The Unfathomable Lamer

Dear Uncles and Aunties

2007-11-15T16:19:00.001+08:00

ORREADY

New Blogskin! Like after many many millenia.

2007-05-29T19:40:00.000+08:00

I know.

It's been a long time.

But I really don't have the strength to blog so much anymore.

My life's become a bit of a bore... and very much a chore.

I really wish someone will put me in a time machine and whisk me away to another time or era where I don't have to deal with this life... but reality beckons.

As for the inspiration for this blogskin... well it's more of the picture that strikes me.

I came home just around sundown, and the sun just went down right behind the clouds. I was attracted by the rays of sunlight and felt that it was too good a picture to miss. So I snapped.

By the way, I got Linkin Park's new album, Minutes to Midnight.

And honestly speaking, it's kinda disappointing if you've been a fan, but if you haven't, then Linkin Park might well be just another band. It takes much listening to get used to.

And now, I officially classify Linkin Park as "Easy Listening" instead of "Nu-Metal/Rapcore".

The Phantom of the Opera

2007-04-21T15:46:00.000+08:00

That's one lifetime wish Phulphilled!

The Phantom of the Opera was Phantastic!!

If I could I'd watch it again.

My Phavourite part was... oh well, ePherything!

*Phaints Phrom Phantomness*

Something Special.

2007-03-20T21:19:00.000+08:00

YIPPEE!! First time I actually hit 100 posts in any online journal.

Oh well. March holidays was a good week. Save for the constant lecture from my parents and brothers to study for O Levels.

First of all, THE SLEEPOVER.

It was my first (with friends) and my best.

Before the sleepover even started it was already a blast.

We found a rabbit! Someone abandoned it. We decided to take it home and give it shelter and food and hopefully a nice home, since it's so heartless of its previous owner to dump it there. (We know, because the field it was at was next to a carpark and there was only one cardboard box on the entire field. How convenient, put the poor thing in a box, drive up to the lot, put the box there and scram.)

But it wasn't easy.

It took us 30 to 45 minutes and help from a kind uncle to put the rabbit back in the box to bring it home.

And she's SO DAMN CUTE.

We christened her Foamy... for possessing the punky defiant attitude of her namesake in Foamy and Friends. She's so spoiled, she wouldn't eat the stalks of the vegetables, and only wants Clarice to feed her! Spoiled brat!

And she has this pretty tuft of hair between her ears, like a mohawk!

White with black patches. SO CUTE.

And my iPod's fixed. Yay.

So yep, it was a good holiday, my only regret is that...

IT'S TOO SHORT!!!! T_T

On The Menu...

2007-03-12T20:22:00.000+08:00

Zero Sugar, Lots and Lots of Spice, Top it off with a Cappuccino that Makes Everything Nice.

Breakfast - Erm... can't remember.

Brunch - GRANDE SOY CAPPUCCINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The baristas recognise me.

Lunch - Arrabiata at Pastamania. Chilli padi pasta, with chilli flakes, pepper and Tabasco for kicks.

Second Lunch - Kimchi ramen. Sour and spicy!

Dinner - Drizzled my entire bowl of rice with chilli padi soy sauce, and dipped almost every single damn thing into the heavenly concoction.

Aww yeah. All this spicy stuff's giving me the kicks! YEAH!

What's next, wasabi peas and Thai tom yam? Bring it on, man.

iPod Woes A.K.A More Brat Alerts

2007-03-07T23:23:00.000+08:00

Shit, I'm really turning into a brat!

Okay, if you don't like brats, close the browser and focus somewhere else.

If you're a nosey parker who likes to poke your nose into everything, here goes.

Today is my all-gadgets-and-computers-screw-up-day.

Every gadget I touch seems to die immediately, unless they are brand new.

My iPod, for example.

I sent it for battery replacement on sunday, and today it's finally done. The guy warned me to charge for ten hours before first use.

Being stupid, impatient and stupid (I know I said "stupid" twice), I decided to use it anyway... and the thing became damn screwed up. It skipped tracks like crazy, like a speedometer gone out of control.

So I heeded my friend's advice and tried to reset my iPod. Turns out her method was the iPod Nano procedure, and it screwed up my 4th generation iPod.

And there's no way I can ressurrect it for sure, except send it for repairs. And waste more money.

Or charge it to the fullest, connect it to iTunes and restore it.

Which may backfire because now iTunes can't even read the damn thing.

"Damn bang balls, sial."

On a happier note, I realised that my new Audiostation is not restricted to iPods only. With the audio out cable, I can use it for my discman too! It's just a little hard on the discman's battery, but my discman's battery is so much easier to replace!

Not like the old, screwed up iPod. $89 and three fucking days and it's still fucked up anyway.

So now, I don't know if it would've been better if my dad heeded my advice and just buy a new iPod, instead of having to go through another (possibly) hundred over bucks to fix this old bitch of an iPod.

And my computer. Oh god. It lags really badly. It took me really long to be able to make a post and sign in to talk to people. Never mind that I have to go through the painful process of waiting for this other old bitch to start up just so I can finish the script and make neccessary changes to the script and this blog.

Sigh. And my parents. I don't know if we can even be like the way it was last time. I feel so stressed but they're helping so much by pushing me even more. And I'm the kind to just give up when put under more stress than neccessary. It's bad enough that even my friends tell me, "You're not stupid, you're just not hardworking", it's bad enough that my own younger cousins are telling me to "go JC because it's safer", it's bad enough to have to do so much work just to earn my right to sit for the O Levels. I don't know why they just have to put so much pressure on me. Even my brothers put pressure on me. Sometimes I feel like crying when I see all the homework I decided to owe but it's really too difficult for me to face them, it's so much easier to just let everything pile up and let the people around me explode at my face. And perhaps stun them when they realise I could come out of the exam hall alive and with my skin intact. Sometimes it's so fun to run away and see all the demerit points accumulate, you really want to push the limits and see if not doing homework can eventually lead to your expulsion.

Actually I've already busted this myth last year. I didn't hand in Higher Chinese, Amaths, Emaths, Biology, Chemistry, History and Social Studies homework for about seven months last year... and I'm still wearing the green skirt, ain't I? Maybe I'm just lucky. Maybe teachers will now think I'm bound for failure so they'll give up and move to a new target. And then I'll be free of all the stress and free to work in peace, not work to appease the teachers and the people around me who expect decency from me. I thought my parents were observant enough to realise that I never rise to expectations. But it seems like that's what they want, a perfect six-pointer heading off for some elitist academy, with a future all planned out to become Singapore's most succesful CEO or whatever.

And I'm going to turn out just exactly the opposite.

PSLE, they thought I could make it to Nanyang Girls' High. See what I gave them?

Dance, they thought I could stay trim and fit this way. I decided to quit dance and grew fat instead.

And now drama. Maybe I could be the next Fann Wong. Seems like they were damn disappointed when they realised I decided to head off in the direction of film, sound and video instead. To them, it's "Why give up a pathway to possible stardom for some shit work like carrying others' equipment and buying coffee for the directors?"

But I've had enough of the stereotypical nature of drama. I've had enough of having to maintain an appearance. I've had enough of my own acting skills, which I now think are very mechanical and robotic, and I just want to reassure myself that I'm more than that. I want to reassure myself that I am capable of expression, not just through my face and actions but also through different media and different forms of art. Actually I don't even know if I want to take part in SYF this year, or be involved in my CCA at all. But I have to. It's too late to back out. I have to take the bull by its horns.

OH GOD I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!

Rant over. People who feel like flaming me for brattiness, go ahead, my tagboard is free.

About Fighting for Five Times Ten Dollars and Temperaments.

2007-02-16T21:57:00.000+08:00

This is so sickening.

It's rare for me to actually complain about my parents, but sometimes they can really get on my nerves.

*BRAT ALERT: People who can't stand angst, fuck off.*

Yesterday I had an argument with my mum.

Over MONEY.

$50 to be exact. And it's not like I was the one who wanted to pick a fight.

I mean, does she expect me to survive on $10?!! Mind you I have no NETS or ATM cards or Cashcard, all I always have when you ask me out is ten bucks or less and an EZ-link card.

So I debated that sometimes I do see things that I really wanna buy, and I've seen it three times and each time I'd get the same strong desire.

And she goes on to preach about how I should manage my finances and instead of getting soy capuccino I should just settle for an 80-cent kopi-o. And quotes an example on my brother who has to watch a movie every saturday night and has to get a large popcorn and coke from the cinema, and something else which he probably wouldn't finish even with the help of his girlfriend. And that I didn't need to depend on all these materialistic enjoyment because they are superficial and, quoting from Clarice, the "not-having-it-doesn't-make-you-naked" theory.

And with each sentence her voice just gets louder and louder. I know it ain't gonna work. At that instant I just knew. Anything that raises my parents' volume means it's not gonna work.

So I beat a hasty retreat and said, "Oh, never mind" and made my way to my room.

"Come back here!! We'll settle things once and for all. COME BACK! Just what exactly do you want?! What's the thesis of your argument?! What's your point? What do you want to tell me?!"

"NOTHING!!"

"No you have something to tell me. You do. You have something on your mind and you had better come clean now."

"Can we not talk about this now? It's pointless negotiating when you're angry."

"I AM NOT ANGRY!!!!!!! Tell me what's the main point."

And I tell her how I've had enough of having to put all my wishlists on hold, how I always see what I want hundreds of times, for as long as it's there and I try to ignore it, thinking that I will forget it when months or even years later it still haunts me, I still want it and I can't make it go away because it's such a strong desire, yet each time I see it I can't buy it and when I have money it's out of stock. I'm so frustrated of going out with ten bucks, I'm really no longer a kid where I can choose cheaper options and live with the cheap, kid-sized version of every damn thing. I'm sixteen. I've had enough of putting all my impulses on hold only to realise they won't go away even after a year or two.

"You've been bearing with it for sixteen years, I'VE BEEN BEARING WITH IT FOR 36 YEARS OKAY?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE MUST SCRIMP AND SAVE FOR YOU THREE AND YOUR FUTURES? DO YOU KNOW THAT FROM THE YEAR WE GOT MARRIED TILL THE TIME YOU WERE FIVE, FROM 1981 TILL 1996, WE'VE NEVER EVER BEEN FURTHUR THAN KL?! DO YOU KNOW FOR HOW MANY YEARS WE NEVER HAD MOVIES OR POPCORN OR ANY FORM OF ENTERTAINTMENT SO WE COULD HAVE THE MONEY TO BRING YOU GUYS UP?! ONLY TO REALISE THAT WE'RE LIKE COWS, WORKING DAY AND NIGHT JUST TO GIVE YOU MONEY TO WATCH MOVIES, DRINK COFFEE AND ENTERTAIN YOURSELVES!!"... all this, and everything else mentioned in the first round of argument.

That was really the last straw. I dumped my yoghurt cup and went upstairs to feel hateful and guilty and horrible and terrible and sad and lonely and pessimistic and self-destuctive all at the same time. I shut myself in my room and cried to make myself feel more human than the mechanic, made-up cheerful girl I've always been in front of people.

And no sooner have I felt human I hear the call of mechanism in the form of a loud abrupt knocking on the door and a somewhat angry but slightly more cheerful voice saying, "Open the door. Stop it. I know your pattern, okay."

And I tell her, trying not to sound like I had been emotional, "Just go do your other stuff. I don't like to talk when you're so agitated."

"I like to see you cry, cannot ah?"

Riiiiiiggghhtt. I'm cornered again.

Suddenly she's smiling again and handing me $50.

So I went through all this emotional trauma and dramatic tension (literally) to get $50. Only I have to report everything I buy. EVERYTHING, right down to the last cent.

So now I'm really confused. Is this freedom? Of course it is since I still do have freedom of thought and freedom of speech (and that's with freedom of violent objections and reactions). But do I have to go through all this trauma just to get what I want? Do I have to act like a spoilt brat just to fulfil my desires? Maybe it's somehow good that they do usually give in in the end but now the emotional roller-coaster ride is putting me off asking them for anything. Even questions that begin with "What do you think of......" must end in an argument and makes me not want to talk to them anymore since I don't like talking to people who are emotionally challenged. And requests often end in tears and more household laws. They're not even outrageous requests. Just $50 to buy a band tee, a guitar strap, a pair of arm warmers and a nice hot grande-sized soy capuccino from Starbucks.

Okaaaaaaaayyy I really sound like a big fat spoilt brat.

But what can I do? I get the feeling that I'm living in some Stalinist state.

Extreme Makeover and Catharses

2007-02-11T00:28:00.000+08:00

This blogskin has been given an extreme makeover.

Still the same but the format is kinda different.

And the official font is different too.

Oh well.

The past week was like a test of my patience, switching between different alter-egos to make sure everything's okay.

Exchange programmes wear me out so much.

Felt like I was going to explode.

Too much to do in too little time.

I want more Unfathomable Time. I need more Unfathomable Time.

And soy cappuccino. A nice hot takeaway cup of soy cappuccino from Starbucks.

Believe me, coffee with soy milk is really, really delicious. Much richer than cow's milk. Serious.

And I take coffee without sugar. Serious.

I LOVE A NICE STEAMING HOT STARBUCKS GRANDE-SIZED SOY CAPPUCCINO, NO SUGAR ADDED AND SERVED TAKEAWAY-STYLE.

ADDICTION!!! @_@

New Blogskin once again! And something GREAT.

2007-02-04T04:24:00.000+08:00

Firstly,

NEW BLOGSKIN!

2nd Linkin Park-based blogskin!

And 1st for Salvador Dali!

These people are geniuses, man. I don't know, but after watching one Joe Hahn-directed music video too many I seem to liken them to Salvador Dali... I guess it's the surrealist feeling?

Oh well. And first time I used custom fonts too!

Secondly,

I GOT AN ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's a hand-me-down from my brother.

As usual.

But it's the biggest hand-me-down ever, and the most expensive too.

And ironically in the best condition. He's never really touched it and all it has ever accomplished is collecting dust.

Aww.

See, people, you must fight for your rights!!

I fought.

And I won the case.

Oh well.

Feeling very inspired, really!

I just wish somebody would teach me how to play.
Oh but actually I don't mind bass too. Since nobody really notices bassists.
I wanna learn deejaying too. Looks fun.
At this rate I don't think I'll have enough money for anything else at all.
Spoilt brat.

An Announcement!

2007-01-28T19:52:00.000+08:00

From now on, this blog will be for muses and thoughts.

This means this is like a journal or a diary.

And my LJ will be for creative purposes and fangirlisms: unfthmblelmr.livejournal.com . That incidentally means that if you seriously don't like Joe or think I have no creativity whatsoever, don't go there.

"Yup, that's the end of today's announcements, thank you."

Some Food for Thought.

2007-01-28T19:20:00.000+08:00

I'm freaked today.

I went to the wet market with my parents and my gran.

And I saw the frog seller skinning a frog alive and breathing, cut it down the middle and strip it of its innards.

And he picked up the second one which was struggling like mad, and he gave its head one violent whack against the cage and proceeded to skin it.

And suddenly the wet market becomes an animal graveyard.

I guess we don't feel guilty eating them because we're not the ones doing the nasty job of literally killing them, but we're still the cause of their death 'cause we're the ones after their meat. Seeing the whole process happening before you can really hit you.

And then today at speech and drama class we were shown this picture of a group of prisoners who have been sentenced to death lining up.

I wondered if the frogs in those cages felt like the prisoners waiting for their death as they saw their friend being so brutally killed.

I'm feeling really confused 'cause there's a lot of food that I really love, and they're animal products like sashimi and kuey chap and sirloin steak... but then I think of the pain the animals and the slaughterers go through. (I don't suppose they actually enjoy being the animals' Grim Reaper) And I can't imagine going without milk and dairy. My favourite biscuits and chocolate and ice-cream have milk. And eggs. I don't like fried egg. But I can't avoid those stuff with traces of egg in them.

So what should I do?

Fight the temptations, or fight the memory?

Blogger Seriously Has a Problem. And Other Mythbuster Muses.

2007-01-26T23:52:00.000+08:00

Do you know I've been sitting by the computer for TWO WHOLE HOURS just to get here?

It took me so long to get to blogger.com/start,

It took me so long to log in properly,

It took me so long to get to dashboard,

It took me so long to go to template,

It took me so long to save settings,

It took me so long to go to Create Post,

AND NOW IT'S BEEN TWO MOTHERFUCKING FATHERSODOMISING GODDAMN BUDDHASLAM HOURS!

And I've only just begun.

Thursday. ELDDS.

First time we had ELDDS meeting with the new members. Talented bunch, I must say, though still a tad quiet, which left me wondering if we were ever that quiet.

Well, maybe we were. But EL now feels so different. Maybe it really has grown.

And Mythbusters. Oh I love seeing Adam try out gizmos and end up puking. They were trying to simulate this whirlpool-vortex kinda thing, and Adam volunteered (I guess he figured Jamie prefers to watch him being tortured) to impersonate the poor scuba-diving sod who unfortunately tried but failed to chase after his goggles which got sucked deep into a wild volcano of a vortex. After one spin too many, Adam asks to stop... and BLEARGH! OUT COMES THE PIZZA FROM THE ALIMENTARY CANAL! Go figure.

Other stuff we love about Mythbusters: Adam impersonating Jamie, "Whirlpool after whirlpool after whirlpool!", Adam sicking up pepperoni supremes after "whirlpool after whirlpool after whirlpool", Adam running around the workshop with his butt exposed, Adam's expression when forced to take body temperature through the rectum, Adam painted in gold, Adam with the earmuffs on his head and Adam hoping that his teeth ain't yuckier than Jamie's.

More stuff still that we love about Mythbusters: Jamie's moustache, Jamie's beret, Jamie's droning voice saying "whirlpool after whirlpool after whirlpool", Jamie firing some big fat machine gun, Jamie firing a musket, Jamie firing a handgun, Jamie firing a BB gun, Jamie firing a penny shooter, Jamie firing a penny shooter at Adam, Jamie torturing Adam, Jamie laughing at an Adam in pain, Jamie desperately trying to have the whitest teeth on the Mythbusters team and subsequently suffers hours of Mythbusters re-runs on TV at the dentist's... not before winning the Mythbuster Guys White Teeth Challenge with a *DING* smile! But Grant still has the best teeth.

Other than that: WE LOVE MYTHBUSTERS WHEN THEY BLOW UP STUFF!!!!

I take one of Jamie's best, best, best, best, BEST quotes:

"JAMIE WANTS BIG BOOM."

Alright, Jamie.

BOOM!!!

Ya happy?

One of those life-changing days and some How-Now-Ms-Ow-time.

2007-01-19T21:33:00.000+08:00

Let me start with the How Now Ms Ow time.

There was a free period after Literature today. So Ms Ow decided to sit down and talk to us about disciplinary stuff before she goes on to "terrorise more students". At first she was all prim and proper, "Girls, just pin up your hair" and blah blah blah...

Then it kinda digressed and she said something like, "I'm above 18 years old, it's hard to believe me but yes, i'm above 18, and I can drink, smoke and drive. And I'm above 21, and that's even better, I can have sex and watch R21 movies."

Okay. Unbelievable. But it's really funny to see this side of Ms Ow. We would've been less wary of her and paranoid around her if she could be like this more often. I wouldn't have to jump in fright and suddenly feel my fringe grow whenever I hear her voice round the corner. I wish I could feel less like I was trying to smuggle drugs whenever she demands a spot check on hair. I don't want to feel like a drug addict going through rehabilitation when she does the "you're too noisy, stand up and sit down again" routine when the noise level was only 50% of last year's average.

It's the second time I'm musing about Ms Ow.

No, Ms Ow, I don't crush on teachers unless they're from Linkin Park.

Oh well. The life-changing part.

Went to Ngee Ann Poly's open house today.

I used to think Polys are all info-techy-sciencey-mass-commie. The I went on a tour with Min Ling and Clarice to the School of Film and Media Studies.

If I'm not going to do Musical Theatre in La Salle, I'll probably do Film, Sound and Video in Ngee Ann.

I don't know. I just decided that maybe I'd have enough of being in on the centrestage, I'd probably want to take it behind the scenes. Or be the invisible puppet master that controls the puppets you see in the facade of Drama.

Plus I love all the gizmos. The ultimate puppeteer's workshop with knobs and dials I can play with and get into serious trouble with some of them. Or become inspired by accident!

What am I talking about, inspirations are almost always accidents.

I guess the rough outline of my tertiary education would be something like this:

- EITHER Musical Theatre in La Salle OR Film, Sound and Video in Ngee Ann;

- Followed by a degree in Theatre Studies OR related fields in a university outside Singapore.

- Probably migrate. I can't really stay here unless homesickness gets the better of me.

- Society, HERE I COME. Well, maybe not the society... I don't really know.

My blueprint for future. Nice.

And kids, you get to do that once you hit 16 and everything becomes clearer, somehow.

OH AND BY THE WAY!!! How could I?!

2007-01-18T20:57:00.000+08:00

HAPPY

BIRTHDAY

JIAYU!!!!

My brother! 22 years old already. Must grow up lah.

The past year had been wild for you.

It has been hard on you.

I don't care if you see this or not (I don't think you even know my blog URL), or if I ever can tell you this, but you'll always be the Leader of the Band!

Whoopee.

Didn't come as a surprise

2007-01-18T20:46:00.000+08:00

Well, Ms Tan (my Bio teacher) spoke to me today for 1) sleeping too often in Biology class (as usual... there goes New Year Resolution No. 3!!) and 2) My Biology grades are too horrible and terrible that dropping it this year would be a godsend.

Ironically, that was what I thought of the minute I realised I got an F9 for the finals last year... even my parents thought that dropping it would perhaps make things better.

I don't like science anyway. Having one less science subject to deal with would do my other science and more importantly my humanities a lot of good.

First Linkin Park, now Fort Minor.

2007-01-17T23:00:00.000+08:00

You didn't hear me wrong.

I GOT FORT MINOR!!!

YAY!!!

Sounds childish, but it's my first ever "Parental Advisory" CD.

And my mother was there to buy it for me.

I'm going nuts. First Meteora. Then Hybrid Theory. Now The Rising Tied.

Mike is one motor mouth, man.

It's pretty fast but I can make out what he's saying most of the time. It's useless being fast if all you rap sounds slurred.

I picked this song because... erm. Because... er... because...

I can't really find a reason. I just like it. Too. Much.

And it's haunting. Holly Brook and Jonah Matranga's voices will haunt you in your sleep tonight.

This took me a really short time because it was so simple to make. It was really going back to the basics.

I've seen a photo of this painting called Albert's Son by Andrew Wyeth in my encyclopedia, and loved it ever since I was nine when I first came across it under the article "Painting". It's just so lonely and forlorn, the junior probably waiting for his dad and wondering when will he ever come back (I guess). Just like "Where'd You Go". He's probably singing that in his mind now.

I did some simple Photoshopping, fairly easy, nothing much, manipulated the channel mixer a little and added a slight touch with brushes and voila!

Talk about The Rising Tied. It's the best hip-hop/rap I've ever heard. It's not the kind of sexy-women-hard-sex-strip-me-fuck-me kinda rap, it's all about life, emotions, loneliness, misunderstanding, self-pride, even history.

First song I'll want people to listen is Where'd You Go. You're listening to it right now. Why? It's really well-written and it captures all the emotions raging inside a neglected woman left alone at home with a bunch of kids while her husband goes off to establish his career, not giving a damn about his wife and kids and all... at least, I interpret it this way. It's so touching, I can cry listening to it if I happen to think of my mother singing it when I go home at seven. Sitting alone on the sofa, wondering if I'm even coming home at all... waiting desperately for a phone call, a doorbell ringing... wishing I could teleport back home and straight into her arms... how I want to tell her I love her so much I don't ever want to leave her, just want to stay by her side forever until we both grow old and die...

Aww, fuck, I almost made myself cry typing all this.

Next song I'll make you listen is Petrified. Good thumping beats coupled with an I-don't-bloody-care-for-all-the-posers-in-the-world attitude. "Show me, homie"!

And then there's Kenji, a song Mike wrote about his grandfather's trials and hardships during World War II. Touching story. Includes excerpts of his father and grandmother talking. She sounds like a dear old lady.

