I haven't been sleeping the night before mah. So for the sake of living up to the promise that I would chu quan li for every training, I won't be going. I'm going to miss a Tuesday training. May there be more PT for you guys then. =) Sad case that the training is at Woodlands though. Haha.
Should be able to get 3 tents, if Meiching can find hers. Plus Layjia's and Ann's.
Met an old friend in KFC today, while I was eating dinner with Priscilla. Sopheary. If you ever heard me mention that name.
Tonight's weather would be perfect for sleeping. Got to go then. Catch some sleep. =)
Friday, November 11, 2005
Forgot to mention.If Meiching successfully found her tent somewhere in her storeroom, plus Layjia's tent, we could camp! Yay. The two tents can sleep up to 8 people. =)
The dates are set on 21st to 23rd November. Place should be Pasir Ris Park.
Another thing is.
Freak. Haobo just called me. I almost threw the phone out the window.
Nono, I wasn't about to say that. What was I saying. Um. I can't remember.
Um, all welcomed. I'll be asking around. I'm not the organizer. Sandy is. Sadistic (Sokmui's imaginary friend) doesn't want to be the organizer anymore. Thus, Sandy has to bear the responsibility.
Anyway, I feel like swimming. Lol. So no connection.
Not that I know how to swim yet. I feel like playing with water.
I'm still hungry. Sandy must have eaten my dinner.
Lol. I'm becoming james-loh. -.- Dillusional. Haha.
By the way, just for your information, I think Fa Ru Xue is very nice.
So nice that it makes me a little crazy inside. If you know what I mean. That kind of feeling that makes me want to eat the computer up or something. Whatever that sort of feeling is called. It's not a very nice feeling anyway.
Not Fa Ru Xue's fault. It's not its fault that it's nice right.
The lyrics are nice. Very very very very very very very very very very nice.
Sandy is dancing to the music.
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Sandy just fell down. I'm laughing, literally.
Good thing I'm home alone again.
Freak. Why do I feel like calling Haobo, just for the fun of it. This is scary. It seems like I'm really becoming James-loh. NO! I don't need the private jet and the jacuzzi and the chauffeur and the Canadian Mafia friends.
I'm scaring myself for the 21891624961th time today. I must have been possessed by Weisiang the scary ghost. I wonder how his mirror could stand him. Every single morning it has to be scared once by its owner. Poor mirror.
But he's a nice ghost because he treated me countless milk packets. For valid reasons though. Valid reasons like he scared me, or he scared Sandy, or both. Then he'll owe me two packets, because I drink in place of Sandy. Sandy is underaged, can't drink yet. Ha. How can I be so lame. I always thought Sandy would be lamer, since she lost a leg. Oh yar, she got a new leg in Paraguay already. So now I'm lamer? Must be.
Sandy is knocking herself to the wall now.
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Poor wall.
Why doesn't Sandy realise, no matter what she does, no matter how she tries to take her life away, she'll still be stuck with me?! She's hanging herself now. Let's hope her neck breaks. Then she'll need to go to Paraguay to get a new neck.
By the way, Sandy has yet to meet Sadistic. But Sandy will be killed once she sees Sadistic, since it's impossible to kill a killer because the killer will kill you before you can kill the killer. Not that I'm worried for Sandy though. She's better off dead.
Okay. Fine. I know I'm mean. Can't help it.
Gastric aching. Got to have some sleep. Good night.
FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "Fine" to describe how a woman looks this will cause you to have one of those arguments.
FIVE MINUTES
This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade.
NOTHING
This means "something", and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. 'Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with "Fine".
GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows)
This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine".
GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)
This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care" You will get a "Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.
LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".
SOFT SIGH
Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" mean that she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.
THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and in conjunction with a "Raised Eyebrow".
PLEASE DO
This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay."
THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say you're welcome.
THANKS A LOT
This is much different from "Thanks." A woman will say, "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh." Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh," as she will only tell you "Nothing."
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I think I had many nightmares last night, but I can't remember any of them when I woke up this morning, Fa Ru Xue still playing in the background. And for some reasons, I don't know what, the dreams maybe, I was crying. -.-
I was reading/chatting during English lesson when we were told to write the draft for the letter that we're supposed to write to Straits Times. I was doing AMaths homework/chatting/stoning/sleeping during Physics when the teacher was teaching and we were told to "keep quiet/listen here/read this". I was stoning/sleeping/writing postcards/laming with weixin during Geography when Mdm Neo was screening some show on oil. But I paid attention, FULL attention during Maths. Wow.