Fuck the useless sex-and-women rappers who sound more like rapists. We got M.Shinoda.

16 Years Ago...

2007-01-14T23:50:00.000+08:00

I'm ALIVE!

16 years ago I was alive for 9 minutes.

Historical moment! The world just got lamer with my existence!

Yippee.

Stupid Blogger

2007-01-10T20:29:00.000+08:00

The title says it all.

Why?

I've been trying to make a post since three days ago.

And everything was working alright until I tried to access the Create Post page.

Damn. One hour later and it's still not loading.

It was like this for two days straight.

Thankfully it worked today.

Okay, so now I shall try to remember exactly what I wanted to blog about.

Oh! I remember! I got Hybrid Theory on Sunday!

A bit of an impulse buy because I was hoping to scout for enhanced CD version.

But anyway Hybrid Theory isn't as nice. For a start it was a very primitive Linkin Park, not quite as sophisticated as Meteora. And they had no bassist that time (Phoenix left when they were called Xero and joined back after Hybrid Theory was released. Couldn't have chosen a better time, huh?)... so the bass part was all "char-par-lang" and didn't have the "Phoenix touch". The two songs that win hands-down would be In The End (obviously!) and Papercut. If you notice they're very similar to the songs in Meteora. A Place For My Head has nice lyrics. The rest are just too angsty... okay almost all their songs are angsty but the rest just don't sound as good. Oh, and Cure For The Itch is funny. "Folks, we'd like to introduce to you.... MISTURRRR HHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN...". Apparently I heard somewhere that that was Joe Hahn speaking... but the beginning part sounds like Chester and the "MISTURRRR HHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNN...." part is too badly disfigured for me to hear if it was Joe or anybody else. But it's Hahn-ism at its best. Oh yeah.

For music videos, Papercut's MV is one of the best from Linkin Park. It's got a lot of significance. And Breaking The Habit from Meteora is the BEST of the BEST. Entirely Japanese Animation. They got animators from Kill Bill. (actually I've never seen the anime, but let's just say it's way better than getting the people who did Tsubasa and Cardcaptor Sakura to do it! I don't mind the XxXHolic-style too.) I tell you it's seriously good. Seriously. Seriously.

And if you intend to watch any MVs from Linkin Park, insist that it's directed by Joe Hahn. Out of all the MVs they ever had, Joe's are always the best. The fantasy types with all the monsters and the Utopia feeling and the somewhat morbid and out-of-this-world ones. Not Faint. Dumb video of a concert and Chester screaming his shit off at jumping fans. Spoiled the song totally. Don't watch Numb too. It's typical teenage angst-style video with a school outcast involved and she gets emo by slashing the canvas and spewing paint all over it.

Enough about Linkin Park. Talk about school.

We had CCA Orientation.

It was... okay I guess. Except the Sec 1s were exceptionally rude while we were performing. Shouting things like "ACT LAH! ACT LAH!" at us. In the first place, little dears, have you guys any idea how much time we had to do this? Three days. Two and a half to be exact. Everything from scratch - that means music, actions, cues, costumes, make-up, props and manpower. All in two and a half days. I find myself and the rest sacrificing so much time in those few days just to stay back, rehearse and get all the parts nailed down. We were determined to put up a show and in the end we lost your support. So are you saying that we shouldn't bother and just wait for fresh arrivals to drop from the sky? Complete ingrates and ignoramuses.

The first lesson I ever fell asleep in... Ms Ow's literature class! Oh gosh. And she decided the best way to wake us (me and Careen) up was to shout "A DRUM!" into our ears, before walking away nonchalantly saying the remainder of the lines, "... a drum! Macbeth doth come." I can feel my eardrums disintegrating.

Anyway we hear enough of her shouting everyday. I really hope she isn't taking her DM job too seriously, all of us really get paranoid everytime we're within the school grounds. It's almost like our mobile phones are about to ring even if we know it's switched off and in our school bags. It's as if everytime you step into school your fringe suddenly grows three inches too long, your nails get varnished by themselves, extra piercings start popping all over your face and your skirt and socks become nonexistent. I find myself getting really, really, really uptight even though I don't show it. If I saw Ms Ow on the first floor I'd run four storeys up just to bypass her field of vision, especially when she is scolding people. I loved Ms Ow, but now that she's DM she's getting really... I don't know, I guess it really is the stress to improve the school's discipline that's turning her into a nightmare.

"IT'S LIKE I'M/PARANOID LOOKING OVER MY BACK/IT'S LIKE A/WHIRLWIND INSIDE OF MY HEAD/IT'S LIKE I/CAN'T STOP WHAT I'M HEARING WITHIN/IT'S LIKE THE FACE INSIDE IS RIGHT/BENEATH MY SKIN" - Papercut

About 4E4 07 and L.P.Fangirlisms

2007-01-04T22:13:00.000+08:00

Well, gonna introduce the men and women who's behind our O Level story...

4E4 2007
Form Teachers: Ms Yvonne Leow and Mr Keith Wong

English: Mrs Raj (I think)
Higher Chinese: Mdm Chua
A Math: Ms Leow
E Math: Mrs See
History: Mr Hazry
Social Studies: Mrs Wong
Literature: Ms Ow!! Serene Ow!!
Biology: Ms Tan!! Tan Seow Lan!!
Chemistry: Ms Yam!! Agnes Yam!! and Mrs Lim!! Elizabeth Lim!!!

This just made my year. A bunch of thumpin' good teachers gearing us up for O Levels. Especially the subject I'm most interested in and for my weakest subject. And chemistry is HEAVEN, man. No more (directed at Min Ling!!) "L-lookalikes"!

(Actually I gotta be really careful. There's a chance Ms Ow might come across this, but if you do, Ms Ow... err, enjoy reading? Not that you would.)

Can I go back to fangirlisms?

Yes?

GOOD!

I HAVE THREE MIKES AND THREE JOES IN CLASS NOW!

No, Clement, Ian, Jonathan, Kah Wai, Justin and Zhuo En didn't call themselves Joe and Mike.

I placed their pictures on the wall!!

Two on the Wall of Mrs Depp, Mrs River, Mrs ??? (Phantom for now) and Mrs Hahn, and four on the wall beside me.

Of course the four on the wall are the cute ones.

I lean forward and I have Mike looking at me.

I lean back and I have Joe looking at me.

I'll be swooning in class everyday now.

Random thought: Joe Hahn is at his cuteness' maximum if he's got his specs on.

WARNING: FANGIRLISMS

2007-01-03T23:22:00.000+08:00

Isn't Mike just so adorable when he was a kid like all of us.

I actually wish I could pinch his cheeks.

So sad he's married.

At least I got Mr Hahn:

This picture just made me choose him as my first laogong now.

Laogong 1: JOE HAHN!!
Laogong 2: Mike Shinoda
Laogong 3: Brad Delson
Deputy Laogongs: Rob Bourdon, Phoenix, Chester Bennington, Adrien Brody and Severus Snape (Yes, Snivelly, Slimey Snape. He deserves the title since he's been my faithful MSN display pic for the past year.)

(People who read my blog makes mental note: The... Unfathomable... Lamer... has... weird... no, VERY, VERY WEIRD tastes... odd definition of hot...)

Bet you people's never seen the bimbotic side of me. NOW YOU HAVE.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

2007-01-01T23:30:00.000+08:00

First ever post in 2007!

Aww geez, I'm sixteen.

People have Sweet Sixteen, but I guess I'm gonna have a SOUR SIXTEEN.

And to the lianbos, every age including sixteen is so "sWiTS". Iin mii SwiTs sIixteenxx wORxsxsZx!

Euw. (note how smartly I incorporate "eu" into "ew".)

Welup, let's start with some New Year Resolutions, as cheesy as it may be.

1. Raise a ten-generation legacy in The Sims 2.
Because the furthest I ever got to was third generation.

2. Survive Leow Sze Sze and give her a hell.
If she's gonna be our form teacher, she had better make sure she's making the right choice.

3. Try to stay awake in ten Biology classes.
I seem to be falling asleep at every lesson in 2006...

4. Fight for my laptop/computer rights.
That is if the computer does not get formatted within the first three months.

5. Get every single Linkin Park/Fort Minor CD.
I already have Meteora. That leaves me with Hybrid Theory, Reanimation, Collision Course and The Rising Tied.

6. Survive O Levels.
With *rolls eyes at cliched overused phrase* flying colours...

7. Get Gold at this year's SYF.
This has got to be ELDDS's Resolution of the Year. PROVE IT TO THE SCHOOL!

8. Win Literary Evening this year.
C'mon! We're a Lit class!!

9. Get my ears pierced.
Or my earrings will go to waste!

10. Just live.
This is kinda sensitive.

About 2006? It's been one hell of a year. Turbulent. Violent. Extreme sadness. Extreme happiness. Extreme stress. Extreme enjoyment. Extreme achievements. Extreme failures. In other words, 2006 was an Extreme year for me.

The Oddest Blogskin I've Ever Made

2006-12-31T01:24:00.000+08:00

This blogskin's kinda dark.

AND IT'S DAMN TIME-CONSUMING.

I took FIVE FUCKING HOURS to make the background ONLY.

And resizing took ONE HOUR.

Typing the codes took another hour.

And in the end, it's not perfect at all.

Perfectionist? Oh yeah.

I took at least twenty different screenshots in The Sims 2 just to get this fucking view.

Which incidentally still isn't good, but the best of the crop compared to the rejects.

All that photoshopping only led to nowhere; in the end I still used an unPhotoshopped screenshot, resized to fit the background.

I Photoshopped at least six different copies.

Damn. My angstiest blogskin.

All that time and effort for this trash.

And I could've started on my holiday homework.

Oh well, I still like it anyway. My first Linkin Park-inspired skin.

It all started when I was throwing out old stuff from my bedroom. I chanced upon a magazine I had bought three years ago simply because Linkin Park was on the cover.

My first ever fandom. It came even before Harry Potter and Adrien Brody!

And the first time I decided to try something really new then. I was never a music person - I knew who Britney Spears was but I didn't know what her songs or her voice sounded like, and bands and songs came and go too quickly for me to notice.

Can you believe it? I moved from Mozart to Tchaikovsky to Linkin Park!

My brothers thought I was mad to like their songs, but what can be done, their songs kinda work for me.

Actually, I can't really relate to their lyrics since I've never been so badly betrayed, ignored, battered, beaten or tenderised.

I think it's the sincerity they put into making their music that makes me listen. Most pop singers have songs custom-made for them, with sparkly costumes and a trailer to boot. But these guys have come a really long way.

And of course, other reasons include Mike Shinoda and Brad Delson's huge headphones.

Enough fangirlism for now.

BEHOLD!

2006-12-27T22:01:00.000+08:00

Two years ago, I looked like shit.

Last year, I looked like Daniel Franco.

Today, I look like...

AMY TAN!!!!

I have bangs. HAHAHAHA. Biggest joke of the century, AND IT'S TRUE!

When was the last time I had bangs like these? 4?

The hairdresser Sandy just snipped my fringe off without warning.

Actually it doesn't look half as bad. Makes me look like Amy Tan, next year my literature sure get A1.

And before I became Amy Tan, I met up with Wei Ning and one of my ex-classmates from the gool ol' 6D, chicken gay-bullying, liangmatrix-torturing days, CHIANG JIA YING!!!

Exchanged Christmas gifts, got one of those potpourri thingy from Chiang and a lucky charm (supposedly so that I'd be lucky) from Wei Ning.

La-kopi time, we were talking about Auschwitz when we spotted two bimbos leaving the table next to ours, leaving three-quarters of an iced cafe mocha behind.

THREE QUARTERS LEH! I almost couldn't afford mine, and here they are wasting three quarters of it as though coffee beans drop from the sky every five seconds or so.

So when they left we took the cafe mocha, stuck our straws in and finished it. Not paying an extra cent.

C'mon, that thing was good stuff. Call me kiasu, but throwing away something I'd die to have anyday is total sayangness.

So yup. This is Amy Tan, talking to you now.

Oh, I just bought a new pair of shoes from Converse. The one I've been after since early November. FINALLY.

I can be so determined, can't I.

ARGH! BEFORE CHRISTMAS IS OVER!!

2006-12-25T23:30:00.000+08:00

First of all, Merry Christahanukkah to everyone. =)

Secondly, anyone wants turkey and ham? Got enough to last my folks for three Christmases at least.

Thirdly, I'm probably gonna have to break my promise about the second edition of Christmas blogskin... because as you can see, Christmas is over in less than half an hour and I'm torn between "Let it Snow" and "Gorwn-up Christmas List".

Now, time for my Christmas Chronicles.

23rd- Went Christmas shopping in preparation of 24th's gathering. It's even more than what we usually buy on Chinese New Year, what with all the drinks, the sotong balls, the pasta, the spaghetti sauce, and of course, the turkey. Ten pounds of bird and ham.

24th- Spent the morning decorating and the afternoon helping out in the kitchen. Stuff the wontons, do the mini-quail egg-sausage-cucumber-cherry tomato cocktail thingy my parents always make for potluck parties, disembowelling and deshelling the prawns (I HATE PRAWNS FOR THEIR SHELLS AND THEIR BRAINS),it was some five hours later before I actually sat down on a chair. Ate half an hour later. Made my first toilet trip of the day at around 9pm. Oh holy night. Only the adults look interested, the kids are so damn bored. Haha.

25th- Santa decided I was naughty and gave me a painful... you know what I mean. ON CHRISTMAS DAY. And worse still my dad decided to show a video tape of a two-year-old me shakin' to the rhythmn of some kiddie songs like a drug addict who just smoked opium at a nightclub. Man, I didn't know I was SO weird. Damn, all my relatives were laughing at me. YUCK! And I got MUSHROOM HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!! *dies of disgust*

Yup. It's the most wonderful time of the freaking year.

There's a reason why I like TS2

2006-12-16T10:50:00.000+08:00

A few days ago I searched "The Sims" on Wikipedia and found an article on cultural references in The Sims 2.

And it's the reason why I LOVE THE SIMS 2! Check it out!

Haha. The funniest bits?

"The reward for reaching the halfway point of the Politics career is called the "Bushmaster" Teleprompter, a reference to U.S. President George W. Bush."

"The smustle dance in Nightlife mimics some dance moves found in the music video of Michael Jackson's Thriller."

"The Grim Reaper and Failure"
"If all of the Sims in a family die, one of several messages pop up telling the player of their failure in the game. One of these messages gives a description of the Grim Reaper that is similar in style to a personal profile on an Internet dating site. His description also makes references to the Book of Revelation, mentioning the color horse that Death (usually personified as the Grim Reaper) will ride, and also mentioning his other "friends" (the other three that are mentioned in Revelation).

"Besides learning more about Death, a player who has allowed all of the Sims in a household to die also receives a message which admonishes him/her that The Sims 2 is a life simulator, not a death simulator. In the event that all of the adult and teen Sims in a household die and leave behind one or more children, the Social Worker arrives and collects the youngsters, and the game displays a message which makes mention of Charles Dickens (the author of the novel Oliver Twist) and an orphan singing about the sun (a reference to the song "Tomorrow" from the musical Annie)."

Now, people who dismiss The Sims and The Sims 2 as "a dumb game for girls only", THIS GAME IS NOT THAT SHALLOW. Or boring.

I am officially addicted.

2006-12-04T19:00:00.000+08:00

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

I AM OFFICIALLY ADDICTED TO JULIE LONDON'S VERSION OF FLY ME TO THE MOON.

(it's the song on the Celestial advertistment. Man, the ad just spoiled it all.)

Oh Wow.

2006-12-01T09:58:00.000+08:00

It's been a year since I revived my blogging spirit.

I remember I started blogging in Sec 1.

Then I got seriously spammed and slammed for something wrong I said. Then I thought blogging was really below my dignity so I chickened out.

But you know, the interest has always been around, and being kept alive by friends who are blogomaniacs.

And of course, HTML. It's amazing how all these codes can translate into something magnificent or disastrous.

So for most of Sec 2 I didn't blog or even touch the internet.

Then I became increasingly bored during the December holidays last year.

SO I BLOGGED! Haha.

Just in time too, I had then just came up with my current moniker, THE UNFATHOMABLE LAMER.

Appropriate that I teach you how to pronounce it too.

It's not "UN-FAT-TOM-ABLE", it's "UN-FUH-THOM-UH-BLE"!

Argh, my backache's killin' me. When you're thoroughly unfit and you attempt to do some hip-hop you're asking for shit, man.

God, how do these young people break and jam for so long? I'm a young person and I can't even keep up with a few moves. I think I'll wear an exasperated expression half the time throughout the dance segment. I don't even get the girls' solo!

Besides that. I don't even get the entire dance.

But challenges make our life interesting. Look on the bright side. That's the way. Yeah.

MAH BAHCK!!!! *ouch*

NEW BLOGSKIN! Christmas Edition

2006-11-30T01:50:00.000+08:00

Yippee! Christmas Edition!

Oh god. Christmas. One of my favourite themes of the year.

I mean, let's put it this way, who'd ever make a blogskin for Chinese New Year?

Imagine.

All red and gold.

Oh well.

Actually, I've been in Christmas mood since the End of Year exams. I don't know why! I think I made the wrong (or perhaps right) choice to listen to Michael Buble while revising for exams.

And I promise, I'll make another Christmas skin! Because I just spotted another picture and heard another song that gave me the inspiration. Besides, I'll be free like heck after 3rd Dec, so I guess I'll really have the time, energy and inspiration to do it. The three best conditions for an Unfathomable Lamer to work!

I had my Bio re-exam this morning. I can describe it in three words: "Gu poon si!" ("cow also can die", for those who don't understand Hokkien). What happens to adrenaline after the whole exciting event's over?! I don't know, so I decided to tell the teacher, "Yeah, the body does recycle hormones! I mean, you'll never know when these hormones will come in useful, yeah?"

Enough crapping. Very tired. Very sad also.

MALAN BRETON! I thought he was gonna last. Oh man, I feel so sad that he's ousted at such an early stage. Okay, he's not good.

But at least he's weird. And he has the world's most horrifying laughter, the kind that really goes "MUA HA HA HA HA", even when he didn't mean to be evil.

MALAN!! *sob*

I just realised I forgot the tagboard.

Miracle Ms Ow

2006-11-21T18:19:00.000+08:00

Ms Ow praised ELDDS for the first time in about three years! Haha.

The strange thing is I don't really think it was that good that it renders praises. We didn't do badly, but it's just not extraordinary.

But she praised us. Oh well.

Today's rehearsal ended 1 1/2 hours earlier than expected. It's nuts. Had two runs.

Might I add that it's one of the few times I had seen the guys worked so hard.

Oh, what do you know, Ms Ow still calls them "Props"!

Last time ELDDS used to be called "Cast" and "Props"... sigh, that was almost three years ago...

And now, the actors are still "Cast", but the "Props" finally became the "Crew" or, more professionally, the "Production Team".

Ms Ow, however, still has the tendency to roar, "I NEED MY PROPS!!! WHERE ARE THE PROPS?!"

Ms Ow, the lamp or the guys?

Dear 'n':

2006-11-19T21:54:00.000+08:00

(And people who think similar to him/her and happen to so unfortunately stumble upon my blog)

People like you really make me feel wiser.

No, I'm not being sarcastic. You really made a point. I'm fortunate and still complaining.

But there are people like me who really like travelling, and show particular interest in certain places. Like there are people who think that going to the same place twice is pointless, there are also people who feel that there are places that they really want to know about and don't mind going for a second, third, fourth time. That just happens to be me. I love vacationing and if I can see more places, why not? If I've seen many places, that's even better; I think it's wonderful to think about all these places, their charm, their beauty and so on.

And then the fortunate part. I admit I am lucky. But I prefer to think that I have not seen enough of the world. We can be contented, but not complacent. If it is affordable to me, I will not stop until I've seen enough. Even Malaysia, which I know someday I'll be interested in. I am contented that I have seen Europe and China, and have hazy memories of Australia, Korea and Malaysia, but what about the remainder of the world? What about those places? I'm sure I can learn something from experiences in these countries, as I have from my previous trips to wherever I've been to. I consider myself fortunate now, but sometimes being fortunate is not all that humans have to be.

Oh, and you mention that I am a brat. That I object to, because firstly, I think I have been very filial to my parents and I do not demand vacations from them. I don't think all that talk is enough, but I know what kind of daughter I had been for the past fifteen years. I have never demanded that things go my way, not even when I'm with my own schoolmates and juniors. I am merely musing about my sentiments on holidaying, with vulgarities in between, but I'm sure there is no law that states my actions as illegal.

Another thing that quite interests me is your idea that vulgarity is equivalent to low standard of English. Perhaps this is true, but from my point of view, vulgarities are informal terms of a language which are offensive. Fuck and shit exists in dictionaries that are more extensive in their entries, and I cannot deny that even my English teacher tends to say, "SHIT HAPPENS!" when warning us about getting into trouble. An example of low-standard English is, "I is going to hospital saw my sister. He injure in accident, got bicycle bang her." I'm sure everyone who learns English can more or less point out that there are grammatical errors in this sentence and correct them on the spot.

And oh, the more you expect, the more disappointed you're likely to become. You THOUGHT my standard of English was high.

It is also quite a misfortune to be stuck in Singapore just because you're busy with many other whatnots. Passion that has become a chore.

You want to know how the hell I've been brought up? In a three-room flat in Smith Street, Chinatown, with the best char bee hoon stall just nine floors below me. I was brought up without pain or pleasure, just packets of beehoon, a thin mattress on the floor, a small TV playing the same old episodes of Tom & Jerry for entertaintment, some Lego blocks and Zhi Hao for a playmate. Pretty simple, isn't it.

Well, that pretty sums up what I have to say to those who, like n, think I am a brat who thinks going to Europe is not enough and demands that she, too, like her peers, can go overseas for the holidays.

I am all of that. And much more.

Oh yeah, shame you didn't put down your name, n. You're starting to grow on me!

BACK IN ACTION BAEBEH!

2006-11-14T14:01:00.000+08:00

You read the headlines.

For those of you still *grits teeth* planning for your winter holidays while I plan my frequent trips to Zhonghua's drama studio and multi-purpose hall, I've been missing in action due to a persistent headache. I went to see a GP and he did the best thing to spice up my holiday (apart from Zhonghua's early Christmas present of a two-week remedial package)- give me aspirins and ban me from the computer for a week.

Thank god the fucking curfew's up.

AND HERE I AM!

Miserable as can be.

Two productions. TWO FUCKING PRODUCTIONS TO DEAL WITH WHILE YOU BASTARDS OUT THERE GET TO SEE SOME TURKISH SIGHTS,TAIWANESE DELIGHTS AND JAPANESE HIGHLIGHTS.

While I deal with auditorium spotlights.

Right, you'd be thinking I should be grateful that I've been to Europe and Shenyang this year. Right.

Sigh, seems only yesterday that I was attending a musical recital in Vienna and monkeying around with the students in the girls' dorms at Northeast Yucai.

I'm actually planning imaginary vacations in my mind. Perhaps I'll have a one-month tour around USA. I'd really like to see Washington D.C., I'm a bit of a American History freak. So much so that I actually decorated my Sims' house American colonial style.

You can say that I think of travelling so much, I'd have an OOBE soon.

For those who ain't no supernatural junkies, that's Out Of Body Experience to you.

All of a sudden Singapore seems so dull.

Off to do some ranting.

2006-11-02T21:59:00.000+08:00

THIS IS MY CURRENT OBSESSION:

Isn't Faline just so lovely? Aww.

Hmm. Ranting.

I NEED TO GO SHOPPING. I'm not the kind of bimbo who "cannot live without shopping" and categorise "shopping" as a sport and even call it a therapy.

But damn, I haven't spent money, really spent money on clothes, shoes and bags for so long I reckon I do need some "retail therapy" after all.

Besides, I'm sick of getting hand-me-downs from my aunt. She's the kind to brandish the visa first and ask questions later.

Except...

The clothes are either too young or too old.

Why the age gap, man? Nobody really bothers to design clothes for outcasts already.

I'm better off wearing AMAH-ni. Clothes manufactured by my grandmother.

And the shoes. Do they spare a thought for people with broad, stumpy feet? They'd never thought they should even design shoes for elephants. I feel like hacking off my big toe to fit into a nice shoe.

Of course, it's not worth it. I don't wish to be sidelined to disgusting, big, gaudy, ugly and POPULAR crocs.

My favourite pumps have started yawning. My converses are nice but looks weird with some parts of my wardrobe. My parents are trying to ban me from wearing my three-inch platforms and my 1 1/2-inch heels.

What am I left with? Nothing much unless you count the converses.

I need some variety.

Why?

I'm VAIN. Fussy vainpot who throws a hissy fit when I look too wrong to step out of the house.

Yippee, you lucky bastards just saw the bimbotic side of me.

IiE sHo cUteX wOrRrS~!

*puke*

And then I realise

2006-10-26T19:40:00.000+08:00

The people who are the closest to me, or perhaps were once closest to me, have changed so drastically.

Some open up. Some close up. Some blow up. Some cave in. Some remain. Some leave for greener pastures. Some live in the future. Some live in the past.

Acting as though nobody takes you seriously is the most painful way to treat those who do.

Sometimes humans are too far-sighted for their own good; what lies beyond is a mystery, what lies beneath is truth.

Apologise all you want, the only time you can really forgive yourself is when your conscience is clear.

If you want others to take you seriously, take yourself seriously first.

If you want to be happy, die. This happiness is at the cost of others' grief.

Don't play fortune teller and foretell things that have not happened. Unless you really are psychic.

The Ultimate Answer to Every Single Damn Question: "WHO KNOWS!"

Failing at everything is harder than it looks - you've got to be clever enough to answer everything wrongly. (Skarly you tikam and kena the correct answer leh? Don't say this type of luck don't happen lor! If the sky is so high, the bird shit also can kena your eye.)

Just some muses to mull over.

BACK TO SIMMING! HAHA!

You'll Never Find Another Blogskin Like Mine!

2006-10-25T23:57:00.000+08:00

MICHAEL BUBLE!

VICTOR X VICTORIA!

Two of the most romantic things I've ever heard of in my entire life!

That's why I put them together.

So lovely isn't it.

Should've done it for Valentine's Day.

Hmm on the other hand, if you really wish to criticise, you can say this new skin really, really looks like shit.

Yes, what a big piece of shit. 1024x267 square pixels worth of excreta on your screen.

So which one do you choose? Romantic blogskin, or a huge piece of shit?

Of course you'll choose the first one.

So here you go, serenade like Michael Buble or Laura Pausini:

You'll Never Find Another Love Like Mine

You'll never find

For as long as you live

Someone who loves you

Tender like I do

And you'll never find

No matter where you search

Someone who cares for you

The way I do

No, I'm not braggin' on myself babe

'Cause I'm the one who loves you

And there is no one else, no,

No one else

And you'll never find

It'll take the end of all time

Someone who understands you

Like I do

No, I'm not trying to make you stay

'Cause I'm the one who loves you

And there is no one else, no,

No one else

You're gonna miss my lovin'

You're gonna miss my lovin'

You're gonna miss my lovin'

You'll never find

Another love like mine

Someone who needs you

Like I do

("Are you sure baby?")

And no, I'm not braggin' on myself babe

'Cause I'm the one who loves you

And there is no one else

And there is no one else

No...

There's just no one else

(No one else)

You're gonna miss my love

I'm gonna miss your love

You're gonna miss my love

You're gonna miss my love

SWOON! And another Romance topic I'd like to talk about: THUNDERSTORM.

God, it's the best modern Chinese play ever written.

How a family destroys itself in 24 hours.

How three people die on the same night, in the same house.

How lust and romance got the better of stepmother and stepson.

How fate played a big joke on two generations of two families.

And I love it because the relationships of the characters are SO complicated.

Zhou Puyuan is an old man who had an affair with Lu Shiping in his younger days, and had two sons. One of them, Zhou Ping, stayed with him, while Shiping ran away with their other son, who was later named Lu Dahai. Puyuan assumed that Shiping had committed suicide along with Dahai, and remarried to another woman named Fanyi, at least twenty years his junior, who then gave birth to Zhou Chong. On the other hand, Shiping married a man, Lu Gui, who was the butler to the Zhous, and together they had a daughter, Sifeng, who then worked as a servant at the Zhou Residence. Dahai also became one of the miners at a mine the Zhous owned.

So what happened? Ping and Fanyi had a secret affair; at the same time, he was attached to Sifeng and made her pregnant; Chong initially had a crush on her and even plans to marry her.

This could've been fine, until Shiping turns up at the Zhou Residence, and all that there was to the story was revealed. Sifeng, unable to accept the fact that her lover is her brother, runs out of the house in the rain; Chong runs up after her, and they both step on a live wire on the ground and got electrocuted to death. Ping felt that there was nothing to live for anymore, and commits suicide in the study with a gun Dahai hid in a desk. Shiping and Fanyi subsequently went crazy and have been residing in the Residence, which has since been converted into a mental hospital.

Why is it called Thunderstorm? The ominous events began the moment a thunderstorm arrives.

Interesting eh?

Sick...

2006-10-25T18:16:00.000+08:00

(Metaphorically, not literally.)

Sick of this blogskin leh.

Think you people who read this blog is sick too.

I need a change... just like my life, my life needs a new direction.

A new routine.

Which is NO ROUTINE.

I want to pack my bags and jet off to some weird town in another country. Spend the first week to explore the town. The second week to do people-watching. The third for photography. The fourth for wrapping up and travelling to another town where I do the same thing. and when all's done, when I'm finally tired, I settle down wherever my feet happen to land, and compile all the memories into a book, which I will show to my loved ones, and tell them, this is my perspective of all the people I've met and places I've been on my journey.

Then that's when I'll settle down, get married, have kids and live happily until all my kids turn 21. Then I'll fly off again, until one day I'm battered with disease, injury and fatigue, then I'll stop and go to sleep.

Then one by one the stars will all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away.

Ugh

2006-10-19T21:55:00.000+08:00

I feel nauseous.

I'm not pregnant.

I'm not bulimic.

I just feel nauseous.

It all started after dinner.

All I had was kway chap.

And then the nausea kicked in.

I'm sure Kou Fu's kway chap is not laced with arsenic. I'm sure they're not tipping pieces of freshly-excreted stuff at my feet every two seconds my presence is detected in Mount Elizabeth. I'm sure the sight of my Ah Ma's bandaged leg didn't look like something nauseous.

And it's a special type of nausea. It's okay if I'm not eating or looking at food. But once I see food, regardless of what's on the plate or in the packet, I'll feel like I'm gonna sick up whatever half-digested, hydrochloric acid-laced chyme* that's available in my stomach. I saw the hor fun my aunt was eating and I see green stuff that wasn't supposed to see the light until it becomes brown. I see the fruits my brother's girlfriend brought for my Ah Ma and voila! Diagrams from my biology textbook came up. I looked at the char kway teow my father queued up for half an hour for, and, yes, it looked as though its digestion stopped somewhere in the duodenum.

Argh, I'm burping up weird stuff now.

Stupid haze. Giving me red eyes, runny nose and a scratchy throat.

I'm Redeye the screeching red-nosed reindeer.

Fucking idiots, do you have to offer leafy, 80m-tall joss-sticks to heaven?! Just offer a roast chicken (more halal, no offence to my muslim friends) and let our noses go. It's bad enough that I have sinusitis, you don't have to act like my bronchitis and asthma won't come back after eleven years.

Stop lighting your cigarette near the forest. You wanna smoke, go smoke at the fire station, where an extinguisher is within your reach.

If I were their government, I'd have shot them to death if they ever light a phloem.

Amidst the Fog!

2006-10-08T00:19:00.000+08:00

My cousin Eugene seems devastated by my hiatus.

Haha.

Anyway, for those of you who are just as devastated, I went missing because, ah, too many things are going on at once! I haven't had time since I went back to school after OBS... because of...

THE AIR POLLUTION! But more importantly the year end exams. *swears incessantly under breath*

[PSI=Pi Sai. I made this joke up when I was 6. I command you to laugh.]

I'm still in the middle of the papers, and oh great, I'm done with English, Higher Chinese paper 1, History (yay), Social Studies (yippee), A Maths (WOOHOO!). But I still got Higher Chinese paper 2, Chemistry (WTF), E maths (double WTF), Literature (triple WTF) and Biology (thoroughly unable to express how many "WTF" I'm saying in my head).

Exams are unpleasant... but, sigh, life is one big exam by itself.

[It's PSI: 150 outside. Damn foggy and smelly and warm.]

I'm suffering a cough and runny nose due to the bloody air pollution. My nose and my joints are the best weather forecasters ever.

So let's continue with what I promised: PHOTOS.

My buddy and me!

That's our class.

The school gate.

The school grounds.

And some of my pride and joy I snapped myself at the... erm, I don't really know what it's called in English. But it's an old palace. Enjoy and suspect all you want if you think I have the "plagiarise-for-all-I-care" type of face.

More to come... if I don't feel lazy.

BACK LAH

2006-09-10T11:42:00.000+08:00

I MISS HOME!!!!!!!

The first few days were alright.

Then the nights began to get lonely as I lay in my bed in complete darkness.

Then I'll think of my parents.

Then I'll cry.

Oh my god, I'm so glad to be home.

Okay. About my trip.

It was both heaven and hell.

It was both laughter and tears.

It was both good and bad.

We arrived in Shenyang after a transit in Shanghai Pudong. Was transported straight to Northeast Yucai Foreign Language School, and greeted by our buddies.

My buddy is Li Siqi, 15 years old, of class 3.3 (as in, Sec 3, class number 3). She showed me to our dorm on the second floor, whom I shared with the other Zhonghua girls, namely Xin Ling, Lijun, Hui Ping, Boon Swan, Adeline, Zi Yu and Youwen. The guys, Ryan, AUNTIE Shao Hwee, Guo Pei and Yu Hang shared another room on the fourth floor.

We settled down and had lunch in the canteen. Unlike our canteens in Singapore, theirs is just one stall and a menu, a selection of dishes you'd like to go with your rice or noodles. Oil rules their diet. Every single damn thing is drenched in sauce, chilli or oil. The meat or vegetables aren't always bite-sized, and mind you, we only have a stainless steel bowl and a spoon to eat with. Good luck in trying to settle that titanic piece of pork with a stainless steel Chinese spoon. And the portions are what you call the Himalayas. Ask for less? "Bu4 xing2," the cooks reply firmly.

So yes, mealtimes are what I liken to Yu2 Gong1 Yi2 Shan1 (literally, The Stupid Grandfather Trying To Shift A Mountain).

The variety... not that bad lah, lunch and dinner consists of rice/noodles with eight different dishes to choose from, while breakfast foods include fried rice, instant noodles, buns, MANTOU!!, and this prata-like thing, I donno called what.

And of course, the supermarket stall at the corner is forever open, stocked up with all the neccessities you'll need for life in a boarding school.

Oh, after you've finally managed to shift the mountain, you have to wash your utensils.

Still complaining, are you? Let's move on.

The students there are so enthusiastic and friendly! They showed us around the school, and the school is really, really huge.

And for the weekend, I followed Siqi home.

Siqi and her parents live in an apartment above a hospital. The third floor is an asylum. The outside looks unassuming, or maybe even slightly downtrodden, but the inside was nicely furnished, brightly decorated, nice, warm and cosy...

Actually I'm kind of tired even after a long night's sleep after I arrived last night. Maybe I'll be back after OBS.

YES, OUTWARD BOUND SINGAPORE. HAHAHA.

Five Hours to Takeoff

2006-08-31T17:48:00.000+08:00

Yep, you're not suffering from cataracts - I am leaving Singapore for Shenyang, China, in about a few hours time.

While you cheap bastards are sleeping away, dreaming about your "dAaaRRLiiNk nEhhhXX", I'll be over your heads pulling a gooseberry from my seat at the air stewardess's English.

The insulting of bimbos is getting really fun.

I love it.

Bimbospeak 101 - How to be one without bleaching your hair.

"Aiie!! Ii bRokkex mIe nAiLz!! Iee sHo nEEdx 2 gO 4 mAnnieecUrre LeiX!"

For the uninitiated, it simply means the poor lamb had a piece of keratin chipped off her finger and needs to undergo some dead cell surgery.

"Eee Mr. Poh! mIe DaArRLiNg Poh Poh! He shO cUUteX lAhX. Mr. Poh rOxZz!! DeR bEsht MatHs cHerR eVa!! iEe LurRrRbEx eUux!!"

Erm, once again, this sweetie has gotten herself in a teacher-student relationship... well IMAGINARY teacher-student relationship. In bimbo speech, "DaArRLiNg" is like "darling", the name you call the man you've married for nearly 50 years, "cUUteX" is what you would call any small and pink object (except in this case Mr. Poh is tall, bald and... erm, pink), "rOxZz" is the object that makes you trip and fall while travelling along a rough gravel road, and "LurRrRbEx" is what men call "shagging", women "making love", prostitutes "making money" and biologists "mating".

"wEe r fWeNxZxx 4 eVaxx nEhxxZx~~~"

In this example, "wEe", contrary to what most think, is not the act of excreting liquid waste from the bladder but is a collective form of addressing oneselves, like the English term, "we". "r" has been upgraded from being the 18th letter in the English alphabet to serving the purpose of being "are" when people just can't flex their fingers to put in the "a" and the "e". "fWeNxZxx" may look aesthetically pleasing but please, you'll lose your "fweNxZxx" if you ever, ever, EVER pronounce "friends" that way. You'd be better off calling them "allies" (not "ALLEYS") or "mates" (as in, "Hey, mate!", not the act of sexual reproduction). "4 eVaxx" is actually one word, "forever", but our budding world peace promoters decided that they need to inculcate the art of Mathematics in their daily Netspeak to make them smarter, hence the "4". And once again, the "xXx"es are not sexual innuendoes, but rather, to make it aesthetically pleasing. Life is just plain without the 24th letter in the English alphabet.

So we've come to the end of our tutorial!

(Note: Typing bimbospeak is SO TIRING! ARGH!)

Filming Day! (well, that was yesterday) and Rants (that's today)

2006-08-27T17:34:00.000+08:00

Finally!

It's filming day at Dream Forest!

We were given a script during our drama workshop and yesterday we did the filming bit.

Although it's fun for an experience, I don't want TV acting as a job.

It's so goddamn stressful, what with repeating the same lines, expressions, actions and emotions, argh, I felt like a tape stuck in a tape recorder where the "rewind" and "fast forward" buttons go haywire.

And there ain't no "eject" button.

Fangjun was brilliant. She CAN cry! I squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed, and my tear ducts remain dry. I hope it's clear that I was feeling sad, not feeling the discomforts of a zero-dietary fibre meal plan. And when Danny shouted cut, one tear drop came out of her eye, and I had resigned to comedic crying.

Phyllis. "NONSENSE!" Haha. I've never seen her act until so jealous before. Though I might be inclined to say that sometimes she feels a bit too much, but nevertheless, she gets the emotions right.

Charlotte... I didn't see her act, because most of her parts are with Fangjun and Phyllis, and in my presence she had only a few lines. But based on those few lines I felt that she had improved so much though I figure she just needs to be a little bit louder.

Joey. So blissfully blur. But the brief stand-off between the two of us was, what can I say, perfect. It was better that what I had expected, and I was genuinely shocked. And scene 7 went well.

Me. Hmm. I think I'm too soft. I don't know, I can barely hear myself. But maybe it's because I'm being put through situations where the emotions are more subtle. Either way, I hope I did fine even though I'm still rather skeptical about my own performance.

I never liked seeing myself on tape. What I meant to be witty and funny always turns out to be lame and slapstick. When I try to articulate properly during filming, this articulation translates to a Mainland Chinese accent, both in English and Chinese, even though I'm a true blue Singaporean who owns and makes full use of a copy of the Coxford Singlish Dictionary.

One thing I'm sure of is that I didn't feel like cameras always add ten pounds to my body ( or else I'd be a whopping 120 pounds )... but it seems to make my voice sound like I had been a man before I decided to be a woman. Of course it's not practical to squeak whenever the camera starts rolling. But WHY DO I SOUND LIKE A TUBA IN EVERY SINGLE DAMN VACATION VIDEO AND VOICE RECORDING?

Sigh. I need my stage.

Somebody please put up a poster, a casting call, looking for Chinese girls aged 15 who are 120% overweight and sport waist-length hair, to play the role of a village woman who shouts, "WHO STOLE MY DUCK EGGS" in the background, in a musical. I shall discover it, go for the casting. I'll do whatever it takes to bring me back to musical theatre.

-----END OF RANT-----

-----BEGINNING OF NEXT RANT------

I think I need to re-evaluate myself as a person. But where should I begin? At the shrink's office?

I know there are people who make me feel useful. I don't think I'm useless. But I think I crave to be useful so much that I let myself be overused. And when I'm overused I don't feel appreciated. And when I don't feel appreciated I start looking for more job opportunities. And that's when I start bragging about myself and start putting people down so that, one day, I can stand up and say, WORSHIP ME, who cares about a Darth Daddy when YOUR BIG SISTER IS HERE.

I don't know why. I love bragging. I like to blow up details of my best and worst aspects. I like people to look at my life, I like it when people compliment me. I think I have the biggest ego in the entire universe. Despite being borderline overweight I can still look in the mirror and tell myself I'm the drop-dead gorgeous woman every man is hankering after. I lie in my bed every night and make up a thank-you speech, and hearing my voice recite it to the world is my lullaby. Even though I just said I sound like a tuba through a voice recorder, I still like to tell myself sometimes that I have a sexy bedroom voice and I get the impulse to belt out some vocal gymnastics in a crowded MRT station.

I just don't like it when people don't join me in the bragfest. As such hardly anyone joins me in my bragfests, because they either think I'm schizophrenic or feel belittled.

Either that or they're just so goddamn offended simply because I have a mouth that promotes itself twice as triumphantly as the Dynamo Man selling his ware.

I am arrogant by nature. But I would have led a better life if people would stop telling everyone how much they suck every single minute of Earth's existence. If that can happen, why not start promoting yourself. A "Pride without Prejudice" campaign.

ON THE OTHER HAND.

I'm emotionally insecure. There are times when I know I suck. There are times when I feel like a jerk for making everybody so mad. There are times when I feel ignored, there are times when the silence is so deafening I need a hearing aid to hear the sound of silence.

I pretty much lead a lonely life.

I remember my childhood.

As a kindergarten kid, I come home from school everyday without a soul in sight, except for my maid. Of course, my maid would spend some time to play with me, but I spent a bulk of my afternoons alone in my room, playing dress-up with my mother's old qipaos and dresses, cutting up old SIA hand towels to sew wedding dresses for my dolls, talking to them as though they were my sisters, hoping that one day they'll become real people who would be there to reply whenever I had to talk.

When I was in primary school, I had a more extensive social circle, but those circles lasted only for 6 hours because, well, that's how long a typical schoool day lasts. When I went home, I wished I was somewhere else instead. I wished I was the Caucasian girl whose name was Mary-Anne Jones and went to elementary school, wearing pretty little dresses to school, and not the mundane school uniforms I wear from Monday to Saturday. I wondered if I should be the Pakistani student, wearing a burka and reading a book written in a foreign script. I thought, maybe my ancestors came from Germany, Japan, Russia, France, China, Indonesia, Hong Kong, USA, Tahiti, etc, etc, etc... And I have seven names in seven different languages. And I attend the international school that had just opened near Braddell. I created so many alter egos for myself that I felt like an international spy from Rio de Janeiro. So that's what I wrote down on my "IC" when my cousins and I played pretend espionage.

When I tranferred to a new school when I was 10 and a half, I was an alien from outer space, who could do things that was of no use to the Earthlings there. People ostracise me. They wouldn't even lend me correction tape, and when I told them my previous school banned them, they thought I was out to cheat them of 20 metres of white tape. When I answered the questions correctly, I was a suck-up, and when I answered them wrongly, I was branded I.Q.-negative.

When I was Primary Six, I was probably what people brand "le poseur". I was the ultimate poser. I learnt pop songs so that I could impress friends, even though I had no idea what Britney Spears' voice sounds like then. I tried to run around like many other kids so that I could fit in, so that people don't find out that I actually prefer lazing around and sleeping on a nice, warm bed. I forced my klutz of a right hand to write properly but gave up, and began to write in that poserish manner, the nice and neat bimbo writing where the 'r's and 'v's are indistinguisable and the letters don't join at the serifs.

When I was thirteen, I was every poser gang's nightmare - ugly, fat, noisy, uncool, lame, arrogant, old-fashioned and wore near-ankle-length skirts. I told myself to be unique. I followed my heart and listened to all sorts of music but all that angst only brought me to Linkin Park. My unstable energy levels made me an Energizer Bunny one hour and a giant sloth the next.

(I think that's never changed - you can catch me shouting Hokkien versions of the textbook across the class and slouching over the desk like a dead pig, all within the same half an hour lesson on Trigonometry)

Now I'm fifteen. I realised that I can decide who I am in my mind, but I don't decide who I am in others' minds. I do not want to rely on any propaganda just to have die-hard fans grovelling at my feet. What you see is what you get, the Fangying presented to you is the one and only Fangying. If thou like me I thee thank. If thou love me I thee wed. If thou hate me I thee ignore. If thou is traumatised by me I thee counsel. If thou hurts me I thee withstand, and wait for keloids to form and thy anger and hate to simmer. Then I thee ignore and hope thou shalt not burn my house at 2 am in the morning. I shalt be certain that thou do not want to hear me screaming bloody murder.

I'm fifteen for a moment
Caught in between ten and twenty
and I'm just dreamin'
Counting the ways to where you are.
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
Fifteen...
There's never a wish
Better than this...

When you've only got a hundred years to live.

My piercing :'(

2006-08-22T22:38:00.000+08:00

I think my one and only piercing's probably going to be a goner.

Like its predecessor, my right ear piercing (which no longer exists), my poor left ear piercing is infected for no good reason. I do not know why, I've been using the same goddamn earring since I got my ears pierced and, damn, it just gets infected on its own.

Blood. Pus. Swelling. Pain. ARGH!

I LOVE MY LEFT EAR PIERCING! I DON'T WANNA LET YOU GO!

Because if I let you close, I'll have to pierce again. If I pierce again, my mother will make me pierce TWO.

I don't want to go through the trouble of letting the right one close up to restore my uniqueness!

Damn.

And you had to do it just before my Shenyang trip and OBS. What the hell were you thinking, Piercing?

Argh. Life is unfair.

As always :)

Modified Blogskin!

2006-08-17T00:02:00.000+08:00

I think I'm really offending people with my showoff attitude.

Sigh.

Ah well. That just goes to show that no matter what, you can't be too proud of yourself.

Anyway, too bad, I'm gonna show off some more.

Because I JUST MODIFIED MY SKIN! Haha.

Changed the theme a little.

From funny to sadness.

This Nepalese man is suffering from cataract. One eye is already infected - the other, on the verge. Photoshopped it a LEEEETLE bit. So I must be infringing copyright then.

But hey, I don't even know Michael Amendolia's email or home address. So if by any fateful chance you're coming here, Mr. Amendolia, I'm sorry I Photoshopped it.

Just so you know it's from the same book as the previous streaker photo.

My motive? I was inspired by the picture, and the song.

Look Through My Eyes.

These just connect.

Dumb reasons. But I live for dumb reasons.

Why? Why am I here?

What's the point of my existence? What's the point of yours?

I don't know. It's a question only the bearded man up there in the clouds can answer.

But what I do know is that since I already exist, I'll just exist and make my prescence worthwhile.

There are times when I don't want to exist.

There are times when I'm glad I do exist.

Even if they're for dumb reasons.

I live for dumb reasons.

Do you?

My mouth can't stop moving.

2006-08-16T20:54:00.000+08:00

Quien sera el que me quiere a mi
Quien sera
Quien sera
Quien sera el que me de su amor
Quien sera
Quien sera

I'm going crazy!! Send me to Woodbridge!! NOW!!

I am finally in tune with the latest technology

2006-08-15T23:40:00.000+08:00

... but it fails you sometimes.

I WON THE BATTLE FOR THE IPOD!

My brother finally surrendered his iPod to me.

I must thank my Dad, the United Nations of the household, who negotiated with my brother.