No homework today. =)
10 things on my mind:
1) I need to find someone to reteach me everything Mr Tay (the scary Physics relief teacher) had taught us. Seriously, the only things that went in my mind during the past 3 lessons are that we should not shake legs, and that there is kinetic energy in a duster that is being thrown onto a whiteboard. I took one look on the board during Physics today. I don't understand a thing. =/
2) Jay. He's not a thing. Okay then. Jay's songs.
3) Camp.
4) The catchy phrase Priscilla was talking about. -.- I just realised the killer thing is catchy too. The "you can't kill a killer because the killer will kill you before you can kill the killer". Haha. But Priscilla's about the "ai zi yu jian ai zi, ai zi xiao ai zi ai, ai zi yu jian ai zi, ai zi bei ai zi xiao ai" is still catchier. Haha.
5) Fa Ru Xue. Fa Ru Xue. Fa Ru Xue.
6) Last training.
7) Next training.
8) I'm hungry, again.
9) My Maths is improving. I can't believe it. Not for the current topics only. I can do most questions which I couldn't in the past. If only we're allowed to listen to Jay's songs instead of Mrs Vijay. I believe we can do better.
10) Aaron and his Zhiwei. Haha. And his spastic choker/braclet. Weixin and the paper aeroplane. -.-
Bye. =)
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
All good things come to an end. So do the bad. =)It's a good things today isn't a good day. Because then tomorrow will be better.
Stop scrolling, while I'm still positive.
Anything that happens this second is past. And what's past is past.
Ah. I shouldn't be blogging. Ha.
=) Smile while you still can.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Aye. Haven't done Maths homework. I feel like sleeping already. It's 8.30pm! I should be sleeping. =/Don't give me that look. Firstly, I've decided to be guai and finish all my homework myself. =) Secondly, it's good to sleep early, it keeps you awake and prepared for the next day. Moreover, sleeping helps keep you off from thinking about unhappy things that happened to you on that day. And by the time you wake up, you feel happier already! =)
Anyway, there's training today! =) Slack though, I thought coach would be giving us PT, maybe run around the cc or something. But he only made us do 100 sit ups. And! Joan started doing sit ups first! She finished 60 while I was still doing drills. But I actually finished 100 earlier than her!! Lol. I made a bet with her mah, and she took her own sweet time, she did one sit up and then she changed her place because she didn't like to do sit ups near a unlocked door. Lol. By the time she settled down to do her second one, I've already done 17.
Some weird teacher came in for Physics lesson today. Weixin asked for my AMaths textbook to do the homework lol. Weiwen and I actually managed to write down some of the things he said. =) So crap. Why must the school send teachers to scare us. -.- Really. I am scared by his expressions. I can't understand why he is so happy that "if you spray perfume in the air you can smell it right". And I can't understand why he is so angry with "what is internal energy (X5)". (He repeated that question 5 times... -.-) And! What's wrong with shaking legs! Lol.
-yawns-
Shall do my Maths homework now, bathe and then sleep! Good night!
Okay wait, maybe I can do my Maths homework in school tomorrow morning. I practically stoned this morning. But this is procrastinating. And if I can't, I must! So if I can, I mustn't! So I mustn't do my Maths homework in school tomorrow morning!
Okay crap. I'm still going to do my Maths homework tomorrow. =P
Monday, November 07, 2005
Let's celebrate the REBIRTH of me.Instead of saving up $3 to hire Sokmui to kill the baby for me, I decided to be nice and save up $5 instead, and used the $5 to buy the poster from Sokmui! Muahahahahahahaha. (Oh my, why did I just laugh the way Sokmui do. I'm not the killer who took Jiahao's head!! NOT ME!)
And I'm collecting the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen of Earth from Sokmui tomorrow! And she better remember to bring it, or I may get so aggitated that I kill her by accident. But then again, that is theoretically impossible because you can't kill a killer because the killer will kill you before you can kill the killer. HAHA.