Come on, he has TWO iPods. One 1st-Gen iPod, Mother iPod of all iPods, and one iPod Nano. IPOD NANO LEH. Wah lao.

And to think there's someone else in the household who's been deprived of most form of audio entertainment. My one and only stereo broke down one and a half years ago. I have been through two discmans. I've had enough of cumbersome CD collections and irritating moments when my discman jumps.

So I'm going high tech, eons after everyone did. AS USUAL.

By the time I went high-tech people already consider that mid-tech.

Admit it, Lin Fangying, you're an OUTCAST! A conformist's worst nightmare! A trend loser! Immune to peer pressure! HAHAHA!

I sound like a moron.

I AM a moron.

So why does technology fail me?

Because I'm still living in the age of the Neanderthal man!

I still forage for food, yah.

So actually I fail technology.

Guess what's in my iPod?

Pon De Replay?

Don't Cha?

You're Beautiful?

No, nope, nuh, nah, nada, ah-ni. None of those trashy pop/hip-hop stuff DJs play over the radio without even announcing the title and the singer.

I'm goin'.... OLDIE! MICHAEL BUBLE! LOUIS ARMSTRONG! THE CARPENTERS!

And of course, the less trashy of the trash which includes Linkin Park, Moulin Rouge soundtrack and so on so forth.

I have three different versions of Sway! One with the lady singer, one by Michael Buble and one by Peter Cincotti. The last one sucks 'cos it's too, too, too SLOW. The first one was lagi best. It's the kind that gets you up on your feet to SWAY.

What I really want to do is to use my brother's Quicktime Pro on his Mac, cut up the huge chunks of TS2 soundtracks into individual songs, and transfer them to my iPod.

Guess that'll be three years later.

I'm kinda short on human rights when I'm home, yah.

I'M DRUNK!

2006-08-13T01:29:00.000+08:00

Well, not really.

I'm just bored.

Ha, ha, ha.

I don't know why.

Everytime I'm in the mood to blog my brother always locks himself up in the study and I can't touch the computer 'cos it's inside.

And then I have to wait for 12 whole hours before he comes out and I've already forgotten what I want to blog about.

It's just like everytime I try to talk others just don't realise it, and then when it's my chance to talk I've forgotten what I wanted to say.

There are even times when I walk up the stairs to my bedroom, only to realise I'd forgotten why I went up in the first place.

Short term memory loss?

Not sure.

But I guess it's because I'm constantly drunk.

"The alcoholic content of life is 101%." - The Unfathomable Lamer.

Remember that the next time you see me staggering down the street fucking some unknown idiot like there ain't no tomorrow.

*tipsy*

*falls*

*HANGOVER*

*NOTE: The Unfathomable Lamer drank a glass of wine prior to blogging.

Cross Country and NDP

2006-08-10T09:37:00.000+08:00

Cross country on tuesday was wild.

Nina and I came in last in the entire school! Haha.

Sherilyn, Aw Su, Clarice, Dionne, Nina, Min Ling and I planned to finish last. So we walked the entire route, singing, skipping and playing animal concentration and irritating every other walker around us.

And we asked each other stupid questions like, "Darling, why the wedding altar so far away one?" "Don't complain lah, dear, we still got 3 kilometres to go leh!"

And then suddenly, donno what happen, Nina and I got separated from the rest. Well, no matter, the two of us decided to walk together.

Walk and walk and walk... we heard voices.

Oh no!

It couldn't be!

Is it a ghost?

Is it a stalker?

NO.

It's...

TAN HWEE PIN! and the guest-of-honour. Talking to each other in Hokkien.

And Ms Tan looked at us, sighed and shook her head, "Aiyoh. Young girls leh. Young girls still walk so slow."

"Ms Tan, we must enjoy the scenery! This is nature... the trees, the flowers, the monkeys, everything!"

So as Nina and I walked, we skipped along to our rendition of "I'm Too Sexy" and other retro disco hits.

And we decided to be good people of Singapore and picked up a soggy wet cardboard box left in the wilderness.

"Wah, so thoughtful of you!" came the reply from Ms Tan.

And we made the task look more complicated that it is, and Ms Tan and her Hokkien-speaking friend went off in the distance. And alas! We took of at the speed of 0.00000000000000001 footstep per second, picking up bottles and pieces of trash on the way.

As we arrived at the finishing line (the cardboard box and his gang left in a dustbin at a bus stop), singing "I Feel Pretty" in odd Spanish accents, we walked down the "aisle" in an enchanting acapella version of The Wedding March.

Ah! How sweet. Exchanged vows and all at that magical red line on the ground.

And now we present to you... Mrs. Nina Lin-Saburi and Mrs. Fangying Saburi-Lin!

And now, NDP.

My sole purpose at the NDP are as follows:

1. Be a babysitter to my younger cousins.
2. Be a motivator to my younger cousins.
3. Umbrella holder.
4. Excess fun-pack caddy.
5. To watch the fireworks.
6. To watch the F16s.

That's all. No sign of patriotism, yeah? My heart is still in Europe.

Welup, what can I say, every year's NDP is about the same, full of gimmicks and et ceteras, the only difference is the fireworks! This year's fireworks are nice.

Full stop.

Random.

2006-08-06T21:29:00.000+08:00

Sigh.

So stressed.

Yet so bored.

Why.

I tell you why.

Stressed because of ELDDS. I'm beginning to doubt my abilities as a leader. I'm beginning to see how much of a pushover I am. I beginning to see how people could see my weakness and put this to their advantage, how people realise they need not acknowledge my existence. I'm beginning to wonder, is it my fault or their fault? And I become defensive. I'm so afraid all this stress will morph me into a monster, a beast so heartless it will behead anyone who provokes me.
But now, I'm a punchbag. People push me, shove me, kick me, hurt me, but I'm merely a punchbag who only makes noises when being hit, but does not defend herself. I let myself be bullied. I let myself get hurt and not do anything else except hope the scars will heal by itself.

I lack wood. I bend down easily and listen to others.

Bored because my life is a routine. Everyday the same things, the same FRUSTRATING things, happen all the time. It's almost like suffering from deja vu's of the same nightmare.

Is boring nightmarish?

Boredom scares me.

I want something nice and random to happen to me.

That's all.

I guess those'll be my answers if I go schizophrenic in a maths exam.

2006-08-04T00:08:00.000+08:00

You know, some people just take things literally.

The Power of Nothingness!

Dumbness multiplied by infinity.

Pythagoras shall flip in his grave.

The Revolutionary Blondie's Theorem - six=6.

Finally!

2006-08-01T23:10:00.000+08:00

Finally! After fifteen years of existence!

I know my blood type!

I just got my result today.

I am... B+!!!

B+ LEH!

HAHA!

Lame.

I was listening to mr brown's Smile and Speak Good English. The last part damn funny lah.

"You Sir, excuse me sir, are you ready to smile for Singapore?"

"NAH BEH CHAO CHEE BYE LAH! AN CHUA SIX PEOPLE COME ONLY MUST LEARN HOW TO SMILE! SMILE SI MI LAN CHEOW LAH! LIM PEH TNG KOR HOR LER KUAH MY LAN CHEOW SMILE AH! LIM PEH LER FEEL AH, ANEH GU AH, DON'T HAVE SMILE FOR SINGAPOREAN CAMPAIGN, ANG MOR LAI SUDDENLY MUST SMILE FOR THEM TO SEE. POOI AH!"

"Please welcome our trainer from Thailand, the land of a thousand smiles. He is a native smiler."

*clap*

"Sawadika..."

"NAH BEH CHAO CHEE BYE AH! YOU THAILAND LAND OF THOUSAND SMILE, WE SINGAPORE LAND OF FOUR MILLION SMILE OKAY! WE STILL GOT ANOTHER ONE MILLION RESERVE HAVEN'T SMILE YET, CHEE BYE FROM THE HOUGANG AND POTONG PASIR ONE! They excuse smile. Eh! Where you going? Where you going ah? LIM PEH SMILE AT YOU YOU DARE TO WALK AWAY...!"

Hilarious.

New Blogskin in Three Hours!

2006-07-31T00:44:00.000+08:00

Haha! I am a genius!

I saw this picture in a photography book that features the human body and its individual parts at various states of happiness, sadness, joy, anger, distress, death, decomposition and, in this case, nudity.

Time: 1975
By: I don't know what's his english name but he's a photographer from England
Subject: This stupid young streaker who stormed into a rugby game where Queen Elizabeth was watching, dressed from top to bottom in nothing but epithelial cells and got caught by the coppers. They felt the need to prevent all onlookers and spectators, especially Her Majesty, from going blind, but the cops just didn't have a spare pair of trousers.

He took his hat off him.

Heh, guess it was just another shitty day for the poor naked shivering fellow, dressed in nothing but epithelial cells and a police helmet.

Oh, there's a good man coming with a coat.

Ah well.

I just made friends with a girl from Suzhou, China. Her name is Lu Qin, and she's 14 this year. She knows a good number of lame jokes. Stayed over at our house for a night. Brought her to the drama workshop, had dinner at Paradiz Centre. Then today, we went to Botanic Garden (or is it Botanical Gardens or what? Aiyah, National Educaiton failure.), walked around and had dinner and then we took her back to ACS Barker where her group was staying.

I'm too tired to blog in detail.

Look at the time! How could I ever.

Yawn.

I need sleep.

Shit. School starts again.

Why is it that there are five weekdays and two weekends? Why not more weekends than weekdays? Why is our life so fast-paced? Why can't we take it easy, nice and slow?

Ah well. Some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad...

Sneeze

2006-07-19T22:40:00.000+08:00

I broke my personal record of tissues used in eight hours.

5 packets of tissue paper.

All I can remember from the entire day is...

- not talking
- not socialising
- not concentrating properly
- slept through one free Bio period, spent the other stoning
- sneezing in the later part of the day
- nose running like a broken tap for the whole day
- mouthing "Ms Lam is a bitch" to Hui Yun and Lisa while her back was turned
- sneezing some more

and using up five packs of tissue.

*sneeze*

And then I reached home at 4pm +, earliest for the entire week, popped two panadol cold, and knocked myself out cold until 7.30.

Was woken up by my brother's bathroom rendition of some chart-topping has-been.

What an excruciating way to wake up... I mean, he sounds good when he's performing, but the practices can kill a chicken a mile away from my house.

Just like the rehearsals... I always screw up in practices and rehearsals, but I know what to do on the day itself.

Now I can't sleep.

Argh.

I hate insomnia.

But I can't help it... it's a vicious cycle... I sleep too much in school and I can't sleep at home. Not that school is a very comfortable place to nap in to start with. It's just that I have the tendency to nod off when nothing exciting is happening.

God, can you imagine my life? *OOOHH CHAOS!* *zzzz...* *MORE CHAOS!!* *zzzz...* *AND MORE CHAOS!!* *zzzz...*

Random fact: My primary school principal pronounces "chaos" as it is. CHOWS. And most pupils a whole 3 to 4 decades younger than him can pronounce and spell the word correctly.

I wish my life was as chaotic as it was in lower sec... what with the Christian activist of an English teacher AKA Miss Yan, fishball-throwing wanton-tossing in her sermons AKA English lessons... that was Sec 1... and the mass detention (which I didn't kena)... and the - well, I don't know, life now is so boring compared to the lower sec years.

Maybe because Kristy is missing in action?

Or am I the one missing in action from others' lives?

CIP = Free Labour (for the organisers that is)

2006-07-16T21:28:00.000+08:00

Today we had to do CIP.

Yes, the "hold-tin-cans-and-beg-for-donation" thing.

Started in Ang Mo Kio at around 8+ am.

But didn't get much because got a lot of my classmates there snatching business.

So Cassandra, Wan Zhen, Cinny and me went to Northpoint in Yishun.

We split into pairs. Wan Zhen and I stood at the pavement between Northpoint and bus interchange. Cinny and Cass went further.

Wan Zhen and I decided to face different directions, so she would ask for donations from people coming out of Northpoint while I ask for donations from people going to Northpoint. (My mum later said I made a smart move - the people I approach haven't spend a single cent in Northpoint but Wan Zhen's crowd had already done so)

Anyway, we each had about 3/4 full before we decided to slack... then Cinny and Cass came to us for help. Each of them had less than half. I was already damn tired lah, I didn't sleep until 2am last night, but Wan Zhen helped Cinny to ask for donations.

Then Clement came by and joined us in the begging. Apparently the kids are frightened of him.

At around 12.30, all our tins were already at least half-full, so we went to Yoshinoya in Northpoint and slack there until 1.30pm. Then we took MRT back to Ang Mo Kio.

My Observations:

1. Best Donors - Malay families, in general, families with daughters.
2. Worst Donors - Middle-aged English-educated Uncles.
3. The Good - A mother with two kids donated $2 and got a souvenir (the towel dog)and were about to leave, when suddenly the little girl said, "Mummy, where's my wallet?" And the mother handed her the wallet. At first I thought she was going to hang the dog on her wallet, but later she took out a $1 coin and put it in my tin. There were also cases whereby the kids wanted to donate while the parents were reluctant.
4. The Bad - Many instances of people walking past me as though I'm invisible, or simply say, "I don't have small change" or even pretend to catch a bus from the interchange... sigh. If you're not willing to donate just shake your head lah! Assholes.
5. The Ugly - An Australian woman with her young son donated $2. While the mother was choosing a bookmark, the son pointed at the picture of a disabled man on the tin and asked, "Who's that freak?"
6. Honourable Mention - A man who donated $5 but didn't want any souvenirs.

So that pretty much sums up my day, because when I got back the only thing I did was sleep.

ZH ELDDS ROCK THE STAGE!

2006-07-14T23:10:00.000+08:00

ZH ELDDS WON

FIRST PRIZE

IN THE SCDF

FIRE PREVENTION

MUSICAL SKIT

COMPETITION

2006!!!

I am so damn happy all the torture with the can-can dress is over, finishing off with THE FIRST PRIZE!!!

Oh god... it was such a surreal moment...

They didn't announce Zhonghua for the consolation prizes...

There was the Top Three left...

Second runner-up... HOUGANG SEC!!

OH MY GOD...

First runner-up...

*Hoping it's not us*

ST. NICHOLAS!!

WHOOO!!!!!

WE GOT FIRST!!!

We didn't even bother to wait for the emcee to announce our name to confirm our "fears".

It was such a moment of glory... receiving the trophy for ELDDS for the first time... as a president.

Me and my poofy can-can skirt, walking up the stage and receiving the trophy. What a surreal moment...

I mean, I've never gone up the stage to receive a TROPHY. Yes I'm such a loser, never had trophies in my entire life.

And we were celebrating all the way back.

Singing all sorts of stupid songs, not even sparing a thought that Miss Ilan's trying to call somebody...

Their noise level almost made me wonder... if they can be so loud now, why weren't they loud during rehearsal, har? Curious you know.

But anywho... we spent the returning journey singing, dancing half a Mary Moon, cheering the EL2k06 cheer, Mai-ahi-ing and Ole-Ole-Ole-ing (World Cup fever is over; now it's the Musical Fever!) and showing our trophies at innocent passers-by when we drove by the curb.

We ole-ed until we got off the bus and gathered in the foyer... trying to suan the NCC people who were at the parade square. We began to cheer even louder if any other CCA teacher-in-charge or members walk past... RUBBING IT IN yes.

We're bursting with ego... until Ms Tan suggests we perform it for school anniversary.

Oh god.

Me and my poofy disgusting Singapore flag-lookalike can-can dress with fire-engine red cape?

NO WAY!

EL 2K06! ALWAYS FULL OF DRAMA WHOO!
EL 2K06! ALWAYS FULL OF DRAMA WHOO!
ACTING SINGSONG WE ARE THE BEST
ACTING SINGSONG WE ARE THE BEST
EL 2K06! ALWAYS FULL OF DRAMA WHOO!

GO ZH EL!

*eh, on behalf of ELDDS I thereby apologise to those CCAs whom we tried to rub it in on them... WE'RE JUST FEELING TOO HIGH. HAHA.

The Quickest Blogskin So Far. [I've been tagged. UNWILLINGLY.]

2006-07-13T01:55:00.000+08:00

Yes. I completed this baby in 4 hours. My other blogskins took about 6-10 hours, the longest one being... hmm, I don't know, the disgusting pink one? That one had a lot of resizing to do.

This blogskin and its song currently describes my psychological state now.

So you get the idea.

I had my O'Level Chinese Oral this afternoon... it was one of the worst orals. The worst topic ever had to come out and I had to get stuck at it.

WHY IS 3E1 SO LUCKY?! Their question was so easy. Damn.

And tomorrow is hell.

So's the day after.

So don't disturb me.

The aftermath is something you'll wish to forget.

Anyway, I read Lisa's blog and got tagged by accident, because she did a quiz and tagged anyone who reads it. So I've got to lift the curse.

1. Do the following without complaint.
2. Choose 5 bloggers to do this upon completion.
3. Leave a tag on the 5 tagboards to announce he/she has been tagged.
4. Start your entry with "I've been tagged!" then do the following.

Favourites.
Colour: Black and green.
Food: Chocolate.
Song: I Just Fall In Love Again if I'm in a fatasy mood. This song you hear if I'm in a crappy one.
Movie: I don't know. So many crappy ones, so little decent ones.
Sport: Sleeping.
Day of the week: Saturday.
Season: Summer in Eastern Europe, Autumn in China, Winter in Singapore. I WISH.
Ice Cream: Chocolate and Cookies and Cream.

Currents.
Mood: Insomnia.
Taste: Saliva.
Clothes: Blue t-shirt + grandmothery flowery pants + underwear
Desktop: Blue background occupied by 95 shortcuts.
Toe nail colour: Nothing.
Surroundings: (Clockwise from front) Computer, printer, bookcases, antique sewing machine, double-decker bed, an old desk made by my late grandfather, wardrobe, door.
Annoyances: Everytime I shut my eyes to sleep Titanic plays in my head. I hate Miss Santhi for showing Titanic in class today, almost made me cry.
Thoughts: I can't sleep.

Firsts.
Best Friend: Actually a couple of them. Ferlina Tan, Catherine Lim (yes, she's in 3E3!), Kan Zi Yang and Alvin Goh.
Crush: When I was 11. I liked him only because he was the only damn idiot to laugh at my lame jokes.
Movie: Jurassic Park. Freaked me out as much as Titanic did.
Lie: MUMMY! JIAHONG BULLY ME!!!
Music: Qing Chun Wu Qu.

Lasts.
Cigarette: Never ever.
Drink: Water.
Car Ride: 7 am
Crush: 2002
Movie: Nanny McPhee.
Phone Call: Yesterday.
CD played: The Carpenters

Have you ever.
Dated one of your best friends: No.
Broken the law: Chewing gum?
Been arrested: No.
Skinny-dipped: I think I can wipe out an entire village by stripping in front of them.
Been on TV: Don't think so.
Kissed someone you don't know: No.

Things
5 you are wearing: T-shirt + Flowery Grandmothery Pants + Panties + Bra + Shit! No fifth item! Damn.
4 things you did today: Changed blogskin + Went for oral exam + homework + eat
3 things you can hear right now: Air-con + My brother + my internal monologue.
1 thing you do when you are bored: Sleep.

Tagged:
1. Nina
2. Dionne
3. Kristy
4. Eugene (to prevent him from deleting his blog, haha.)
5. Min Ling

Alright, done.

Gotta sleep.

Bye.

Leave the blog, close the browser, shut down the computer, pull out the plug, disconnect the cable, throw that damn thing out of the window and SLEEP.

2006-07-10T23:36:00.000+08:00

Finally something went my way.

ITALY WON

THE

WORLD CUP!

Yay.

Actually I support Italy for a very stupid reason.

I supported Italy because everybody else was supporting France.

When Brazil was out I wasn't surprised. I didn't have a good feeling for Brazil this year. Seven times lucky? Not likely.

Well, maybe I'll tell you guys a stupid World Cup joke, a slightly altered version of my Dad's. So here goes:

One day, three soccer teams went to God.

The Japan soccer team asked, "God, when will we win the World Cup?"

God said, "In 50 years."

The Japan team went home crying. "Looks like we might not see that happen in our lifetime," they cried.

Next was the Korean soccer team. They asked, "God, when will we win the World Cup?"

God said, "In 100 years."

The Korean went home crying. "Looks like we definitely won't be able to see that happen in our lifetime," they cried.

Last to approach God was Singapore. They asked, "God, when will we win the World Cup?"

Then God cried.

"Why do you cry, God?" asked the Singapore Team.

"Looks like I won't see that happen in my lifetime," God sobbed.

End of stupid joke. Haha.

Newsflash. Something didn't go my way now.

Man Tou was eliminated.

WAAA!

Shit man.

If Italy can win, why not Man Tou...?

Why?

WHY?!

Sigh...

Shitty Days

2006-07-09T22:55:00.000+08:00

Sigh.

I feel shitty.

Seriously shitty.

I thought my life would take in a different direction after the holidays when I resolve to be a better daughter to my parents.

It seems I might not be going anywhere after all.

Why is it that an expectation always look realistic until you set your heart to do it? It seems that setting your heart to do something would make the difficulty of it double and triple.

No Cs or Ds for exams. That sounds achievable. Until you say, "I'm the one to get all As and Bs."

Boom! Obstacle course.

Work hard. Work hard. Work hard.

I feel like slapping myself in the face man... work hard.

I can't stand it.

Everytime I confide in people about these academic woes I get standard replies.

"You really have to work hard."

"You must put in effort!"

"All things will turn out right as long as you perservere!"

"We're all going through the same shit lah..."

"Everybody's stressed."

"You need to practice."

"You have to finish your studies first, then you can move on to other things you like!"

Can I hear something less common?

Something more inspiring?

I am sick and tired and hungry and bored and downtrodden.

I want something new and good to happen.

Like... I don't know. Some millionaire is willing to pull me out of the education system and send me to a drama school for full time drama training. Or maybe someone to take me out of Singapore and fly me to some faraway land.

Or something that can make me grow up faster so that I can start my repertory theatre troupe ASAP...

Or marry somebody who can take me on a trip around the world... over sideways and under...

Like who will take me in the first place lor!

Stop dreaming, idiot.

Life is short you stupid whore.

2006-07-01T00:55:00.000+08:00

Took this thing from Kristy's blog:

The Girly Test.

My fingernails/toenails are almost always painted
During the summer pretty much the only shoes i wear are flip flops
My favourite toy as a child were barbies
My favourite color is purple
I did Gymnastics
I love skirts
Hollister is my favorite place to shop
Tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear
I love chocolate
I've never had a real job
TOTAL: 3/10

My hair is straightened
I have at least 8 friendster pictures
I usually go shopping once a week
I love to hang out with friends
I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace
I've gone to a tanning salon
Ive gone to the beach to tan - not to swim
I have at least 10 pairs of shoes
I watch either the OC or Laguna Beach
I change my icon weekly
TOTAL: 1/10

I wear a shower cap
I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic
My cell phone might as well become a part of me
I wear mascara everyday
I've been or am on a diet
Bathing suits are adorable
I dont know the difference between a sheep and a goat
Big sunglasses are hot
I have gotten my nails done
I own over 10 purses
TOTAL: 0/10

MTV is one of my favorite channels
All i want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys
I love to have other girls do my hair
I give and receive hugs from all my friends
I hate bugs, snakes, lizards, spiders
Carnivals are so fun
Summer is THE best season
My swimsuit has 2 pieces
I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor
Pianists are so hot
TOTAL: 0/10

You write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours
I am self-conscious
I cry often
My car smells like vanilla
My dishes get washed more then once a week
I don't do sports
I HATE to run
I squeal when i am surprised or angry
I eat dried fruit as a snack
I love romance novels
TOTAL: 3/10

Drew Barrymore is so cute
I dance a lot
I usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house
I only have like 5 billion hair products
I love to get dressed up
Every part of my outfit needs to match
I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends
I would love to have a photo shoot of myself
Price on clothes hardly matters
I apply lip gloss 50 times a day
TOTAL: 0/10

I wish i were a model
I wish i could meet Paris Hilton to slap her
I have been something that was slutty on halloween
I own Uggs
Hip Hop is the best music
I pop my collar
I like to be the center of attention
Guys with Mohawks are crazy
Horses are beautiful
I'd rather not pay attention in school
TOTAL: 1/10

Cats are adorable
I write my own music/song/lyric
I would love to visit Hawaii
Valentine's day!
I like White is better then black
I wouldn't be caught dead in all black
My closet is STOCK FULL of clothes
I hate the grunge look of a beard
I love to read gossip magazines
I love to gossip
TOTAL: 0/10 (because i don't understand what the crap this whole chunk is talking abut so yeah)

I had Lisa Frank folders, posters as a kid
I love Celine dion
My bubble baths are 2 hr long
My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned
My friends and i are in a strict group.
We mostly only hang out with each other
I like kids
Diet drinks are the best
Im all about being vegetarian
I refuse to eat at McDonald's
I check my friendster everyday
TOTAL: 0/10

I LOVE life
I have a lot of jewlery
Claires has cheap jewlery
My screen names have x's in them
Either one of my friendster profile has/had <3
I would never want to be the opposite sex
It's not what he/she said it's the way he/she said it
I have more than 3 pillows on my bed
I have a stuffed toy sleeping beside me
I love tidy and clean places
TOTAL: 0/10

GRAND TOTAL: 8/100

I'm not a girly girl. Please lah.

2006-06-27T20:42:00.000+08:00

The freakiest thing happened to me yesterday.

Yesterday morning, when I was at home, I stuck a finger in to dig my ear. I stuck my pinkie in and touched something synthetic.

I didn't know what it was, so I said, "Mum, there's something in my ear!"

"It's probably some earwax."

"No, Mum, it feels like metal."

And then my dad came. "Lemme take a look..."

Perhaps the lighting really sucks, 'cause my Dad thought it was a really huge piece of earwax.

"I'll help you get it out in no time."

He went upstairs and came back down with a pair of tweezers.

"Will this hurt?"

"No, this won't hurt one bit... OH MY NA MO AH MI TOR FOR..."

In his tweezers was...

A plastic stud.

How the hell did it get there, I have no idea, but I know it's been there for months... I remember waking up one morning a few months ago without my earring on... searched my bed and couldn't find it.

It must have been a really long time ago... there was even a thin coat of earwax over it.

And the luckiest thing is, we got it out early. The stick side was facing my eardrum... had I not realised it earlier and pushed it deeper I wouldn't be able to enjoy Cabaret and the Phantom of the Opera with my left ear!

And to think I brought it along with me to Europe... OH MY GOD.

Speaking of Europe, let's continue with my journey.

Day 6:
We are in Krakow, Poland! What did we do? Visited the Jewish Quarter! Where Schindler's List is filmed! But I don't really give a damn 'cause I've never seen the film before, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be interested. And the coach drove past Schindler's factory. And then we visited yet another cathedral, and went to the toilet, and more shopping. Bought chocolates. Lots of it. Of course we bought the local brands, what the hell do you fly a thousand miles to eat international brands for, when you can get them in your mama shop across the street. Wayne ate one whole bar by himself... AND THE SADDEST THING IS I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO EAT ANY. I fell sick in Hungary (I think) and had a sore throat. Got out of the shop, and saw Shuqian and his dad sitting outside, drinking beer and enjoying life. Went to say hi, and immediately Wayne and Shuqian went off to take pictures of pigeons. Sat down and chatted with his dad for a while and soon it was time to go for dinner and so we left. Tried to do that "Make the bloody birds fly by running through them" thing but the pigeons here have no fear of humans whatsoever. Dinner, don't talk about it, it's Chinese stuff again.

Day 7
Went to the least likely tourist destination... Auschwitz Concentration Camp.

Hmm. I be honest.

It's not the most frightening of war museums that I've ever seen.

Or maybe I'm so sadistic that stepping into the gas chamber doesn't evoke any feeling in me.

Or my imagination has run dry.

Aiyah... can't be bothered to type everything out lah, maybe my English journal on Auschwitz camp might give you a better idea?

Warning - Damn Cliched and Very Emotional.
Some Information May Not Be Accurate.

-

Many a time I have seen the compassionate side of humans; there are people in this world who truly care for the poor and the disabled, the old and the young, relieve them of their misfortunes and troubles in times of need.

Yet today, I learnt about the other side of humans, the evil, dark side, people who kill or torture other people out of misconceptions and distorted theories deduced from their prejudices and biases, or blame all social and financial dysfunctions of a nation to just one or a few races.

For today, I stepped into Auschwitz Camp in Poland, to find out what exactly happened on this end of the world during the Holocaust, a piece of history that Europeans of every creed and race will never forget.

During the Holocaust, this part of the earth was no longer known as earth. It was more like a living hell.

First, we visited the exhibitions in the museum. They were mainly facts and figures, but these were not enough to shock me until we reached the exhibitions that featured the sheer amount of shoes, pots and pans, shoe shines and suitcases, clothes and Jewish prayer shawls that Hitler’s men had stripped from the prisoners of the camp. And those were only a small percentage of the total number of belongings confiscated – many, many more were burnt in the last months of the Second World War, an attempt to destroy war evidence.

There was yet another exhibition, harrowing and touching, tragic and horrific.

As we walked down a corridor in one of the brick houses, I saw close to a hundred identification photographs of the prisoners, coming in sets of three (front, left and right side of a person’s face), each wearing a set of blue-and-white striped uniforms and with an identification number and name at the bottom. There were so many different faces – Jewish, Gypsies, Poles and Roma – and thus so many different identification numbers and names, yet they all wore the same expression, the same vacant expression, eyes wide open expectantly, lips numb with speechlessness. I could not help but think, what were they thinking? They probably had an inkling of the things that were about to happen, just that they did not know the proportion of the situation. Perhaps they did not see what was coming, they were merely shocked that they had to go through so many processes; they had forgotten why they ended up in this remote Polish town in the first place. Maybe some had found out, somehow, that their elderly parents or young children had been murdered in the gas chambers, and they were too traumatized to hope for anything else.

Soon we left the corridor and entered an exhibition room, all about the children in Auschwitz. First I noticed yet another group of identification photographs, this time of minors under 16, chosen for scientific experiments. Some, as the captions under the pictures stated, had survived Auschwitz; most others, however, died in the camp, were transferred to other concentration or death camps, or were never heard of ever again. Besides these identification photographs there were other pictures of the prisoners, starved to the bone, crippled with illnesses, barely an inch from death.

The tour guide began to narrate the tale of a boy who was fortunate enough to be liberated from the camp after the war, his reaction when he saw an old photo of himself in the camp, many years on:

“And now we see this picture of a 13-year-old boy who had been liberated from the camp. Many years after the war, when the boy came to visit Auschwitz, as a man, when it became a museum, he was told that the boy in the photo was him.
This man could not believe it. He at first denied that the boy was his younger self, until he realized that the identification number, tattooed on the boy’s leg, matched the one on his own leg, did he realize that he looked so emaciated and hollow at that age.”

It is not surprising why the man had denied that the boy in the photo was him; for in Auschwitz, there were no mirrors, and people did not want to believe it was them when they had seen their reflection in other reflective surfaces, choosing to believe that it was the face of another prisoner standing behind or beside them. Had I seen the reflection of a thin face with bulging eyes, sunken cheeks and purplish lips looking back at me in the window pane, I would not have believed that was my face, too.

We moved on to another section of Auschwitz camp – the camp’s prison, or a “prison within a prison”, for prisoners who disobeyed the German soldiers or were repeated offenders.

It was a strange feeling to step inside the plain-looking brick house. It looked just like any other building within the camp, yet it sent chills down my spine when I found out how many people had perished within these walls.

There were starvation chambers – rooms where prisoners were locked in and not given any food or water until they died. These rooms were not exactly small, but were empty except for a simple toilet, a hole in the floor, and a small window, a hole in the wall. The wooden door was heavy, and could only be opened or locked from the outside. Those who died in here died a long and slow death, for it often took days and weeks for them to starve slowly and bitterly to death. Some did try to keep their faith alive, and scratched out images of Jesus Christ on the wall, but ultimately their faith outlived their lives; though the prisoners were long gone, their etchings remain.

Then there were “four-men-chambers”, rooms that were no more than one square feet in area, the only entrance being a short gap at the bottom for prisoners to climb into. Four men were squeezed into these windowless chambers, with no space to sit, stretch, squat, or for that matter, do anything else but stand. There wasn’t even enough air to breathe – the weak ones collapsed first, dying of suffocation. The prisoners were shut in there for the entire night, sent to work like the others the next day, and then sent back to the chamber by night, having to endure this inhumane treatment over and over again until one by one the men fell. It is not an overstatement to say that it was better to die faster.

After visiting the prison, we headed for the place that signifies doom and instant death: the gas chamber and crematorium.

The gas chamber was about 25 metres by 3 metres, dark and empty with only patched-up holes in the ceiling. In this room died tens of thousands of innocent people, usually children below 16 who were not chosen for experiments, the elderly, the disabled, the mentally unsound and people who simply looked ugly and deformed. The crystallized form of Cyclone-B were poured in from the holes in the ceiling, and when reacted with water, released a poisonous gas. This poisonous gas froze the lungs of a human being, making it hard for one to breathe and thus killing a person by suffocation.

That was how tens of thousands of men, women and children died.

After seeing the gas chamber, the tour group leader led the group for a minute of silence. As the minute went by, I began to see it all unfold. Old men feeling exhausted, leaning against the wall, their lungs seizing up. Young children were gasping for air, using whatever strength and breath they have left to cry for their mothers, old women trying their best to calm the youngsters down, but they were struggling to live as well.

Minutes later, the children quieted down, the elderly spoke no more, and the handicapped people could not feel anymore pain.

All was quiet.

When we were done with the gas chamber, the tour guide directed us to the Birkenau camp, a short bus ride away.

It is hard to believe, at first sight, that this is where the Nazis had tortured thousands of prisoners. Even if you were not sent to the gas chambers, a few weeks in here would ensue your death by hunger, diseases, overwork and sheer torture. Young, fit and strong people came in here but were all reduced to skin and bone in a matter of weeks – one Jewish woman weighed seventy kilogrammes upon arrival, yet when she was rescued she was only twenty-five kilogrammes, withered, wasted and badly exhausted.

It was time for us to say goodbye to this place of tragedy and death. As I got on the bus, I couldn’t help but look at Birkenau and Auschwitz one more time – and tell myself, this world had once been a terrible place no one wanted to be.

-

Are tears running down your acne-plagued face? Do you find mucus dripping on your keyboard?

I think I read too much Joy Luck Club.

Oh yeah. So that was Auschwitz. And then it's off to Prague (pronounced as "PRAHG", it should sound like the noise a pair of splitting pants make), Czech Republic! (It's pronounced as "Check", as in "Czech out that hot babe".) Sigh... stupid Ricky had to tell us how Prague has the most number of ghosts per square kilometre... and to make things worse the hotel made me think it was one of those haunted hotels... Czech out my English journal on this... (yes, I'm running out of ideas, that's why I write lame stuff like that to pacify OW.)

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“… and Prague has more ghosts per square kilometre than any other city!” my tour guide said as we bumbled along an expressway in Prague, Czech Republic, tired and fatigued from some 10 hours on the road from Krakow.

“These Czech people… they love to scare tourists, yeah? They organise good ghost tours. You will definitely see a ghost!” he said triumphantly as he caught sight of my younger cousin’s amazed expression.

“Really?” my cousin wondered aloud.

“Yes. Even if you don’t see a real ghost, a fake one will come out and scare you out of your skin!”

The coach was instantly filled with laughter.

“Ghosts,” I said. “The very thing to make up my night… what if we’re staying in a haunted hotel?”

“One in a million chances,” my father replied. “Do you think the ghosts will just haunt anyone?”

“There is a reason why I’m scared. Some ghosts can hurt you or even kill you!” I shivered.

“Nah,” my cousin chuckled, “they’ll think twice about haunting an elephant like you!”

All through the journey to the hotel I kept hoping we would be staying in a ghost-free hotel. As a traveller I would of course want my stay in Prague to be pleasant – who wants to have to wrestle with a foul poltergeist every night before bed?

Thirty minutes later the coach pulled over at the driveway of a ten-storey building. A faulty, flashing neon sign read, “Top Hotel – Praha ”.

“Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! Top Hotel!” the tour guide said cheerfully. “Have a good night’s sleep – and if there’s anything out of the ordinary, just call the concierge!”

I remembered my cousin telling me how poorly lit buildings are at night in Czech Republic. Well, she was absolutely right. Only the lobby was bright; the corridors and the shops were all dark and gloomy.

After checking-in my grandmother and I headed for our room. Obviously I couldn’t wait for daytime to arrive, when we reached the walkway leading to our room, I hesitated for a moment.

The walkway was totally dark. The only source of light was from the street lamp outside the window. Would I ever dare to step in there… only to find something lurking in the pitch of blackness?

Apparently my grandmother could tell that I was being paranoid, and said, “You stupid girl, just turn on the light!”

And she promptly hit the switch, and, like a gas stove, the lamps jumped to life, one by one, down the walkway.

We located our room, 302, second last room at the end of the walkway. I couldn’t imagine walking down such a scary walkway for another night. I would gladly head straight for Berlin tomorrow morning so that I wouldn’t have to face one more night down this walkway!

I slot the key card in, and pushed the door open. It let out an extremely loud creak, just like the kind of door-creaking sound you would hear in any clichéd horror movie. I didn’t even dare to push the door wide open; I just left it ajar and stuck my hand in to feel for the light switch.

“You stupid girl! What are you doing,” asked my grandmother.

“Trying to turn on the light,” I replied.

“Ah, let me do it,” said my grandmother irritably. “So wishy-washy!”

So my 70-year-old grandmother opened the door and pushed the switch. Only two lights were on, one wall lamp each in the bedroom and the bathroom.

My fear of the dark gripped me. Is that all the light we’re going to get, I thought.

As I inspected the room, I found two table lamps in the midst of dimness. I turned both on. And I looked around for more sources of light, like a moth trying to look for the moon.

The doorway was still dark. I looked around for a lamp, and found a ceiling light above my head. I flicked a switch. Nothing happened. I tried again.

I sighed. The light bulb needed fixing!

“Why did you turn on all the lights?” my grandmother inquired, as though I was up to something fishy.

“Didn’t you hear what Ricky said? Prague has more ghosts per square kilometre than any other city! That means at any one time there could be a ghost in this room – AH!”

The lampshade of one of the table lamps suddenly popped out of place. I was almost certain there was poltergeist activity in the room!

Both my grandmother and I froze for a second. Then my grandmother calmly picked up the lampshade, examined it, and found the problem.

“See,” she pointed, “The light bulb burnt a hole in the lampshade. That’s why it fell out of place!”

Honestly I wasn’t quite convinced. This room just gave me a bad feeling, especially the weak lighting, the old creaky furniture, and the oddly silent atmosphere.

“Please, wash up and sleep, young lady, we need to get up at seven tomorrow!” my grandmother nagged.

I peered into the bathroom. It was only slightly larger than the four-men-chambers I had seen earlier that day when we toured Auschwitz Concentration Camp .

Thinking of what I had seen at Auschwitz made me frightened again. I decided to shower with the bathroom door open.

I sat on the toilet bowl and started my monologue to “ghosts” whom I assume to be lurking around.

“I’m just a little girl with her grandmother… I’m sure you won’t hurt me, right? We won’t bother you for long, we’ll only be here for two nights, I promise!”

And the monologue continued as I showered.

“Yes, I enjoyed my tour of Eastern Europe so far, I love the architectural styles an all… simply enchanting and twice as inspiring! Oh, and the food… well, a bit too much protein but nevertheless good…”

And even as I brushed my teeth.

“The weather’s been good, not much of a rain, plenty of sunshine, yet it isn’t all sweltering heat like Singapore… neither is it humid to the extent that you’ll feel sticky all over after sweating. Hopefully you guys will bless us with good weather tomorrow, eh?”

When I brushed my teeth or combed my hair, I didn’t even dare to look at the mirror, for fear of seeing an image or an orb of light running past me. I didn’t look at the television, worried that it will switch on by itself. I avoided looking at the window, the ceiling, the wall, the cupboard… so I generally avoided looking at anything at all, so I shut my eyes and tried to sleep.

“Rat-a-tat-a-tat!”

My eyes sprang open.

“Rat-a-tat-a-tat!”

Something was rattling at the door. A ghost!

“Rat-a-tat-a-tat!”

“My dear girl, someone’s at the door, why don’t you take a look?” said my grandmother.

“Erm…”

“Go, my dear.”

“Rat-a-tat-a-tat!”

I mustered up my courage, and walked towards the dark doorway.

I reached for the doorknob and turned.

I pushed the door open, and got the shock of my life.

“AAAARRGH!!” I screamed.

“AAAARRGH!!” he screamed, too.

Outside my room stood a thin, lanky man with the thickest spectacles I had ever seen in my life, and with crazy, wiry hair, musty-looking overalls, carrying a big blue toolbox and a ladder.

It was the repairman! Visiting me at half past two in the morning!

“Your dress is ‘ideous!” he groaned with disgust, in his funny Czech accent.

“What are you doing at my room at two thirty in the morning?” I questioned.

“To fix your light bulb? Someone requested for a new light bulb.”

“Well, I didn’t request for a new light bulb, but ours wasn’t working in the first place…”

“I’ll fix zat for you!” he replied cheerfully.

With that, he placed his ladder under the broken ceiling light, took out the faulty one and put a new on in its place. He flicked on the switch, and it worked!

“Thanks!” I said happily. “But please do something about your hair, people get a fright seeing you at night!”

“No problem!” he replied. “But pleeze do somefink about your dress, I almost electrocuted meself looking at zat ‘ideous thing you’re vearing!”

We both laughed, and he left, walking down the walkway and turning round the corner.

I shut the door and went back to bed.

“See,” my grandmother said to me. “No such thing as ghosts!”

“Yeah,” I thought. “No such thing as ghosts!”

-

Parts of it are not true, of course. I don't wear horrible nightdresses and actually to be exact the repairman came at 12 midnight, just as we were about to sleep, and he didn't voluntarily fix the light for us, we called for him.

Ah well, can't stay long... my dad's scoding me again. I don't want tonight to end in tragedy again.

Good night!

2006-06-20T01:34:00.000+08:00

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I can be beheaded and still survive? Man the guillotine loves me.

2006-06-20T00:53:00.000+08:00

Okay, enough complaining, now let's go on to the tour.

Yes, where did I previously stop?

Yep, Day 2... see if I can remember.

Day 2:
After that we went to the city centre of Vienna, it's free time!

Went to see this cathedral, can't remember the name because I visited too many cathedrals and churches, practically one in every city we stopped at. Ricky said there was the mummified hand of one of the kings in Austria, but there was no sign of that thing. But it's a scary looking cathedral, as are all other Gothic cathedrals I've seen.

Tried to take pictures but kept producing fuzzy, blurry ones. Maybe my fingers are unsteady, it happens to every picture I take in dark places. There's no point in having a professional camera if you don't have professional fingers.

Then we went into the shoe boutique. The baby Converse shoes are so CUTE. And the women's section... the largest shoes are twice the length of my feet.

After all the shoemania (which ended in empty hands), my mum and my aunt went off to the cafe to look for my grandmothers and Wayne, safe in the hands of Santa Ricardo, while Dad and I went to get ice-cream. Safest option: Chocolate. Never disappoints. My dad decided to be more adventurous and chose an unknown flavour.

"Hmm. Dad, what flavour is that?"
"You know what, I have no idea."
"Try it... maybe you'll be able to tell from there."

*Dad licked.*

"So what is it?"
"Sour... a bit salty... one thing's for sure."
"Yeah?"

*pauses momentarily.*

"No idea."

Lol. And then we had CHINESE dinner. CHINESE, for god's sake, when you're in EUROPE. I'm very very pissed off by the idea. But I have no choice, there are people who don't adapt so readily to the local cuisine... so the non-conformist suffers.

And I guess smoke flew out of my nostrils, ears, eyes and mouth when I heard that we will be blessed with at least one chinese meal EVERY DAY.

Like that, I rather go China or Taiwan, man.

Not that I have something against Chinese food. I absolutely love Chinese food. It's just that when you're in a place like Austria you'll lose your appetite for Chinese cuisine. Furthermore, the Chinese food is ANGMOHNISED. You're talking about protein overload, five meat dishes, only one has some vegetable elements, and soup which is more often that not cooked with meat and served the way the angmohs are used to - BEFORE the meal.

FOR GOD'S SAKE! SOUP BEFORE MEAL. My ancestors are going to flip in their graves man.

That's just like having beef steak at every meal you presume to be Western.

After the unappetising dinner (which also consists of Kungpo chicken that isn't even spicy), my mum, my aunt, Wayne and I went to watch a musical recital at this old mansion. Entertaining... but not really what I expected. But that's not the main point.

I finished a full glass of sparkling wine by myself. For the first time.

And I began to feel hot. Yeah, like chilli padi like that ah.

Almost thought I was swimming in the Danube river when they played the Beautiful Blue Danube.

My heart was racing like mad even though I was just sitting down to listen to some 17th century tunes that are anything but exciting.

No wonder people become horny after drinking too much alcohol.

I was still feeling sibeh juah when I left the hall... but getting out of the mansion and walking to the coach was bloody murder.

So damn cold you know! Around 20 degrees celsius like that, lagi feel like -20 degrees. My teeth were chattering like mad as people took off their jackets to enjoy the cool air. I think even my brothers in Singapore can hear my teeth go, "Gak-gak-gak-gak-gak" across the street.

The moment I got on the bus, 20 degrees become 20 times 20 degrees again. Sibeh juah. But by then I was already very dizzy. I leaned on my father and tried to sleep.

I don't know how I actually managed to get my cranium off my father's arm and transport myself up to my hotel room.

But I fell asleep faster than I can say, "Ahma, wake me up when you're done!"

...

...

...

MY FIRST HANGOVER!!!

All I needed was a glass of sparkling wine.

Day 3:
The transit day from Vienna, Austria to Budapest, Hungary. It's a long way, baby, but we went on our first optional tour (places that aren't on the list but the group may visit if time permits): Santendra.

Before we head there, Attila, our Hungarian coach driver (affectionately known as Ah Di) went to pick up his wife and kids. Lovely woman with a beautiful 15-year-old daughter (you can see her picture at Shuqian's blog) and a football fan of a 12-year-old son.

So we reached Santendra and had lunch at Elisabeth Cafe (Ah Di's recommendation): It's fish soup and beef goulash on the menu. But it's such a hearty serving... so as much as I enjoyed the soup and the steak I ate too much and left with a nauseous feeling. The service was a tad too slow and inefficient. But then again, there were those irritating tai-tais who kept changing their orders and making the poor waitress so confused over who's having esspresso and who's having cappuccino.

And off we go, our Hungarian shopping spree. Well not really. Went to this Marzipan Museum full of Marzipan figures.

Marzipan. Tastes. Horrible.

No sweet on earth can compete with chocolate.

But anyway, the marzipan figures are nice. There was this life-sized marzipan Michael Jackson. Too bad they didn't give him a marzipan nose job. Thank god they bleached his skin though.

There was a huge lovely marzipan wedding cake! Of course I'll never eat it because marzipan tastes like shit with sugar and almond but it works wonders for the eyes. If the theme allows I'll want that cake for my wedding.

Ahh... checked in at Hotel Budapest just before dinner. It's this round cylindrical building... with one of the loveliest bathrooms! But it turns nasty later... see below.

Dinner was a Hungarian dinner, complete with song and dance items. The food is so salty, but the performances and the ambience was great. And there were items where people were pulled out to do stupid stuff, what with pulling guys out and making them "kiss" under a veil... well not really kiss, just a fake-kiss, and my father had to drink wine and dance around blindfolded without knocking over any glass bottles. And the girls can really shriek... YEEE-YAAH!

And now about the lovely but nasty shower.

When the tap is turned out, watter runs from the tap itself. Pulling a trigger will make water come out of the shower head.

I turned on the tap... pulled the trigger... didn't work.

So I tried again. Twist and turn, push and pull... still buay sai.

Never mind. Use full force...

PIANG!

The trigger fell off and it's raining in Budapest.