*right hand shakes left hand, left hand shakes right hand, congratulates myself for the 50th time*
Okay. If you believed that, you are perhaps ranked one level above YKW in the chart of stupidity. Haha. Firstly, your right hand can't shake your left hand properly. Secondly, if you still haven't realised, your left hand can't shake your right hand properly too. And lastly, I wouldn't be congratulating myself and counting the number of times at the same time.
So I'm high now, and I'm going to make sure the poster is to be laminated and stuck on my ceiling. If, I mean IF, it gets torn again, I'm not going to wait to save up $3. I'll just bite whoever tore it until he/she is completely chewed, then I'll skew the meat onto satay sticks, bbq it over fire, and then feed the sharks.
Anyway, I realised that sitting near to YKW helps in my daily work. Especially Maths. Everytime I feel like dropping to my tabletop because of binomial theorem, I wake up with a jolt because I told myself I must finish solving every example faster than YKW, more accurate than YKW, just better than YKW. And I started writing "I love AMaths, AMaths is fun, I score A1s easily for AMaths, binomial theorem is my best friend". Haha. Another thing, writing "Zhou Jie Lun hen shuai" on my hand helps in keeping my awake, because the mere mention of his name helps keep my alert. Sometimes I think I can score better if I listen to Jay's songs instead of Mrs Vijay during lessons. Okay, but that's because I score badly now. Haha.
Another reason why tomorrow will be a wonderful day, other than receiving the reason for my rebirth, is that, there is training tomorrow! Haha, okay, since when I'm so enthu about training. No lar, actually I'm just enthu about making use of the Inspiring message on Joan. Haha. One great way to make her fasterrrr. I can't stand waiting for her, I'm not like someone who waits in the bus stop early in the morning, you know. Someone lar, *coughs* Hao-- *coughs*. Ya lar, that person. Early in the morning she has to face some towering figure that is ranked #896315734618121212536546432642518374174521645174165417487615157418798375161241 in the stupidity chart. Okay, enough about him. He just pissed me off again today. =/ Never mind.
I finished all my homework today! =) Except Chem, because my practical workbook is with Joan. And my theory workbook isn't due tomorrow. Haha. But I finished Maths and Chinese! I even read the 3 chapters in the Chinese textbook which I bet no one give a damn about! =) I like this life. =)
Finished the J.D. Robb book yesterday. =) Quite a nice book, although I don't think the killing methods are sadistic enough. =X I expected more. Haha.
Have a nice day~! (today or tomorrow, depending on when you're reading this) =)
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Currently, his room door is closed. Which means he's back, should be. I don't want to care already. The more I think, the worse I become. So don't think. =)I'll just be dumb and study. =)
Anyway, 2 more days, I'm really looking forward to training.
A few days ago, Joan sent me this ultra long and inspiring sms regarding badminton's future. Haha.
Joan: Eh..dunno why toDae got e urge to say dis..we got onli Less than 3 mths left..within dis 3 mths,its Almost impossible to win schs lyk st nicks,Xm,SSS nonid say lah "_" budden.if we willin to TRAIN HARD,wann beat sk sec to get into top 4 is POSSIBLE de..! reali hope u can promise to chu quan li durin every trg leh..not every1 has e talent to play bad,so dun waste it..P.S when readin dis,imagine i got an ANGRY face hor.and believe miracles do happen de..=)
Me: Wow.. So inspiring.. HAHAHAHAHAHA... Oops, not supposed to laugh huh. Okok, I'll chu quan li.. -.- Are we supposed to sing There can be miracles~~ When you believe~~ during every training...?
Joan: Reali lah, dun always so slack (blah blah blah, I deleted this message...)
Me: Okok. I'm scared of your ANGRY face. I'm not laughing, really.
Lol. Badminton people reading this, especially Jaslyn and Fiona! See! Our captain wants us to promise to chu quan li during every training, and our captain wants us to believe miracles do happen de! (Frankly speaking, this is the first time I ever felt our captain isn't slacker than us, really.)
Anyway, I kept the inspiring message in my Inbox because I know I'll need it someday. Not on myself lar, moron, of course it's on Joan. The next time she's taking her own sweet time to prepare for training, I just have to open the inspiring message of the day and read out to her what she sent me. Haha.
Nothing else much. I'm enjoying myself at home.
Yea, like real.
Never mind, at least I'm reading sadistic books. They keep me entertained. Some Vengenance book by J.D. Robb. I'm not possessed by Sokmui, don't worry.
Bye, have a nice day. =)
Friday, November 04, 2005
They can't find his passport, it's 12am and everyone is awake.Instinct tells me he won't be back today too.
Why. He hasn't returned home for another bloody 2 hours.
The previous entry. It wasn't about how much I want to go to the goddamn concert. It's the characters involved. That happened last Sunday. Count back. How many days had it been. I don't even bother counting. Those were the number of days the bedroom had been empty, the aircon unused, fourth time this year already.
I can't get out now. Not now, not tomorrow, not until he comes home. Yea, that's how it looks like now.
I'm bound to stay home for good. Why. I'm alone at home again. Right now. I'm alone at home again. My elder sis not back from work, second elder sis gone schooling, parents out after phone calling his friends. Out where. I didn't even bother asking. Third time since a few days back. Or is it fourth? My task is to call my father if he returns. Which means I have no task at all. Because he doesn't return.
I don't understand what's the quarrell going on between them. And I don't understand why they have to act as if nothing's wrong in front of me. Damn, if only I'm that stupid huh. Then perhaps I'll feel happy staying at home instead of feeling so lousy.
No wait. Lousy is not the word. I'm feeling morbid. Influence, must be. How many times did I overhear my eldest sis mentioning him using sucide as a threat? Countless. He broke off all contact with us. He was at his friend's house last night, watching soccer, we had to know that through a friend.
Fourth time this year already. Really. I only started knowing since the last time. All along I had been the sweet and innocent young child that doesn't know a fucking thing around this house. To them, at least. Why. What I'm supposed to do is to study. I'm not even obliged to care.
Perhaps it's best for me to stay out of their way. Let the adults do the things and I just sit back and watch huh. Why doesn't it occur to them that if he is to contact anybody in this household, the person will be me. Why hasn't it occurred to them, that he chose to call me the other time, the last time. I said that to them. They want me out of this whole thing. They don't want me to be "influenced". Right. They think my brother is a bad influence, and I'm to stay as far away from him as possible.
Can't they see. They're forcing him to a corner. He's not using sucide as a threat. He sees sucide as a mean. I didn't bother talking. Why should I. Perhaps I'll grow up just like him. We had similar characters you know. Perhaps I should prepare myself. I might grow up to do the exact same things as him. Run away from home for days, weeks, or months, or never come home.
The whole family now sees him as an outsider, outcast, enemy, you think up more names, I can't think now. And they discuss it behind my back. Why. I'm not to be involved, you see. I'm supposed to be living in this picture they painted and named Home Sweet Home. How apt. I'm led to believe he's not run away from home, he's only went on a little trip, and whilst he's at it, he misses home continuously. Hey, I believed that you know. I don't even know for how fucking long I had been believing that I have the ultra perfect family on Earth. It makes me feel stupid. Alright. I am stupid.
Right. It can't be that bad. It's been the fourth time already, hasn't it. He'll just return home safely like he did for the last three times, stayed for a couple of months, and then off for his disappearing act again. Why should I care. I should just act stupid and dumb and ignorant and carry on reading my thick Geography textbook. Yea, like I care. I don't bloody give a damn my favourite sibling is missing. No, I can't use missing. They know where he is, don't they. Or they think they do. Which means he isn't really missing in that sense. Alright. Co-missing. Half-missing. Whatever.
What's with all the despise. Just because he dyes his hair in a weird colour doesn't make him the top criminal that the police is trying to nab. What the fuck. The other two dye their hair too. Both brownish red. So what. I told Anson before I want to dye my hair silver. Just that I can't okay. I'm studying. But I want my hair silver. That doesn't make me the ultimate suspect for whatever shit. And what's with all the ransacking of his room and his bags. They don't get what I mean by they're pushing him to a corner huh. What's with all the take-his-handphone-and-copy-his-sim-card-while-he-isn't-looking. Huh. He's 13 years older than me. Why doesn't he get the freedom I do.