I ran out with a towel and my mother went in with an umbrella to shut the tap and fix the trigger.

I made up for this mistake by lining the whole bathroom with bath towels to prevent my grandmother from slipping and falling.

After I managed to wash up without getting caught in another Hungarian rain I slept.

Day 4:

Went to see another cathedral. I'm not joking. Another Gothic cathedral. But the view of the city was so damn good from up there (the cathedral was on a hill). Went to Gellert Hill for 15 minutes to shoot more photos of the Budapest skyline.

After that, MORE free time. Shopping time. Bought this top. Can't remember how much. Sounds like a bimbo yeah?

Then we sat at the cafe for a cuppa... and learnt that Man Tou got in for Oldies' Night. Yay!

And dinner... Chinese food again. This time decided to boycott the dinner. Ate only a slice of orange. Don't mean to be like this but I really have no mood to eat stupid rubbishy un-authentic Chinese stuff when I'm in a place so far away from the nearest Chinese wedding dinner. But yeah I suffered later.

Cruise trip along the Beautiful Blue Danube... Aaahh!!!! The weather was a bit threatening but the sunset was so awe-inspiring. All shades of orange, yellow and pink imaginable. Oh my Santa Maria.

The air was cold (but that's because I didn't feel like wearing a jacket) and was made even more colder by the glass of Coke I was holding (Took only a sip of champagne! I swear!), but the view of the city (illuminated) was so breathtaking. AAH! I'm HUNGARY for more.

And boy am I hungry. Growl.

Started to rain a few seconds before docking. Growl. Suddenly all the people in the top deck start to siam to the lower floor. Growl. I siammed a bit earlier. GROWLROWLROWL.

Supper: Instant noodles. No ter-gwa.

Day 5:
It's bye bye Budapest and hello Krakow in Poland via Slovakia. Nothing much except travelling. In Slovakia we stopped for lunch at this, well, what's supposed to be a ski resort in winter. Lots of flowers in all the unexpected places. The simplest lunch so far. Crackers (Khong Guan one some more) and tuna (Ayam brand chilli tuna siah! Thanks, Ricky!)... remnants of a super-sweet chocolate cake (first time I betrayed my love for chocolate) and what, this sibeh fat pork sausage with chilli oil.

Okay enough. Went to Wielizca Salt Mine. It's just like any other underground mine except you mine for the salt you see on your chips rather than the gold you see in Lee Hwa Jewellery. As Ricky promised, the walls indeed are SALTY. And there's graffiti on the wood colummns. They actually wrote "Ward Cup 2006". Where hospitals compete against each other how many patients they can kill in 45 minutes. Stethoscope for a foul. You get sent off the pitch with a syringe. Lame.

There was this cathedral (Yes another cathedral) within the mine itself. They actually carved out the sculptures with the rock... and they can even hang chandeliers made with salt crystals!

There was "The Last Supper" by Leonardo da Vinci (or Dee Vanchee as Ricky calls him)
carved in the wall. Impressive.

Took a group photo.

Dinner. Cheesy Chinese stuff again.

Continue next time. Will upload pictures if my father manages to move them to the PC.

QINOBE IS OUT! YAY!

2006-06-19T21:53:00.000+08:00

Life sucks the moment I head for Singapore.

First of all, the plane ride from Doha to Singapore starts at 12+ am (Doha time) and it's SEVEN AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS.

And then, I couldn't sleep at all. Everybody in the plane were snoring away while I watched Brokeback Mountain.

Brokeback Mountain is... dumb... Jack Twist confessed that he can't get high on one or two fucks a year with Ennis Del Mar.

"I wish I knew how to quit you."

Oh god... it's just so dumb I'm beginning to wonder how the hell did it get nominated so many times. This only affirms my hypothesis that:

"Blockbusters, Academy Award winners and critically-acclaimed movies are dumb movies."

Brokeback aside, I did almost break my back trying to run to and fro, passing messages like, "Mama said stay where you are!" and "Go and help with the luggage!"

And then out of the six checked-in luggage three were mishandled.

And then when I turned on my handphone after charging to try and vote for my brother, my SMS was barred and I couldn't make calls.

Dang, people, I'm UNCONTACTABLE again until the next bills arrive.

And even if there's no problem with SMS and calling, my phone just went retarded. The vital keys are retarded.

Argh. And now I'm being bossed around.

When is this going to end?

Answer: When I go to Europe again. ALONE.

2006-06-19T03:36:00.000+08:00

I'm in DOHA, QATAR.

Going to balik kampong.

Sian leh.

I want to be on holiday forever... don't miss Singapore leh.

The weather in Eastern Europe so nice, everyday the temperature like aircon room like that, 20+ degrees.

The view so nice.

The houses so pretty.

The toilet so clean.

The people so friendly.

Attila so good driver.

My grandmothers so good grandmothers.

Wayne so good clown.

Life is so good.

I DON'T

WANT TO

GO HOME

AH!!

Sian.

Doha very hot sial!!! 38 degrees celsius. AT NIGHT.

Sigh. Boarding soon.

Bye, Europe.

*waa.*

2006-06-15T05:05:00.000+08:00

HELLO!!
I'm in HOTEL CHOPIN, KRAKOW, POLAND.
And tomorrow I'm going to Auswich(sp) concentration camp... quite scared leh, wait I see 3 million Jewish ghosts staring at me... Anyway, here are the highlights of my Europe trip so far:

Day 1
Woke up 3.50am. Hungry. Eat crossoint(sp). Drink water. Go airport. Kena small shock when I see Shuqian at the check in for my flight. Kena slightly bigger shock when he told me he's heading for Vienna as well. Kena bigger shock when I see him sit behind me in the plane. Kena si beh big shock when he told me he's in the same tour group.
COINCIDENCE SIAL!
Anywho, this day damn sian one, fly to Doha in Qatar, eat fried chicken, then fly to Vienna. We were in the air for at least 15 hours, and also had a 2-hour stop between the two flights. By the time we reached Vienna we were damn shacked and damn tired. So we checked in to Hotel Burgenland (Maybe you can call it Hotel Burgerland), and SLEEP.
People who are with me:
- one father,
- one mother,
- two grandmothers,
- one aunt,
- and one pesky irritating but nevertheless cute kid cousin, Wayne.

Day 2:
1st place of interest: Schonbrunn Palace. Once the home of the King of Austria. Big, majestic and beautiful. But the weather was bad when we first arrive. Then after we toured the interior, we went outside and poof! The rain vanished! Ricky's (the tour guide who look like tua ee long like that) "Santa Maria" song worked. Took some good photos siah. Nah, hor ler kua for yourself.

The Unfathomable Lamer, wishing she was the Queen of Austria.

Any dog would have wished for a backyard like that.

Wayne. Does he look like he's 10?

... nah, in Austria he looks like he's five. I can wear kids' apparel here, ya know? And I'm not skinny!

Now you see her... (my mum)

... now you don't.

And now you see her again, thirty years on. (my mother's mother.)

When a couple is making out...

... never try to interfere as the 3rd party!

We spent the rest of the day taking pictures at this I-forgot-what-it's-called place, but it has a great big statue of Maria Theresa and her people, and a museum on either side of the square.

Maria Theresa and her darlings.

On one side...

On the other...

"Saaaannnttaaa.... Maaaaaarriiiiiaaaaa...!"

There was some band competition, kana SYF like that, taking place somewhere in that area... then we see this band preparing for competition...

And out of the blue we see this cute little boy!! He's supposed to carry the band's sign or something during the parade.

We caught the parade later on the streets... so nice! All the different bands from all over Austria, playing their signature tunes and what with their colourful costumes, uniforms and all... spectacular. Wish you people were there.

Weup, I need to go, morning call 6.30am leh! Bye!

2006-06-06T23:54:00.000+08:00

No wonder Ms Ilan wanted us to form groups of 4-6 to make a 10-min short film.

BECAUSE LIFE IS DIFFICULT WITH 9 MEMBERS DOING A 20-MIN FILM!

Lisa is uncontactable.

Wanzhen and Minling off to clean birdshit in Jurong Bird Park.

Sherilyn also uncontactable.

Cassandra's got something on at school.

So in the end there was only Cinny, Aw Su and me. And Clarice came after Aw Su left.

Discuss what crap?!

After a while Ian and this Ernest or whatever his name is came in.

And they're so irritating... boys...

Talking crap, distracting people...

Playing the stupid Da Chang Jin song... what the fuck...

Aiyoh.

In the end Clarice and I couldn't take it anymore, and we left Cinny there to handle the boys while we head off to her house.

Spend the afternoon there and did mostly talking. But I like spending afternoons talking to people. Keeps my buccal cavity alive.

Yup that's all.

2006-06-05T17:12:00.000+08:00

GOD IS ON OUR SIDE!

HAHAHAHAHA!

BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!

FIRE PREVENTION SKIT COMPETITION PRELIMINARY ROUNDS IS POSTPONED TO 30TH OF JUNE!

HAHAHAHAHA!

(EL members please take note that there will be NO practice tomorrow or next week)

(But please go home and practice and memorise.)

(Stop slacking.)

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I love Kara Janx (Project Runway Season 2) ONLY for ONE thing:

"Daniel Franco. If you ever get me out of this competition, I'M GONNA SNIP YOUR PEEPEE OFF."

Now that's what I call Project Runway.

I MISS SEASON ONE!

SANTINO IS A JERK!

FUCKING JERK!

CHEAP JERK!

STUPID JERK!

JERK, JERK, JERK!

*readers jerk on the spot as though they're suffering from hypothermia*

NO, NOT YOU FLOBBERWORMS, THAT FUCKING FLOBBERWORM CALLED SANTINO ~~RICE~~ 饭桶!!!

I'm not all positive about Daniel Franco (even though we used to share the same fringe)but he doesn't deserve to be out!

And Diana Eng is cute. Just tell her to talk louder.

Santino SUCKS.

Emmett McCarthy is horrendous. But for one moment you rocked, because you made Santino cry like a baby.

Santino SUCKS.

Nick Verros, OHMYGOD.

Santino SUCKS.

Okay, I'll stop ranting. Divert your attention to Superband later and vote hard for MT.

SB WILL BE OUT.

Sooner or later lah.

2006-06-02T01:11:00.000+08:00

New skin again! I think I change blogskins a bit too frequently... but I get bored of clothes after wearing them for too long, so it's the same with blogskins, I can't stick to one skin all the time!

This skin + the Save Me skin (see my cousin's blog) are two big breakthroughs in my skinning... erm, hobby. Ah, not a hobby... a... ah fine, we'll just call it a hobby. I've learnt to use clickies! With some reference to Clarice's creations, I must really thank her... if not for her skins (which I downloaded from blogskins.com), I'd never figure out how people can click on stuff and not get redirected to another web page.

And of course, I will never ever forget Wei Ning and Kristy, they're my benefactors in skinning. They initiated me, baptised me and educated me on blogging and skinning.

*On one hand, skinning sounds like some cruel process whereby you skin people alive... ouch.*

And Disney/Pixar, Finding Nemo was like the climax of their collaboration... followed by The Incredibles... preceding Finding Nemo was Monsters Inc... I guess that was about when 3D animation was starting to get noticed, when many companies began jumping on the bandwagon.

I will never forgive Disney for shutting down their cel animation department! And if they ever break ties with Pixar I'm not going to forgive them either.

Enough about Disney and Pixar, now about my life.

It's MY pensive you're looking at, you stupid flobberworm.

Listen to me, you cheap bastard.

I've been having weird dreams.

These few months I've been dreaming of people who have passed on. Sometimes, they're alive, sometimes, they're already gone.

I've been dreaming of funerals and caskets.

I dreamt that my trip was cancelled.

I dreamt that the O Levels have been carried forward and we're supposed to take it this year.

I dreamt that I was falling off... I don't know, just falling, falling, falling, not knowing where I fell off from, not knowing where or when I'm going to hit the ground.

I dreamt that I was married to a man whom I loved in my dream but never met in life.

I even dreamt of my father's grave. And I was smashing my head against it. I woke up crying, my heart racing as though I've been running ten 2.4s non-stop.

But the freakiest dream of all occured on the 49th day of my uncle's death.

I dreamt that my whole family had died. Father, mother, brothers and I. Together. Unknown causes.

We became spirits. I followed my family's bodies all the way to the mortuary, and we all looked like we were just sleeping. Our lips are still red, cheeks rosy.

Somehow things changed, and I dreamt of the funeral. Five coffins lay, side by side. My father's was in the middle, my mother's and mine on one side, my brothers' on the other. People of all sorts came to see us, people I knew, people I didn't, people I knew my family knew but I never knew.

Nobody cried, nobody broke down. It was so peaceful, like we were going to somewhere where things are going to be great, on the condition that we give up whatever great things we have on earth. My family and I, then spirits, were somehow glad to know that people did not think of our deaths as a sad thing or a happy thing, just a time where we are once again separated by a thin line between one world and another. For haven't we been trapped in the same lingo before we came to be?

It was the most peaceful funeral I've ever seen in my life.

The dream fast-forwarded again, and I can't remember anything until the day our coffins were cremated.

My dad's was the first. As his coffin burnt, his image shone and glimmered, brighter and brighter, until he disappeared with a whoop of joy.

Next was my mum's. She did look nervous at first, but before she disappeared, she said, "It'll be okay - we'll meet again!".

And then my eldest brother began to glow. He, too, disappeared, with a jolly laugh.

My second brother was a little apprehensive. But soon he accepted it, and he said to me, "You're next!"

As my coffin burned, I wonder, will it hurt? But no, I only noticed when the light from my heart is piercing my eyes. But it was a good feeling. It was like dragging a few hundred pounds of weight for miles and miles, and suddenly, the weights disappear. I floated, and I became so light I think even hydrogen is heavier that me.

Suddenly, all I could see was the glimmering light that engulfed me and my family. And I was brought to another place - I recognised it at once, my home! And my parents and brothers, they were standing at the front gate, waiting for me.

I ran into their arms, crying and laughing, just happy that it's all over. Our lives may not be complete, but it was a good feeling to die. It was a good feeling to be back home. It was one of the few dreams that subvert reality so much, it actually has the possibility of being reality itself.

For all we know, this might what death looks like.

Lame dream, isn't it?

But hey, it's my pensieve you're looking at, you stupid flobberworm.

2006-05-31T21:33:00.000+08:00

School's out! Well, not really.

I missed Task 4 today! But even if I realised on time I wouldn't have gone... I'm just too tired! I slept away three-quarters of the day. the remaining time was spent on A maths. I didn't realise the 5-year series was so easy.

So it's Zhonghua that's high in standard!

But anyway, I'll just complete my homework bit by bit... bit too much, yes, but what can I do? It's not exactly a holiday wasting your life away for 30 whole days.

That's right! Spend it on relaxation!

But do you call going back to school for titration practical RELAXATION?

Or going back for rehearsals where the Sec 1 boys are simply unmanagable, and the others lack some initiative?

Well, yeah, I'm going to relax for 11 days, in the relaxation paradise of the world!

That's right! It's Eastern Europe! (Finally!)

Been waiting for years, really... I've always had a dream to travel, and going to Europe is a milestone in my life. Sounds stupid and materialistic, but you'd get sick of it if half the time you're overseas is in China. But I do remember spending one whole month in Suzhou and Shanghai when my dad was there for work... I was five then. While my father worked at his office the chauffeur, Xiao Zhou, drove us north south east west... in search of fun. The amusement park was fun... it was a very crowded place then, but when I visited it again when I was 11, the park was falling into disrepair and there wasn't much of a crowd. I think by then the Chinese are already rich enough to go to Disneyland in California, they didn't have to stick to a local amusement park where Yao Ming could've easily towered over the Ferris Wheel... Nah, that was an overstatement.

About Malaysia... I have been to Malaysia many times in my childhood, mostly to Genting, sometimes to wedding dinners. But the trip that really made me discover the holidaying paradise in Malaysia was when I went to this... ah, forgot the name of the destination but it was a little resort by a lake in Trengganu. The little huts were modest, simple but comfortable, and offered really good views of the lake and the mangrove swamp. And half the hut was on stilts, over the water! And of course, did the usual stuff you would in a holiday resort, but the highlight was the boat ride through the lake. The waters weren't exactly what you call clear (there was a dead pig in the water - you call that clear?) but there was much wildlife to see. And we stopped at a water hut, and we had lunch there... local cuisine, if I remember. As in, it's exactly what the locals eat, not some hobnosh recipe hotels create to fool you into thinking that's the local flavour, the dishes simply said, "This is what the locals eat everyday".

I decided not to watch Grease... now, if you're so urious as to ask, why a theatre junkie like me would ever miss Grease, it's because of the location.

SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM! What were they thinking?!

The last time I've been there was Phua Chu Kang the Musical where my dad's colleague was part of the cast, and Singapore Indoor Stadium is the worst location to hold a musical. Ever.

The sound system is horrendous; the lighting, awful. I can actually see the shadows of the choir behind the backdrop, throw in the conductor as well! While it's good for rock concerts, it's generally a very poor location to hold a musical, especially when you have to concentrate on audiences from all four or three corners, if you set the stage on one side. It's hard for actors to focus, and difficult for the audience to watch as well. Grease, it's a good musical, and it's such a waste to have it at Singapore Indoor Stadium. It should at least be performed at a proper theatre. Kallang theatre is just a few metres away! Please!

I would still want to watch it, if it's in a better location.

Looking forward to Cabaret! And it's by a local theatre company! Must support!

2006-05-16T02:02:00.000+08:00

Yep, it's me again.

Apparation Problems, featuring Harry James Potter and Dobby the House Elf.

Honestly, I know all three voices belong to Neil but he's really good at disguising his voice... except many people already know what his voice sounds like.

Best moment:

Harry: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGHH -
Dobby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGHH -
Both: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! *pop*

Enjoy.

Buay Tah Han Ah!

2006-05-16T00:14:00.000+08:00

I was watching the results show for Superband QF5... really, really, really, really, really buay tah han.

First of all, congrats to Man Tou, at least you guys didn't have to go through the trauma you guys did last week. But it's not you that I cannot tah han.

It's XIA RI FENG.

Please lah, lowest score in the entire history of Superband! Still can stay in competition!! 19/40 SIAL!! How many bottles of Felixes did you people guzzle? Before the eliminated group was announced, Xia Ri Feng and Lucify were the ones left standing... and then my dad said, if Xia Ri Feng ever ever get in Lucify will really jump floor. In the end, Lucify really need to find UOB Plaza to jump already. WHAT THE FUCK!

Here are ten reasons why Xia Ri Feng should be out pretty damn soon.

1. The ladies really really really really really really abso-bloody-fucking-lutely cannot sing.

2. Out of the three gents only one can sing decently.

3. Out of all five members only one can dance properly.

4. Out of all the groups so far they have the blurrest and most undefined image and style. What's your style, pronto? First hip-hop, then teenybopper, then R&B, now what?

5. Horrible, horrible dress sense. You don't need stiff-looking Victorian get-ups to please the world if you can at least sing without trembling.

6. Consistently bad performance, absolutely no improvement at all. They haven't been scoring well right from the start.

7. They lack the X-factor. Let's be really critical - to succeed in the music industry, you'll need good looks, strong vocals, well-defined style, stiking image and a good relations. They probably only have good relations to last so long in the competition; they don't look really good, they really sing absymally, their style isn't well-defined and their image doesn't seem striking enough. They really lack the X-factor.

8. Which leads to my 8th point - they're telling people the message that with good relations, everything will succeed, and you don't need talents. Sure, that's democracy to you, but can you survive on just popularity when, let's face it, you really don't have a flair for singing? Superband, after all, is largely on the vocals. You can't even sing. What's the point?

9. They make the judges look stupid. But that isn't quite valid since they've already given scores that are low enough without losing their dignity.

10. XIA RI FENG JUST SUCKS. Let other more talented, I repeat, MORE TALENTED bands compete. Lucify's score is at least eight points higher. They don't sing that well but at least they sing better than you. You must really have temples and temples of super-devoted worshippers grovelling at your feet.

Xia Ri Feng had better be out soon. You make the earplug business prosper.

2006-05-15T04:41:00.000+08:00

Yay! New blogskin! And it features YET another Broadway classic - Rent! Except I decided not to use the cast photos because I don't have a good feeling about them... anyway, yes, you recognise the Sim-ness. It's The Sims 2 University!

Please, it's almost 5am. I started around 10pm. Please, if you want to use, please credit me!

Speaking of credits, here are the credits. *Drum roll*

-Argh! I can't remember where I got the picture from! But I Photoshopped it a little, the camera in the game isn't so fabulous.

-www.zbitinc.com for the music

-Kristy and Wei Ning who helped me in my old blogskins. They gave me the foundation.

-yahoo.com

-altavista.com

And maybe, to end off this post, here's a little something about Rent:
Jonathan Larson, the one who wrote both the book and the musical, died shortly before Rent became a Broadway success?

This is how unpredictable life is.

2006-05-06T17:20:00.000+08:00

To Jie Cai,

Even though I am just a fellow 2E1'05-er,

I will always remember you.

From your fellow 2E1'05- and 1E1'04-er,

Fangying.

2006-04-25T18:58:00.000+08:00

I'm posting illegally right now, because it's the exam period and while blogging during this period is legal for many others, my family is staunchly academic and cannot stand one nanosecond of relaxation during such a period when, yeah, you should be studying.

But how can I just neglect it? Especially when I'VE BEEN TAGGED BY not one, BUT TWO PEOPLE on the same "you've been tagged" quiz. Thanks a lot, Sherilyn and Min Ling.

Looking on the brighter side, it's the first time I'm doing quizzes the legal way (that is, I didn't steal from others' blogs, like I used to do).

So here we go.

Name 20 ppl you can think of right now at the top of yr head. Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 ppl. ok tag at least 5 ppl..

Start!

1. Lin Fangying. (narcissist)
2. Wei Ning
3. Sherilyn
4. Aw Su
5. Min Ling
6. Nina
7. Dionne
8. Lisa
9. Clarice
10. Cinny
11. Cassandra
12. Wanzhen
13. Brother 1: Lin Jiahong
14. Brother 2: Lin Jiayu
15. Virtual Husband on The Sims 2: Dash McArthur
16. Virtual Son on The Sims 2: Law McArthur (don't ask why, my intuition wanted it)
17. Hui Ying (my cousin, not my classmate, Lee Hui Ying)
18. Li Ying
19. Eugene AKA Zhi Hao (PLEASE GAIN WEIGHT)
20. Xiao Jia AKA Zen (PLEASE BE SANE)

1.how did u meet 14?
I met him when I was in a crib 15 years ago in my old flat in Yishun, and he was looking down at me, smiling at me and saying, "Finally - a younger sister to bully!" Nah, that's not true - Made it up simply because I CAN'T REMEMBER. IT'S SUCH A GODDAMN LONG TIME AGO.

2.what would you do if u've never met 1?
Shit, would I even exist?!

3.what would u do if 20 and 9 dated?
Ouch. Kelly Poon Superfan and Skater Rocker? Hell, NO WAY! They won't even get together in the first place.

4.did u ever like 19?
Hey, we grew up together. What's not to like?

5.would 6 and 17 make a good couple?
NO. Friends, yes, couple, no.

6.Describe 3.
3 parts Burton + 2 parts Johnny Depp + a dash of literary swottiness = Sherilyn Lim Yan Ling

7.Do u think 8 is attractive?
Yes.

8.Tell me sth about 7.
Dionne loves to pinch our fries. And cokes. And sweets. And snacks. And Slurpies and Big Gulps and etc, etc, etc...

9.Do you know any of 12's family?
No.

10.What's 8's favourite?
Music. She's so musical, her life's literally made up of notes.

11. what would u do if 18 just confessed he/she likes you?
Hmm. We already liked each other. AS COUSINS!

12.what language does 15 speak?
Simlish.

13.Who is 9 going out with?
Nobody, as far as I know.

14.how old is 16 now?
7 Sim days.

15.When's the last time u talked to 13?
I don't know, we haven't talked for so long.

16.what is 2's favourite band/singer?
Koda Kumi.

17.would u ever date 4?
If we're both lesbians... why not.

18.would u ever date 7?
Same as 17.

19.Is 15 single?
No. He's MY VIRTUAL HUSBAND.