Get me. I'm as much "rebellious" as he is. Why won't everyone believe me. He's not a kid that needs counselling. If there's one in the household, the most probable one is me. Yes, me. He hasn't even strayed. He smoked, yea, so what. He doesn't in the house. He did his best not to let you know. He even kept his lighters away. Why. Because he knows what he's doing. He knows smoking is bad for health but he does it occasionally to let off stress. He doesn't smoke much. He doesn't even look like someone who smokes. He doesn't want you to know. He knows you'll think otherwise. He knows you'll start to worry that he's become a bad boy. Then what. You found a lighter in his bag. You asked him. He could have said it was for a bbq. But he didn't. He didn't lie. He told the truth. And look at how everyone thinks he's bad to the core. Yes, he tells me.
What's this. Yes I'm defending him. I'm defending him like how he defended me when I quarrelled with my father. I'm perhaps as angry and frustrated as he is right now. Why. I understand. And the acute sense called instinct tells me every single bit of content they are discussing even if I don't have to hear it. I know what they're saying. I want to say what I think, what he thinks. But I'm sick of hearing them say I've been brainwashed, influenced, whatever. I'm sick of having to be the girl to hit the books instead of meddling with such affairs. Like, whatever. You act like everything's alright. I act like I'm the dumb girl who doesn't know anything. It suits you fine, fine.
And this bloody sense of wanting to get out in me was what he got too. Was what drove him out too.
I tried looking at everything from another angle. I tried. I tried settling myself, being calm, trying my best to analyse every single bit of detail, every action, every comment, and see if I can detect any emotion that comes with it. I tried to tell myself that parental love is still intact. I tried. As much as I want to believe it, I can't. And the truth sinks in. Like a part of my heart has been ripped away from me.
Two things in this world drives me crazy. One is worms, the other is messy situations which I absolutely have no control over. Worse still, messy situations which I'm not entitled to bother about in the first place. Right. Why don't you leave the discussions to 3am. I won't give a damn then.
Emotionally unstable, currently. I warn, do not attempt to come close whatsoever. I bite.
Wait till it all blows over. Oh wait. That is like, never. Alright. Forget it. Take it I never said anything.
Me: WANT.
Brother: How badly do you want to go.
Me: Very badly.
Brother: As badly as Jay's?
Me: No. Almost.
Brother: Why?
Me: Why what. I like Tao Zhe too, not as much as Jay, but his songs are nice.
Brother: Really?
Me: Yar.
Brother: You know something?
Me: What?
Brother: I really bought two $168 tickets for his concert.
Me: I WANT.
Brother: Three weeks wash plates and make bed.
Me: One week.
Brother: Two weeks.
Me: One and a half.
Brother: On.
Me: YAY!
Brother: You know something?
Me: What.
Brother: I asked Kimberly to go to the concert too.
Me: So I'm going with her?
Brother: No, I am going with her.
Me: So you bought three tickets?
Brother: No, I bought two.
Me: Then what? You're invisible?
Brother: No.
Me: Then?
Brother: I was joking with you.
Me: ...
Brother: -laughs like mad-
Me: You know something?
Brother: What.
Me: You owe me $50.
Brother: What lar.
Me: Fine for cheating me.
Brother: Whatever. Not like I'll give you.
Me: Don't worry. I'll help myself to your wallet.
Brother: $10.
Me: $40.
Brother: $20.
Me: $35.
Brother: $25.
Me: $40.
Brother: $30. Last call.
Me: On.
I got $30 for no rhyme or reason.
But I really want to go Tao Zhe's concert. =/
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Haiz.I miss my one piece Jay poster.
Haiz.
Alright. Let's not talk about saddening stuff.
Yesterday was the big head ghost birthday. I don't know why I went lol, I don't even know him well enough. The only things I say when I see him is regarding his head.
Anyway, like I mentioned in the last entry, I left home at 4pm and met up Priscilla at Sembawang MRT at 4.30pm. We bought the birthday cake and then took 859 to Layjia's house. We were the first to reach, so I watched Priscilla surfed net because she hasn't touched internet ever since her connection was spoilt. Lol. And then we crapped with Weisiang online. (By the way, his display pic is so scary that we have to minimise it as soon as we open a conversation, in case innocent young children like us get nightmares.)
And then Weihao arrived, followed by Zanyu, Benjamin, Kakei, Hanhui. And then we started playing Blackjack. Then we ordered Canadian pizzas blah blah blah.
Jody ran into the house at 7pm sharp, following Xueling. Jody was close to missing her Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa. Lol. Who would expect Wu Bai to like Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa this much. HAHA.
Then Nigel and Lim Jiahao came. Nigel ate the pizza and told us he was eating chewing gum. Moreover, the pig insist he's on a diet. Ha.
We started playing Blackjack, Kakei being the banker. Lol. He lost like siao, and we sang Happy Birthday for him. Haha. And then Hanhui went home, followed by Weihao. Then we continued playing Blackjack blah blah. Then we sang Happy Birthday for Zanyu and ate the cake.
Kakei went home.
Then we had a change of games, and played Poker. I teamed up with Priscilla all the way. We managed to win a little in Blackjack, but Poker is, erm, not so good. Layjia and Jody won most of it. Lol.
And then we started playing In Between. LOL. Priscilla and I split up and we became suay like siao. None of our cards can be played lol. I keep getting two cards of the same value (which means there are no possibilities of getting the third card which is in between), or I'll get two consecutive numbers, or two cards where there's only one possibility in between. Priscilla isn't any better though. She got an Ace (the smallest), and a queen (the second biggest), and she betted 20 cents. The third card she got was an Ace, and she had to pay double, 40 cents. Haha. The worst thing is, she got the last Ace out of the deck, the other three Aces were out already. How suay can she get.
Then we decided to team up back again to see if our luck changes. But we literally become the entertainers lar. Really. NONE of our cards could be played. The rest kept laughing, we were trying to guess the second card after seeing the first. Like the first card was an three, and the rest will start guessing if the second is a two, or a three or a four.
Lol. Then Zanyu and Xueling went home.
We played more cards and then Lim Jiahao went home. The rest of us, Jody, Priscilla, Benjamin, Nigel, Layjia and me have no idea what to do. Nigel and Benjamin took turns playing Dota no Layjia's com, while the four of us watched Seed of Chucky on the ground floor. Very lame show. =/ Then Nigel, Layjia, Priscilla and I played Bridge. Jody's brother came to fetch her at 4am. Lol.
The rest of us stayed overnight. Benjamin fell asleep on the couch outside the bedroom. Priscilla, Nigel and I managed to sleep only at 5 or 6 plus when Layjia went to bathe. It is impossible to sleep with her laughing beside you. -.- Layjia fell asleep only at 7 plus.
We all woke up at about 11pm. Left the house at about 11.30pm and went to eat roti prata. Then we headed home.
Came home and realised the saddening truth about the poster. HAIZ.
Never mind.
Choz.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
On November 1st, I received the beloved Jay album together with the poster of the most shuai person on Earth. Well, on the same day, my mother started babysitting my neighbour's baby son. I was so happy that day, because the baby is so ultra cute and Jay is so ultra (X1000) shuai.
But all good things come to an end, don't it. Yesterday at 3pm I put up my Jay poster on the wall beside my cupboard, straightened all possible creases and sat there staring at it for more than 45 minutes, until Priscilla smsed me and asked if I want to go to Layjia's house to celebrate Zanyu's birthday.
I left home at 4pm. I stayed overnight at Layjia's house.
At this point of time, I have to grab my hundred and seventh tissue to wipe my tears. Also, I feel like knocking myself onto the wall for the two hundred and ninety-ninth time, and then kill myself for the four hundred and third time. WHY?!
WHY HASN'T IT CROSSED MY DUMB MIND THAT I SHOULD NOT LEAVE MY JAY POSTER UNATTENDED, HELPLESS AGAINST ALL DANGERS ON EARTH?! HOW CAN I BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE AS TO LEAVE JAY, UNGUARDED, UNPROTECTED, LEAVING HIM TO FEND FOR HIMSELF JUST LIKE THAT?!!!
I think you should be able to guess what happened. Yes, that baby. THAT BABY. If I have three dollars I'll hire Sokmui to kill the baby, serious.
Don't worry, the poster is not in shreds. It's not that bad lar. Just three pieces only mah. THREE PIECES ONLY MAH. BUY ONE GET TWO FREE MAH. NOT THAT BAD ACTUALLY RIGHT.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Of course, my mother tried to offer an explanation. Not that I gave her the chance to anyway. She was busy protecting the baby because I swore I was contemplating how to strangle the baby without being discovered. No, I don't need any explanation. I need the poster. I need some goddamn spell to be cast so that MY JAY POSTER CAN BECOME ONE PIECE AGAIN.