20.What is 10's last name?
Chin.

21.Would u ever be in a serious relationship with 11?
Seriously, no. Unless we both happen to be lesbians, of course.

22.What school does 3 go to?
Zhonghua Deaf And Dumb School? Zhonghua Monkey School? Zhonghua Night School? Ask Lee Moh Chun.

23.Where does 6 live?
Sengkang, pronounced in a very American accent.

24.What's yr fav thing about 5?
The "I-don't-give-a-damn" attitude.

25.Have u seen number 1 naked?
Every single day of my life since 14 January 1991.

Haha... and so, being out for so long, maybe I should describe what life for me is like now, since I'm so horribly bored and my parents just went out for a dental appointment.

On Sunday, I went to watch WEST SIDE STORY!! YAAAAAAAAAY!! And it was GREAT. So romantic, so violent, so passionate, so angsty, so happy, so sad, and most importantly, the musical conveyed a very strong message about social prejudices.

It's a modernisation of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, set in the 1950s' New York. It revolves around two feuding gangs, the Jets and the Puerto Rican Sharks, and two lovers, Tony and Maria, who belong to the Jets and the Sharks respectively. Tony is the co-founder of the Jets; Maria is the sister of Bernardo, the leader of the Puerto Rican Sharks. The story becomes complicated when Tony and Maria fall in love with each other at a gym dance that was held perhaps by the police to mediate the two gangs. Things become awful when Bernardo kills Riff, the leader of the Jets, and Tony kills Bernardo in revenge during a rumble. The Sharks get angry, and Chino, one of the Sharks, swore to kill Tony for Bernardo. Maria is sad that her brother is dead, but she cannot bring herself to hate Tony. Instead, she forgives him when he promised to turn himself in. In the end, anyway, Chino shoots Tony, and he dies in Maria's arms. I was nearly moved to tears by her tragic scream when Tony died. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Parallelisms between Romeo and Juliet and West Side Story (I can't help it)

1. Tony and Maria's meeting = the scene where Romeo and Juliet meets at the masquerade hosted by the Capulets

2. Bernardo = Tybalt, Juliet's cousin, and Riff = Mercutio, Romeo's friend

3. Bernardo kills Riff, and Tony kills Bernardo; In the original play, Tybalt, Mercutio and Romeo got into a swordfight and Romeo killed Tybalt for killing Mercutio.

4. The scene where Tony and Maria sang "Tonight" is the modernasation of the famous scene where Romeo, enchanted by the beauty of Juliet, climbs up to her balcony to meet her, and they part when Maria's nanny calls for her. In West Side Story, Tony climbs up Maria's balcony in the middle of the night to meet her, and they part when Maria's father calls for her.

5. Anita (Bernardo's girlfriend) was supposed to inform Tony about Chino's vow to revenge, but was harrassed and raped by the Jets outside Doc's shop (Doc is the equivalent of the Friar), and in rage she informs Doc and the Jets that Chino had killed Maria in anguish. When Tony heard the news from Doc, he was shattered, and ran out to the streets, calling for Chino to come out and kill him. Maria, still alive, appeared and ran towards him. As Tony rushed over, realising Maria was alive, but Chino appeared behind Maria with a gun, and shot Tony. Tony then bled to death in Maria's arms.

In Romeo and Juliet, Juliet feigned death to get Romeo to return from exile to her. Romeo rushed back to Verona after he heard the news, and in overwhelming sadness he killed himself, and died beside Juliet. Juliet then woke up from the antidote, saw Romeo's body, and stabbed herself to death.

Though there are differences (1. Romeo wasn't killed, he committed suicide; Maria didn't intentionally feign death, it was Anita who gave the Jets and Doc the wrong message; 3. Maria failed to kill herself after Tony died because she didn't know how to use a gun.), the idea is that the guy mistakenly thinks the girl is dead and decided to die.

6. In the end, everyone resolved their differences, and members from both gangs carried away Tony's body. In the end of Romeo and Juliet, The Montagues and the Capulets realised their mistakes which ultimately caused the untimely death of their children, and do not feud anymore.

For a start, I cannot promise all information is accurate, but hey, you're not studying this for Literature, right?

Let's analyse West Side Story:

Actors: Excellent Puerto Rican accent by the actors playing the Sharks. I don't think all of them are Hispanic, but their accent was quite real. The Jets were full of energy, very alive. The actors of Tony and Maria could portray the obsession they have with one another, and Tony was exactly what I thought he would be, romantic, idealistic, very much intoxicated by love after his meeting with Maria. And, hey, all of the Sharks and the Jets, I believe, looked below 35, very young for professional actors!

Songs and Singing: I simply love the songs. And the actors are good singers, but they don't blow me away, because their voices seemed rather overwhelmed by the orchestra. But then again, it's quite an accomplishment if you can sing against an orchestra. I can't even sing against a badly-tuned piano. Favourite song: "Tonight" and "Gee, Officer Krupke (pronounced Kruhp-kee)"

Sets: I like the idea of using two big wooden structures to represent places like Doc's shopfront, Anita's bridal shop and Maria's home. I didn't like the background to much... it looked unprofessional, just blur black-and-white computer images of a street.

Dance and choreography: Very energetic dancing, very nimble, though there was one scene, can't remember which one, I saw some of the actors panting... and that's a big no-no, to show that you've run out of energy. It's cruel, but that's theatre to you. The dances were well-chreographed, and portrayed the violence of the rumble well.

In other words, the best musical I've watched so far!

2006-04-12T00:08:00.000+08:00

Why is everybody sick these two weeks? Wei Ning, Sherilyn, Aw Su, Min Ling, Pak Meng, Priscilla, Xinyi, Clarice, Wan Zhen and me... some slightly sick, some a bit more serious... I'm glad that my condition isn't too bad... but on the other hand, I wish it was bad enough for an MC because I really don't feel good about running in 2.4 km on Thursday with respiratory problems... the results never come out good.

Sunday was my retail therapy day. Went for a haircut (and thus the funny fringe I have now) at Sandy's and bought a corset top (black with black lace and pearl buttons) and a pair of black jeans (hope it won't become loose like its predecessors). Spent some $90+ in a day... but I think the real shopping queens would find this chicken feed. But I'm a thrifty person, and I don't go on shopping trips often, so $90 looks a lot to me. It's even more so when you regard $90 as "recess and lunch for 22 weekdays".

NAPFA 5-item test last Thursday... kinda screwed up, but I always screw up fitness tests because I am extremely unfit. It's quite an achievement that I can jump my height (Is 156 far?) and complete 33 sit ups (and suffering persistent stomach muscle ache for three days as a result). I couldn't walk properly after the test and couldn't climb the stairs without pain for three days. I hardly dare to think of the aftermath of the 2.4 km run. Maybe I'll be paralysed for a week. Maybe I'll come to school in a wheelchair on Friday, connected to a life-support machine and an oxygen tank. Maybe I won't even come at all, lying in bed motionlessly in chronic muscle-spasms while the others drag their lactic acid-filled legs to school. Sounds like Parkinson's? Well, maybe I'll contract Parkinson's after the run.

I wish my life was like The Sims 2. The homework looks so easy. All Child, Teen and Young Adult Sims have to do is to sit down, whip out their books from nowhere, whip out a pen from nowhere, and start scribbling unknown stuff in invisible ink, in the meantime, pretending to think hard to enhance gameplay. The only problem was losing Fun, almost like real life, except Sims don't seem to lose their marbles doing homework... like I always do. You'd lose your marbles if your Amaths teacher explains quadratic functions to you the way a five-year-old would explain to an adult Einstein's theory of relativity.

In other words, GENERATION GAP.

No, she's on the younger side. I'm the older party.

I think I suffer from generation gap with people of my age or even people in their early-twenties to mid-thirties. It seems that while I can't relate to babies, toddlers, children, tweens, teens, youths and young adults, I hit off well with people in their forties, fifties, sixties and seventies. Perhaps the only thing that's stopping me from talking to the senior citizens is dialect; I hardly speak Hokkien and Teochew, I only know two to three phrases in Cantonese and I've never attempted to mouth any Hakka, Hainanese, Hockchew or Shanghainese. I guess the reason why I tend to miscommunicate with people of my age and lower is because of differences in interests and ambition. Few have decided their destiny at this juncture of their lives, and fewer have decided theatre as their destiny at this juncture of their lives. Nobody gives a damn how Andrea McArdle can move the audience with her rendition of "Tomorrow" at the ripe old age of 12; nobody knows Elaine Paige is the First Lady of Musical Theatre. Nobody even cares about Ricky Paull Goldin and Susan Wood when they've got John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Perhaps their obsessions are different from mine, too different. Maybe I'm uncool, unwise, unseen, unheard, untouchable, unspeakable, unnamed. Maybe they're uncool, unwise, unseen, unheard, untouchable, unspeakable, unnamed. Maybe that's how life is meant to be. People not seeing or hearing one another, and not making the effort to.

Maybe I'm the one not making the effort.

*to those who are ill, may Gods and Goddesses of all religions speed your recovery.

2006-04-01T09:20:00.000+08:00

Life sucks for me now... really... but,

3E4 CAME IN SECOND FOR LITERARY EVENING!! Yay!!
And I won Best Actress. *Sheepish grin*

And yesterday, at Prize-Giving Ceremony, I hugged, kissed, blessed, crapped with, laughed with and went crazy with Kristy Teo Yi Hui. The kissing part is fake, but all the rest happened.

But life is short and I had to go after 7pm... T_T

Sob...

I WANNA DIE!

2006-03-25T14:54:00.000+08:00

Today, my dad told me:

"If you didn't know how something should be done, and you make a mistake, that is ignorace. If you know how something should be done, and you don't do it, that is failure."

After that, he turn to me and said, "Fangying, you are a failure because you know you should study but you did not; otherwise, how do you explain the two E8s in your progress report?"

Dad, you rock my world.

Today was Meet-The-Parents session, and as a prologue to the whole event the school invited two people to talk about parenting.

I guess parents of teenagers are the wrong target audience. They've been doing this for fifteen years; no one has the right to lecture them what they should and shouldn't teach their children.

They're making it sound like it's the parents' responsibility if the child doesn't do well in school. They're making it sound like there is only one way to raise your child; in fact, they only elaborated on how to raise a son and overlooked the daughters section. Besides, whichever way you do it, boys and girls don't need seperate methods.

If the child did something wrong because the parents didn't tell them, it's the parents' fault. But if the child refused to listen to his folks and gets into trouble, that's not the parents' fault, though parents are ultimately the ones who feel the most pain.

My uncle passed away last Friday, and no one's heart broke into more pieces than my grandmother's. Not that everybody else are hard-hearted; I must note that my aunt, his wife, is such a strong woman. So many uncertainties lie ahead of her and her two young sons, aged 11 and 8. Yet she did not show any sign of despair, only silent tears on the day my uncle's body was cremated.

In this whole lifetime we are always at war. Your wants and your shoulds are always trapped in a battle, fighting till the day you die. You should study but you want to play. You should go to school but you want to stay at home. You should eat your vegetables but you want to eat kong ba pau. You should work but you want to sleep. You should live but you want to die. You should die but you want to live.

All so much for a Hundred Years' War, fought between your Shoulds and your Wants. Let your wants take over all your shoulds, you succumb to your worst fears by failing. Let your shoulds override all your wants, you become so high-strung you don't know what life is made of.

The war rages on within me, with no ultimate winner or loser.

Whichever wins, one thing's for sure - I don't want to die a failure.

2006-03-12T20:53:00.000+08:00

It's the last day of the production, "Ali Baba and the 21 Thieves".

I'm so glad it's over; at the same time, I feel sad that it had to be over.

It feels so great to heave a sigh of relief and officially say, "My weekends are free"; yet, when I look at the empty schedule for weekends I can't help but wonder what would I be doing then.

It's one worry gone; it's one dream pursued; it's one dream come true.

I thought, after the xie mu I will cry. But I didn't... I was too happy to have any tears left in me. I'm so contented I really can't cry. It's sad, yes, but when you know you've done your best to fulfil your responsibility, even if it's a small one, you would undoubtedly get a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. And that feeling comes even stronger when family and friends gave you feedback and said, "That was spetacular! Wonderful! Fantastic! Simply marvellous!" and tell you that you did great. Sure, all that practicing and rehearsing made me so drained of energy every weekend and took up so much of the time you could use to do homework, study more thoroughly for tests, tend to my Sims and spend time with your family and friends, but when the curtain falls, for the last time, in front of you, when you hear the applause and the cheering, when your co-actors start running up to you and hugging you, saying, "We did it!", you'll forget all the hardship. It's worth failing an A Maths test; it's worth neglecting your Sim who's in mid-term pregnancy; it's worth owing three sub-chapters' worth of E Maths homework.

When you're pursuing your dream, all those trivial things don't matter anymore.

These few days in the theatre together, I got to know Esther, Sheryl and Kimberly (aka Siew Ying, Shi Xuan and Wan Lin, aka "Halima, Ayida and Amina")so much better. Spending so many hours together in the same dressing room, talking, joking, laughing, crying, quarreling, crapping, going crazy and signing each other's autograph books, you can't help but realise that friends can be made anywhere in this world. It didn't matter that they're two or three years younger than me, age is no barrier. Strangely, when people of different ages communicate with each other, the younger becomes more mature while the older becomes more youthful.

I also talked, for the first time, to so many other people whom I never had the chance, or rather, the initiative, to talk to, especially the frogs and the thieves. Evewn if it was just a few words, it's still words. And who knows, we might never get to know each other well enough to talk to each other in a long and peaceful conversation.

Even though I had never been to Kallang Theatre to perform for all my life until these few days with the Ali Baba Cast and Production Team, I can't help but feel a sense of familiarity, especially when I'm on stage. It just felt like going to an old home you hadn't visited in a very long time... that feeling that you've been away from, and brought back to, a place you deeply love. When I stand there, on the Kallang stage, I just felt like crying out, "This is where I belong.". And now, after the production, I'm beginning to miss it terribly.

It was just like my experience at Victoria Theatre; I never forgot the corridors, the dressing room with two rows of wardrobe and dressing tables, the spiral staircase that led to the basement with black walls where we had our lunch or dinner, the stage that was smaller than Kallang's, the velvet cushioned seats, the wings, the curtains and so much more. Whenever I go there to watch a show after Witchtopia, I always wished I could go backstage and relive all those memories, replaying those fun times we had playing Truth or Dare at the corridor. I know I will remember Kallang the same way I had remembered Victoria.

Standing at the wing, waiting for my turn to make an impact in the audience's memories, I figured, This is how I want to live my life. And every minute I spend on stage, being Malika the evil sis-in-law, made this point clearer, This is how I want to live my life.

2006-03-11T14:22:00.000+08:00

ALI BABA

AND THE

21 THIEVES

ROCK!!

Hahaha... yesterday was the first night... and it was amazing. Honourable mention: Jiajun and his impromptu, that was way smart. The atmosphere was great backstage. Maybe the only people who are super tense are the stage managers and technicians... apparently the actors weren't tense.

Okay, maybe I can't speak for the others. But I wasn't tense. In fact I was having fun, and giving the audience all the best in me. That's how it always works. As Danny puts it, "you just give, and give, and give. With 20% withdrawn so that you can keep some sense in your head and mind where you're going."

The audience paid $22, $18, $15 bucks to see us perform, not humiliate ourselves. They could've used the money to do something else, treat themselves to a meal or buy a CD to listen all night long. But they paid at least $15 for the ticket, because they'd rather see us. If the tickets were given to them, they wanted to reciprocate the giver's kindness by coming down to watch. They took two hours of their time to watch us. How can we not present our best? What was all that hard work for?

Six months later is today, the day we present to the public our blood, sweat and tears.

With so much blood, sweat and tears, let's finally enjoy ourselves to the nth power in Kallang!

Ali Baba and the 21 Thieves. We ROCK.

2006-03-08T01:24:00.000+08:00

New blogskin. FINALLY.

All that pink stuff was just sickening, isn't it?

Yeah, as I said to Dionne and Ka, now it's PINK no more.

I think I have this problem of creating blogskins to suit blog songs and not the other way round as people usually do. But I hope this one's okay.

The song you hear, 100 Years by Five for Fighting, is my favourite song of all time. It all started when I began visiting sims99.com and watch Sim Music Videos. And every music video made for this song is wonderful. Some can even move me to tears. And of course, I fell in love with this song.

And the picture, I MADE IT OKAY! 5 hours of painstaking gameplay just to get the right footage... 2 hours of photoshopping... 30 minutes of resizing... and voila! The old man is the teenager, the young man and the middle-aged man. Or rather, was.

Credits
Maxis, for creating such a great game that eventually made two out of three of my blogskins possible.

catfangz.net for the mp3 file.

Five for Fighting for being the superb band you are, and for producing this inspiring song.

Myself, for making it. Haha!

To the cast and production team of Ali Baba and the 21 Thieves: Good Luck! Let's give our best shot to the public! We rock!

Bye. Must support us at Kallang Theatre ah!

2006-03-04T10:48:00.000+08:00

Sick of my life.

I'm not the kind to say this, but when I do, I mean it.

I have the same amount of homework as everybody else in my class does. But it looks endless. Every time I finish one question five more appear.

I don't have time to myself, except after-dark hours of weekdays and of Sundays. And three-quarters of those hours are spent sleeping.

I'm losing my socialising skills. I find it so hard to find something to talk about. I guess it's because I've talked too much for the first fourteen years of my life, and someone wants me to appreciate the beauty of silence for the fifteenth year of my life.

I begin to ponder how long I'll live. Maybe I'm only one-seventh into my life, maybe it'll be over two minutes later. God knows, this could be the last time I'm blogging, or maybe I could blog two hundred and sixty-five times more before I disappear from the face of Earth.

This place, my blog, is not much of a place for me to narrate the events of my life. It's more of a temple of thought, a Pensieve where I deposit a fraction of my soul in. I'm not hoping people will read it, I'm only hoping these thoughts will be here so that I can keep track of the maturity of my mind.

Self-concious? I am.

2006-02-22T21:15:00.000+08:00

RANT SESSION

1. Why do people keep thinking everybody on earth lives for them?

2. Why do people keep thinking nobody lives for them?

3. Why do people take such a long time to realise something's wrong?

4. Why do people seek to conform?

5. Why do extraordinary people wish they were normal and normal people wish they were extraordinary?

6. What exactly do people jump off buildings for?

7. What do people take drugs for?

8. What do people smoke for?

9. Why do people like to make each other suffer?

10. Why do people like to make themselves suffer?

11. Why do some people spend so much precious time spamming people, only to end their spams with, "As if I care!"?

12. Why do people have to spend so much precious time insulting something they "don't care about"?

RANTS OVER.

That's what I observe about people, especially young people. They think the whole world hates them, but in reality, they're the ones who hate the whole world.

Young people of the world, please wake up and step oout of your tiny little world. Things don't just happen between you and the space 1 arm's length around.

Stop thinking the world revolves around you and live for you. Start revolving around others and live for them!

2006-02-15T23:26:00.000+08:00

Stole this from Kristy's blog =)

1. Time of starting? 23:27
2. Were you named after anyone? I was named after myself.
3. Do you wish on stars? *WHENYOU WISHUPONASTAAAAARRRRR...* Nope, I wish upon myself.
4. When did you last cry? Must be one of those times I was reprimanded by my mum.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Me likes. Cos nobody writes as illegibly as I do.
7. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf? Any Mandopop CDs. I don't understand why I used to long to fit in with others so much.
8. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? No, unless we have a common sense of humour.
9. Are you a daredevil? I don't know.
10. Have u evr told a secret you swore not to tell? What on earth is a secret?
11. How do you release anger? I don't know. How would I get angry in the first place?
12. Where is your second home? I only have one home. Zhonghua has never been, and will never be, my second home.
13. Do you trust others easily? That depends how much YOU trust me.
14. What was your favourite toy as a child? ALL my toys.
15. What class in school do you think is totally useless? Maths, Chemistry, Biology and CE.
16. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Ironically.
17. Have you ever been in a mosh pit? I've been in a bottomless pit, though.
18. What do you look for in a guy/girl? I don't know. Karma?
19. Would you bungee jump? I'll jump right now.
20. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No. They had been untied since recess.
21. What is your favourite ice cream? Chocolate.
22. What are your favourite colours? I wish I was blind.
23. What is your least favourite thing? People who don't respect themselves and others.
24. How many people do u have a crush on right now? Oh, about a million.
25. What do you miss most right now? I miss being an embryo.
26. What colour underwear are you wearing? *looks into pants* Black.
27. What r u lisnin to right now? It Must Have Been Love by Roxette.
28. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Colourless.
29. What is the weather like right now? Calm and peaceful.
30. Last person you talked to on the phone? Mother. As in, MY mother, not 3E4's.
31. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? The sex?
32. Do you like the person who sent you this? Yes. I sure love myself for stealing this.
33. How are you today? Bored.
35. Favourite alcoholic drink? Choya.
36. Natural hair colour? Jet black with an infusion of the darkest shade of copper availible on the internet.
37. Eye colour? Black in the middle and black all around. The former being genetic, the latter insomnia.
38. Wear contacts? I'm not myopic.
39. Siblings? 2 elder brothers and tons of invisi-twins.
40. Favourite month? January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.
41. Favourite food? Chocolates and salty stuff.
42. Last movie you watched? Cinderella. Contrary to what people think, it's old-school Disney at its best.
43. Favourite day of the year? Every-Day.
44. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out? I'm never too shy to ask myself out.
45. Scary movies or happy ending? Since I hate scary movies, I have absolutely no choice but to opt for the happy ending.
46. Summer or winter? Autumn.
47. Hugs or kisses? Wanna make out?
48. Do you want your friends to write back? I'm fine with that but just so you know, I have a regular pen-pal called Fangying.
49. Who is most likely to respond? The person called Fangying.
50. Who is least likely to respond? Everybody else.
51. What book/magazine are you reading? Coxford Singlish Dictionary. Colourful slang at its best.
52. What's on your mouse pad? Snot.
53. What did you watch on TV last night? Cinderella.
54. Favourite Smell? I don't think I have ever been able to smell... have I?
57. Funny/Serious? Serious in a funny way. Like Jamie Hyneman. Or funny in a serious way. Like Adam Savage.
58. Worst subject? Maths.
59. Favourite band? As long as it's not some cheesy boyband who sell their albums by looking metrosexual and not by their brilliant singing or songwriting skills.
60. Time of finishing this: 23:53.

Nearly midnight. Can't stay too long, gotta go now. Bye, Penis.

2006-02-15T21:33:00.000+08:00

Oh great. My tagboard's gone haywire.

Sheesh, too many things are happening in a term! What with rapes and fights and now, a murderer on the loose in Serangoon!

When will the fiasco ever end?

Today, as we all know, is the military form of Valentine's Day called Total Defence Day, and there's IPP! I PP, You PP, We all PP! *If you PP and you know it clap your hands*

We just sealed the windows with trash bags stolen from the cleaner's closet (joking) and after we're done, we played animal concentration under warm and stuffy conditions (not joking).

*clapclap*"POCKPOCK"*clapclap*"RAARRR!" *clapclap*"RAARRR!"*clapclap*"MIAO!"......

And I don't know how long this lasted.

But thank god, we didn't get any homework from lessons before recess, and we were only a few minutes into English before our IPP. Yay! Let's have IPP everyday! Then we'll be sufficiently prepared for a german gas attack anytime soon.

2006-02-12T09:22:00.000+08:00

Since it's the 15th Day of the 1st Lunar Month, "Yuan Xiao Jie", I've decided that a Valentine's Day themed skin would bring up the atmosphere a bit, and serves as a consolation to me since I'm a wallflower =P.

Blogskin, as usual, is made by me. Simple, a tad too pink, the cute bunny-cupid thing, called "I Heart Art", is actually a screenshot of an object downloadable for use from thesims2.com if you have The Sims 2. The song is definitely more familiar to you people now, but for the benefit of those who catch up slower with the latest and the greatest, like me, it's Upside Down, by A*Teens, remixed by DJ Elusive. It's more upbeat, isn't it?