*grabs hundred and eighth tissue*
I officially declare war with anybody who comes forward to tell me:
1) It's just a poster.
2) It was accidental, he's just a baby.
3) Who ask you to paste the poster there?
4) Don't tear also tear le, what can you do?
5) You have other posters also mah. What's the big deal?
HEAR MY REPLY.
1) It's just a poster. It's just a Jay poster. Oh no, it's just THE Jay poster. It's just the Jay poster of November's Chopin. It's just the Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell. It's just the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell. It's just the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen on Earth. Oh my, this sentence is gramatically wrong. The word JUST can't be used. How can you use JUST for the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen of Earth?! You get me now?! It's not JUST a poster. It's the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen of Earth. YOU UNDERSTAND?!
2) It was accidental. I understand that perfectly. But you know, in car accidents, the driver gets charged for ramming into a walking human. I'm not going to sue the baby, don't worry. I won't let him off this easily, duh. I believe accidents do occur sometimes. In this case, Jay is unfortunate enough to been torn into three. And so I'm sad. Case closed. He's just a baby. AGAIN, the word JUST. He's not JUST a baby. He's THE baby who tore the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen on Earth into three. I repeat, he's the baby who tore the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen on Earth into three. GROW UP QUICK!!! I WANT TO FIGHT YOU.
3) Who ask me to paste the poster there. (sinks into self-imposed depression) I'm willing to accept all punishments, including the Sokmui treatment. Give it to me.
4) Don't tear also tear le. What else can I do. I can start adapting myself to breathe in carbon dioxide, because my last bit of oxygen on Earth has been robbed from me. I can start saving 3 dollars so that I can hire Sokmui to kill the baby. I can eat the blue tack up, at least they managed to see Jay for the last time, I DIDN'T.
5) I have other posters too. What's the big deal man. WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?! Must I repeat, that this poster is the ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that I've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen on Earth. Right. What's the big deal man. I don't give a damn. Really.
*grabs hundred and ninth tissue*
The poster is barely two days old.
Sandy: Hey! Look on the bright side! At least you got to see the three pieces before it became six!
...
Sandy: And and! At least the poster is one year old!
...
Man. I just killed Sandy for the 928165937516th time today. Some morons just can't stop giving stupid comments they call consoles. I call those comments "an attempt to test if I can kill half as well as how Sokmui do".
I'M VERY ANGRY.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
"You know, one thing I can't really stand is people screaming. Of course, unless it's at Jay's concert or if you've been robbed of 700 lollipops, then it's logical to scream. But other than that, I don't really see the need to scream."
I forgot to add, that if your ultra (X10000) shuai Jay poster of November's Chopin that you've been waiting for like hell and treasure like it's the last bit of oxygen on Earth gets torn up into three by a baby, it's very logical to scream.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Oh my god! Did you see that?! THAT!! THAT!! Not air particles you moron, that entry was long long ago. I meant that!! The first line of this entry!! NOT THE SENTENCE LARH MORON. The four letter thing that starts with a D. Make a guess! Something... very very very important... especially today. Oops, I just gave you a major clue.YES! MORON! THE DATE!!
You know what it says? It says, Tuesday, November 1, 2005. I repeat, Tuesday, November 1, 2005. Still don't get it? Tuesday, November 1, 2005. Look around this page now. Do you see the marquee on the right? Those are the lyrics to Ye Qu. Ye Qu, sounds familiar huh? Today is November the 1st. You know something? I think Chopin just walked past me.
YES! SHI YI YUE DE XIAO BANG!
I'm so happy I'm surprised I haven't fallen off the chair.
Okay wait. I think I'm going to fall off the chair.
NONO! I can't fall off the chair! What if, what if, I fall off the chair, and then I break my leg, and then I can't walk, and then I can't leave my home, and then I can't go the Music Junction in Woodlands to collect my preordered album, and then I become so sad I contact depression, and then I can't see a doctor because I broke my leg, and then I die because I did not take any medication or seek counselling. The worst thing is not that I die, the worst thing is
I DIE WITHOUT GETTING SHI YI YUE DE XIAO BANG!!!
And then I am condemned to hell because it's a sin not to buy Jay's album, and then I suffer in hell forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Thus! I must NOT fall off the chair! :)
But what if, what if, I leave home, and then I was so happy I started hopping across the road, and then I stepped on a banana skin and I fell down, and then a UFO landed right on me, and the alien took me to Mars, and banned me from listening to Jay's songs, and I told the alien I HAVE to collect my Shi Yi Yue De Xiao Bang, and then a kind-hearted alien overheard and went to collect it for me, but then the ill-hearted alien found out and broke the album into two right in front of me. I cry and cry and cry and cry till I drown the aliens, and then I got charged in alien court for murder, and then I am sentenced to sokmui treatment (some cruel treatment to torture innocent souls like me, boohoo.)
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Okay fine. I'm sorry. I'm just abit too high. Okay, very high. Fine, very very very ultra high.
Anyway, I'm here to blog about my dreams. I'm having so many crazy ones these days.
The night before Chinese O's:
1. The scene was in Pasir Ris Park, but the place was covered in snow. -.- And somehow, there was a cliff there, and somehow, I was hanging by the cliff. -.- And so I shouted for help, but no one gave a damn. I remembered seeing Sumaiyah, and one other person (can't remember who) walking past me and pretended not to hear me. :( And then for some reason, I kept shouting for Joan, and Joan was sitting on top of the cliff on a picnic mat eating an apple. And she ignored me. In the end, Sort Cheng helped me up. (Don't ask me about the choice of characters, I have no choice!!!!) Lol.
And then when I came up, I was very angry with Joan. Lol. I walked up to her and scolded her for a long time. So I walked away. Joan was trying to catch up with me to say sorry. Lol. And then I threw an apple on her. (I have no idea where the apple came from...) And the dream ended. LOL.
2. The place was at OBS in Pulau Ubin. -.- Lol. And then the dream started when I was walking with Jiaming from the food rations area to the store. And then somehow, there was a mini cottage in the middle of the parade square. And I told Jiaming our tents aren't packed yet. So Jiaming told me to find Bryan. -.- And then somehow I walked into the mini cottage, and I saw Jiahao playing mahjong with three other people. But I couldn't find Bryan. So I asked Jiahao where Bryan is. And then Jiahao pointed to a small area behind him, so I walked in and I found Bryan sitting beside a table doing colouring. -.-
And then I left the place and I saw Joan. (Yes, Joan again.) So I told Joan our tents aren't packed yet. Then Joan told me we're leaving today, so just leave the tents there. Then I told Joan we can't be so irresponsible, and asked her to go unpack the tents with me. But Joan refused. And then she walked away. Somehow, I walked with her and we landed at the place just outside the souvenirs store, the area where we waited for our turns to board the boats. And there, I quarrelled with Joan. And then I left her and I went to pack the tents alone.
Somehow, I walked into my parents' room in my previous house. -.- And strangely enough, there was a tent there. So I was packing the tent, in a sheltered room, complete with air-con and bright lights. -.- How dumb is that. Lol. And the dream ended. -.-
Last night:
I was sitting under a shelter in a park or something. And for some reasons, I was crying. -.- Then Haobo walked past me and asked me what's wrong. No, I missed out something. Haobo, in my dream, was bald. -.- So a bald Haobo walked past me and asked me what's wrong. But I ignored him and I continued crying. -.-
Then Joan (YES, JOAN AGAIN.) came to sit beside me and gave me an umbrella. So I took the umbrella and we started playing snake and ladders. (I know my dreams are crap...) I won, then I returned the umbrella to her and she disappeared. -.-
And then Jiahao, in his uniform and his Converse sling bag, appeared out of nowhere. For some reasons, he was crying too. -.- And then I walked away to buy a waffle. -.- I walked into the corridor of the shops opposite our school. But the auntie selling waffles said waffles are sold out. So I went to the bubble tea shop and bought a prawn burger. Yes, prawn burger. -.- Then I walked back to the shelter and gave the prawn burger to Jiahao. Then somehow, Weisiang appeared, and asked me for a prawn burger. So Jiahao gave his prawn burger to Weisiang. -.- And then I played hopscotch with Weisiang.
I fell down and I woke up. -.-
Lol. What crap. Hahahahahaha.
Bye! Must buy Jay's album! Otherwise I don't friend you! Lol.