And something new, I've put a player so that if you have something against my blog song you can always switch it off. This player is dedicated to those people who have complained that my previous blog song, Tomorrow by Andrea McArdle, was irritating and they wished they could shut it off without affecting their other playlists. So there.

Credits: thesims2.com for the screenshot of "I Heart Art", MaxiodMonkey for making such a cute object for Valentine's Day, once I've found enough space on my com I'll download it!
DJ Elusive's website for the blog song, I've lost the URL unfortunately, so wherever you are, thanks for this upbeat song which fits the mood of the blog so well.
Cbox for the customisable tagboard, I LOVE THAT FEATURE.
Yuan Xiao Jie and Valentine's Day, for inspiring me to make this blogskin.
Kristy X Jeremy, for being the truest of all shippings I've heard and seen. You guys are also the inspiration of my blog skin. Keep on shipping.
My friends, for telling me that they're sick of my old blogskin featuring Annie. I'm not sick yet, but I don't want more and more people being absent from school for serious cases of blogingitis.

I think that will do.

And here's wishing you all a happy Valentine's Day!

2006-02-08T20:51:00.000+08:00

Hi. Back for a short while. No promises for long entry because I'm too fucking busy. Sorry for the emptiness.

Welup I have too much homework. I don't understand how people can complete that amount and juggle so many other stuff at the same time?! I guess I'm simply not cut out to be a multi-tasker.

My social life is a bit of a drab. As usual, I get the feeling people in my class don't like me. But too bad, that's their problem, not mine. But still... I preferred being a nobody than being disliked, at least you don't end up not doing things you wished you had done.

I think I should make amendments to one of the answers I gave to the Class Quiz. I do wish I wasn't in my class. I be really honest now, I don't like my class. I feel like an oddball, like I'm being ostracised. But what choice do I have, I love Lit too much.

And I think my name is going to be blacker when they realise what a crappy Higher Chinese rep I am. I can collect money and find an impossibly huge amount of extras.

Life in Ali Baba isn't any better. I can keep quiet and not say a thing throughout a four-hour rehearsal. People clump together and talk, gossip, playcards and so on, but I have nobody because:
- The kid actors are too young,
- The others are too old,
- Those who are of my age are boys
and
- Those who are girls aren't of my age.

I don't mind socialising with them, but I somehow find it hard to even open my mouth and talk to them.

I don't know, but life really sucks now. *vomit*

2006-01-12T22:19:00.000+08:00

Hi again.

Sorry for not updating for so long.

Probably won't be blogging for a really long time.

But I promise to blog a long entry.

School life is draining me of my energy. I don't know how those councillors-cum-class-committee-cum-CCA-committee-cum-all-sorts-of-committee-members actually cope with life.

Maybe I'm really useless. Look at me, what do I do? I study. I do homework. I think and dream a bit. And then I'm too tired to do anything else by the time I reach home. I'm not even busy. In fact I'm super slack.

Speaking of slack, you must congratulate me: NO CLASS COMMITTEE POSTS THREE YEARS IN A ROW! :P

I love it this way.

But I probably won't even have time to dream anymore, for a heavy responsibility, though not necessarily a burden, falls on my shoulders. It hits me hard and now I've dislocated my arm. It hangs loose, on the brink of falling off. And it hits my left arm, the one arm I cannot do without.

I'll be paralysed soon.

Sucks to be fifteen when you're in Singapore. Americans, count your blessings, your parents are less strict than ours, your education system is not so high-strung.

By the way, I take the chance to thank Milagros for all the time she had been here. You were with us for only a few hours, but those few hours you taught me so much about life.

She was too weak when we found her. But she would not give up on her life. She was struggling to breathe, mewing occasionally to reassure her brother Nino that she would be okay. She fought for her life, but reality wouldn't allow her. Such a strong fighter she is, but as each second goes, her sword becomes more and more blunt and her shield becomes shabbier and shabbier. But she still held on.

Unfortunately, Death broke her sword and pierced through her shield. She died a few hours after we found her.

But look, even a two-week-old kitten wants to fight for her life. What about those despicable people who think death can solve everything? Yeah, jump off the building and all will be okay.

So they say, the brave die only once but a coward a thousand times.

On the other hand, I'd like to do this quiz I got from Nina:

1. class?
` 3E4

2. number of people in class?
` 38

3. more girls or guys?
` The gender ratio, girls:guys, is 16:3.

4. form teacher?
` Ms Elaine Lam. (Ms Lam, I didn't spell as Lum hor.)

5. liked teacher(s)?
` Mr Lee Moh Chun. So funny! "Wait ah, ah, you go, ah, ah, ah, go to the EICH-EE-ELLER-ELLER ah...". Maybe Ms Ow, because of her "Grammar and Vocabulary Bitch" attitude. "It's PID-SUH, not PEEE-ZZAAAHH," "STOP PRONOUNCING TOLD AS TOAD!"... And who else? Don't know lah, generally boring.

6. disliked teachers(s)?
` ONGKY! He and his pervertic smile. Step into the class, keep smiling for no reason. And he keeps picking on girls. Especially Clarice. Poor Clarice.

7. liked classmate(s)?
` Wei Ning, Sherilyn, Aw Su, the old birds who have been together with me since 1E1 (add in 5DD and 6D for Wei Ning). Min Ling and Lisa. And of course, the EL members.

8. disliked classmate(s)?
` It wouldn't be nice if I stated anyone here. There are people I don't like but I won't go that far to put their wonderful names here. They're just irritating, that's all.

9. have a crush on any of your classmates?
` Not enough guys to develop a crush on. o_0

10. think any classmate(s) is/are disgusting?
` Min Ling! But I think I'm the most disgusting person in class with all that Wet Season Syndrome, snorting mucus all over the lesson...

11. hottest classmate(s)?
` I don't see the need to sexualise my classmates. It's not like I'm putting up an ad for a brothel, right?

12. are you a fan of any of your classmate(s)?
` I am a fan of myself. Because I am such a spitting image of myself. Bleh!

13. do you like your class?
` Still, no. Too inproportionate, too many girly girls. Won't name who of course, would I like being called a niang-niang girl who EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! at all the most harmless things on Earth.

14. why?
` I am a sexist. Haha. Only joking lah, but I really feel that too much of one gender is really not good. I can't imagine being in a class with 32 boys and 6 girls either. Besides, I really don't like girls who keeps thinking they are month-old kittens squealing like mad.

15. who do you wish to be in your class?
` As long as we're in the same solar system, it's okay.

16. do you wish to be in another class? if yes, which one?
` Why should I? All the other classes are the same, it's just that we keep thinking our own class sucks terribly, true or not, and we start thinking the grass is greener on the other side.

17. class chairperson and assistant?
` Clement and Cassandra.

18. who sits around you?
[clockwise from person in front] Aw Su, Priscilla, Hui Ying, Sherry, Pak Meng, Jeryl, Wei Ning, Sherilyn.

Welup. I feel so sleepy. Here's wishing everybody a good school year, a happy birthday, a happy chinese new year, a happy valentine's day, a happy hari raya, happy national day, happy deepavali, merry christmas, blah, blah, blah.

2005-12-30T18:27:00.000+08:00

Sorry for the Great Offline Status.

By the way, I watched

KING

KONG!

Spoilers below

KEEP SCROLLING IF YOU WANT TO BE SPOILED.

Ups
-Really amazing film sets and location.
-Expressive King Kong.
-I love the early 20th-Century New York setting.
-Adrien Brody. (only joking, of course.)
-Naomi Watts did a really good job. Ann Darrow must've been a very tough role, with all that screaming, running and hanging to do.
-Frightening enough.

Downs
(Unfortunately I seem to have so much downs, as much as I love the movie)
-It was easy to tell that some of the scenes were filmed by Bluescreen. Isn't it funny, how Ann Darrow can speed through the jungle without being blocked by tree branches and rocks on the way?
-King Kong died too slowly.
-In fact, for an action blockbuster, the pace of the movie was way too slow. What is now a 3-hour movie could've been just 2 and a half hours long. There was too much hesitating and too much focus on the voyage to Skull Island.

Oh well. I give

KING

KONG

FOUR SLAPSTICKS.

And on 27th Kris, Tsuki and me had the last Coffee session of 2005.
I LOVE YOU TWO!
They gave me a wonderful Christmas-cum-Birthday present!
THE SIMS 2 HOLIDAY PARTY PACK!!

AAHHH!!

I love you.

So I decided to send them a card each to thank them.

Best friends forever.

2005-12-26T20:18:00.000+08:00

Sorry for the Great Yuletide Disappearance. But, really, like you cheap bastards care whether I exist or not. *Gooseberry*

So, in order to make you bitches care about my existence, like it or not, I shall force you into a world of Fangying Propaganda to start with.

Christmas is a good way to begin the Mass Hypnosis.

Christmas Eve Eve:
Dear Whoever's-bothered-to-read-this:

This year's Christmas Eve Eve was the BEST Christmas Eve Eve I've ever had. Breakfast with my parents wasn't particularly interesting... wanton mee for the first meal of the day wasn't really my cup of tea. Then my father had something to attend in Kallang, his company Christmas Celebration or whatever, so he dropped me and my Mum at National Library and left.

National Library wasn't really interesting. So now that sounds like a really boring mid-morning to midday. But while we were sitting in the library my Mum told me so much about things that I may not have the need to know, but should anyway. That my Grandfather died on Christmas Eve twenty-odd years ago, and I confirmed with my Mum that one of my uncles has cancer. But thank goodness, it's in the early stage, but still... sigh, when will people ever realise all that smoke and booze isn't doing them any good.

Must something terrible happen to you before you realise what's precious?

Enough of all that "sigh-sigh-shake-head" stuff, let's move on to lunch. Dad came and picked us up. To Chinatown. BEEHOON!!! =). Then my parents decided that I've waited long enough. I've lived without music for months. It's time I get a...

NOT AN MP3 PLAYER, YOU MINDLESS TREND VICTIM. IT'S A DISCMAN.

A nice, sleek, shiny new discman.

LONG LIVE PAPA AND MAMA!!!

And I've chose the right time to buy one. Along with it came a pair of passive speakers and a gift voucher entitling me to a free pint of ice-cream from Tsuki's Most-Hated Brand, Haagen-Dazs. Oh well, their ice-cream isn't good anyway, all hard and stiff with too much sweetness. Even Walls produce better ice-cream than that. But a free pint... half a litre, free of charge... that's my ice-cream supply for a school month.

After all that afternoon fiasco, we headed home. For dinner. And for boredom.

Christmas Eve:
Dear Anyone-Who-Decided-To-Succumb-To-My-Propaganda,

This is the most pointless Christmas Eve ever.

Spent the whole day spring-cleaning.

Spent the whole night attending the Great Yuletide Squeezathon in Orchard Road.

Not my idea of a good Christmas Eve.

Christmas Day
Dear Somebody-Who-Patiently-Reads-My-Entry,

This has to be the most terrible Christmas Day of my life.

SPRING-CLEANING! PERIOD CRAMPS! BLOODY RUSH IN MY UNDERWEAR! NO CHRISTMAS CHEER! NO CHRISTMAS PARTY! GOT INFESTED BY DUST! MADE ARCHAEOLOGICAL DISCOVERY IN THE STOREROOM UNDER THE STAIRS! CLEANING! DUSTING! SIDE LEAKAGE! MENOPAUSAL MOTHER! NO SHOWER TILL MIDNIGHT!

Merry Christmas?

Boxing Day
Dear The-Wonderful-Soul-Who-Soldiered-On,

Boxing Day was better than Christmas Day. I went to a gathering with my folks. It's those people on their Europe Tour Group.

First reaction when they see me: "YOU'RE A SPITTING IMAGE OF YOUR MOTHER!!!!"

It's not entirely boring, I actually enjoy intellectual discussions with the adults, it's a bit like being on a talkshow, one solitary teen versus at least ten adults.

Plus, you get good food. The curry was fab.

I think you've persisted long enough. I shall let you go now.

Bye, Penis.

2005-12-21T23:02:00.000+08:00

Another day out with Tsuki, this time it's Plaza. We went to Spotlight for a lil' stroll, then we went to Starfucks. Looks like Starfucks really know how to use propaganda with customers... Tall, Grande, Venti... ARGH. I got a tall and it's about as tall as a hamster. Stupid fucking franchise, cheating people of their money.

Watch Foamy if you hate Starfucks as much as I do. In terms of their pricing that is.

And I see nothing good about the Rhumba.

Sigh.

Sigh.

Sigh.

Is that all I do? Sigh.

It's SIGHFEST!

That's what people do these days when they've got absolutely nothing to do, unless you count singing, "I'm the Lord & Master" by Foamy.

Or "I'm a Squirrel".

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

I'm A Squirrel.

And so I'm a Squirrel
And you're not, how pathetic you are

So I'm a Squirrel
And you're not, you're just human, how pathetic you are

You don't have a fluffy tail
You don't have Squirrely Wrath
You just build to destroy
While I collect some nuts
And you all SUCK.

CUTE.

2005-12-20T21:35:00.000+08:00

Have fun!

Foamy the Squirrel is sooooo damn cute.

Today was supposed to be my beehoon day. We got down to Smith Street, and alas! That stall is CLOSED. I had to make do with mee pok while my grandmother and my uncle and his family ate laksa.

But thank god my grandmother decided to cook THE BEST FRIED RICE IN THE WHOLE DAMN UNIVERSE! Dude, you really gotta try that one. I ate two full bowls and earned myself a pot-belly.

Besides that, there's dim sum and tang yuan. Shiok ah!!

Yesterday went to watch Goblet of Fire with my folks. Dammit, it's the worst Potter movie yet. The Quidditch World Cup was a fucking disappointment.

YAAARRR! IRELAND! *LEPRECHAUN!* *PUSH* YAAAARRR! BULGARIA!! AAAAAND VIKTOR KRRRRRUUUUUUUUUMMM!!!

Urgh.

If I had to be honest, the three Tasks were okay. But that's about it.

Overall the storyline was too hurried. Damn, no Pigwidgeon! And what's with Hagrid, Ron and Hermione singing the Hogwarts School Song in the middle of the forest?!

Argh.

2005-12-19T14:02:00.000+08:00

*YAWN* So bored. I nearly died arranging all that junk in my room. I cleared out a full box of it but because I have so much junk that boxful just didn't make any difference. I feel really lazy today, so can I just do a little bit?

2005-12-16T16:19:00.000+08:00

Yipee! One bookshelf done!!! What an accomplishment for someone who's as sloppy as I am.

So bored. So I shall attempt this 200-question quiz, stolen from Kristy's blog.

Here I go!

[01] First Name: Fangying
[02] Last Name: Lin
[03] Address: 22 Saraca View
[04] Nickname(s): I am not popular enough to be given one. My mum does though.
[05] Do you like your nickname(s)? I only like the mushy one my mum gives me.
[06] Gender: THE THIRD SEX!!!! No, I'm female.
[07] B-Day: 14th January 1991
[08] Your sign: Capricorn
[09] Where do you live: Singapore
[10] Do you like living in your country? Controversial topic. I like it for being disaster-free and all, but most people here don't appreciate what I'd do in the future and therefore, I'd have no future here.
[11] Have you ever been in love? No. Why should I be in love at this age?
[12] Do you think you ever will fall in love? Let's talk about that after 16, shall we.
[13] Do you believe in love at first sight? Lust at first sight, yes. Love thakes time to mature.
[14] If you haven't been love, have you ever had a crush? Ask people who graduated from Ai Tong in my year.
[15] Ever since? 11 to 11.
[16] Do you have a tattoo? No.
[17] Do you want one? Erm... I'm not sure yet.
[18] Where do you shop at the most? I HATE SHOPPING IN SINGAPORE!!!!!
[19] what color is your hair? Black, with a slight tinge of reddish brown when exposed to light.
[20] What color are your eyes? Black, with a slight tinge of brown when exposed to light.
[21] How tall are you? A very tall 156 cm.
[23] Do you smoke? Why should I.
[24] Do your friends smoke? Why should they.
[25] Who is your best friend? Tsuki and Kristy.
[27] Who are your best friends online? Tsuki and Kristy.
[28] Do you like Bath & Body Works? God knows.
[29] Kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use? Something with seaweed extract, for rebonded hair.
[30] Is your hair short or long? Long.
[31] Do you like to shop? Yes if it's not in Singapore.
[34] What turns you off? Insensitivity, overactive sex-drive, inability to understand others, rudeness, possesiveness... yada, yada.
[35] What place do you go for fun? Home.
[36] What do you do for fun? Sleep.
[37] How many phones do you have in your house? 6.
[38] How many computers do u have in your house? One pathetic PC and three laptops for the three men in my house.
[39] What's your favorite foods? Salmon Sashimi, Smith Street's Beehoon (Chang Ji Cooked Food, 02-188, at this market at Smith Street in Chinatown. There is no reason why you shouldn't try it.), my grandmothers' cooking.
[40] Do you look like anyone famous? No. But I'm famous for bearing an unfathomable likeness to my mum.
[41] Do you think Justin Timerlake is attractive? I don't know what he looks like.
[42] Who is the most attractive person you know? Mum.
[43] Do you wish to be like your parents? To an extent, yes.
[45] What cologne should a hot guy wear? Why should he wear any, if he's hot? Girls from miles around would try to snag a date with him first before finding out he's got BO.
[46] What are you listening to right now? Air molecules talking to each other.
[47] What time is it? 5:05 pm.
[48] How many hours per day do you spend talking on the phone? Varies. 1 hour on a day where only Mum calls in to nag. Up to 10 hours if Tsuki and I decide to have a Phone Marathon.
[49] Do you have your own phone line? Mobile, yes.
[50] Have you ever kissed someone (NOT FAMILY)? Tsuki and Nina. On the cheek. Purely out of friendship. Kristy rejects me though, her cheeks are reserved for Jeremy Yeo.
[51] What are your favorite shoes? I hate shoes, because shoemakers discriminate against women who have short but thick, broad feet like mine. They think everybody's feet are slender and thin.
[52] What kind of clothes do you sleep in if any? Pyjamas that are not meant for Bananas.
[53] What's your favorite soda? I'm not a big fan of soda.
[54] What things do you say a lot? Fuck.
[55] Are you the serious, loud, happy, or shy type? All of them, depending on who I'm with and how I'm feeling.
[56] Who is the coolest people/person in the world? Nobody. I am. Haha.
[57] Do you think you are weird or funny? Both.
[58] Who was the last person you called? I'm not sure. Tsuki?
[59] Where do you wanna get married? A little garden with a little pond and white picket fences.
[60] Who is the finest guy in your school? If Zhonghua ever produced any "FINE" guy, I would be the first to check if he had any plastic surgery.
[61] What are your favorite guy/girl names? None. I am a sucker for Chinese names.
[62] What's your worst memory in the past 5 years? My Grandpa's death.
[63] What's your favorite childhood memory? Trying to steal bananas off the window grille. Watching Tom and Jerry, over and over again. Building a city with my cousin, using a playset, then destroy it.
[64] What is your favorite fast food restaurant? I am not too fond of fast food. Good food takes time.
[65] Who do you really dislike? Sigh. Dislike you, dislike me.
[66] If so, names? Sigh. What's the point?
[67] do you have a pool? Yeah right.
[68] Do you have a spa? Yeah, right.
[69] Are you stupid? SO stupid.
[70] What are you addicted to? I don't know.
[71] Who do you wish you were like? Nobody.
[72] Who has it easier, males or females? Males. Tell me, how many males have to go through menstruation, childbirth, osteoporosis, menopause, bad mood swings, menstrual cramps, hot flashes, breast tenderness, being the target of molesters, paedophiles and rapists, stigma, etc., etc., etc...
[73] Would you rather be short or tall? Face it. The grass is always greener on the other side.
[74] Do you like to dance? Crazy-dance, yes. Chinese-dance, no.
[75] Do you like playing pranks on people? People like playing pranks on me.
[76] What's your least favorite subject in school? Maths.
[77] What's your favorite subject in school? Literature.
[78] What college do you wanna go to? I don't know. (To whoever's stealing this quiz: College is University, not junior college. Americans sometimes call universities "college", and I'm sure this quiz is American.)
[79] what school are you studing in now? Zhonghua Secondary School.
[80] Do you have a Playstation2 or Gamecube? Playstation 2, yes. Gamecube, no.
[81] Do you sleep a lot? In the holidays, yes. Schooldays never allow you to sleep enough.
[82] Whats your favorite radio stations? I don't listen to radio.
[83] Are you a night person? Yes.
[84] Are you a morning person? No.
[85] Whats your favorite tv show? Mythbusters.
[86] Do you shave? I don't shave my pubic hair. And I have no armpit hair to speak of.
[87] How often do you shower? Once a day. Twice if I'm feeling extra, extra sweaty, which is rare.
[88] What room do you spend most of the time in? I don't know.
[89] How many rooms does your house have? I'm not really sure how to count that, but I'll just answer this question anyway. Bedrooms: 5, Living Rooms: 1, Bathrooms: 4, Kitchens: 1 and a half, Dining rooms: 1. I hope that answers the question.
[90] What do you wanna be when you're out of college/university? Join a repertory theatre group and act, direct, playwright, whatever.
[91] Do you curse a lot? I fuckingly do.
[92] Are you ticklish? People often end up tickling me a thousand shades darker than pink.
[93] What's your favorite flower? I don't know. But I sure don't like rafflesias.
[94] What are you wearing right now? T-shirt and shorts.
[95] Do you go to church? Jeeeeeee...suuuuussssss... ssssaaaaaavveess...
[96] How many kids do you wanna have? anywhere between 0 and 100.
[97] Do you believe in God? Sex Goddess, yes. Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu!!
[98] Are you superstitious? To a certain extent, yes.
[99] What color tooth brush do you use? White.
[100] How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Twice.
[101] who is you favorite cartoon character? Rufus from Kim Possible. That's the only cartoon character I could ever love.
[102] Do you have a job? I'm currently employed by Zhonghua as a student.
[103] What's your favorite fruit? Anything that doesn't taste too exceedingly tropical.
[104] What's your favorite vegetable? Hard question. I eat vegetables only under my parents' orders. Chye-sim, xiao bai cai.
[105] What's your favorite candy? Chocolate candy.
[106] What was the best day of your life? Everyday, as long as I'm alive.
[107] What are you gonna do today? Eat, watch TV, spend quality time with my folks, sleep.
[108] Are you daddy's little angel? I'm daddy's PRINCESS, not angel. Angels are just good little kiddies. Princesses are good at times but can be SUPER BRATTY.
[109] Do you wear body spray? Spray me.
[110] Who is the sweetest girl? A chocolate-girl.
[111] Who is the sweetest guy? A chocolate-guy.
[112] How many rings or necklaces do you own? Rings: 3, Necklaces: 5.
[113] Do you wear a watch? If I can remember.
[114] Did/Do you have braces? I am blessed with perfect teeth. So heck with the braces.
[115] Do you have freckles? No. But my face will look freckled if you paint all my pimples brown.
[116] What are you thinking right now? Thinking of finishing this quiz.
[117] Are you having fun? Fun? Maybe.
[118] What time is it? 5:45pm AM.
[119] Who makes you laugh? Anybody who can humour me. Tsuki and Kristy are currently record-holders in my Friends category and Dad in my Family category.
[120] Who's your favorite teacher? Any teacher who can teach me something about life.
[121] What's it doing outside right now? Nothing
[122] What is your favorite dream? I've been dreaming too much... but last night I dreamt that I moved into a house with at least seven basements.
[123] Are you tired of filling this out yet? Not quite.
[124] Who of your friends do you think will get married first? KRISTY!!!!!!
[125] Do you believe in reincarnation? Just a little.
[126] What's your funniest memory as a little kid? I was sitting at the edge of the bed with my cousin. The bed was right against the wall and we were sitting at the side against the wall. Suddenly the bed gave way, and both me and my cousin fell with our bottoms on the floor and the feet still on the bed. Our bums hurt, but we couldn't stop laughing even until now.
[127] Do you believe in Santa Claus? KIDNAP THE SANDAY CLAWS! LOCK HIM UP REAL TIGHT! THROW AWAY THE KEY AND THEN TURN OFF ALL THE LIGHTS!
[128] Do you believe in ghosts? Yes.
[129] Are most of your friends music freaks? No.
[130] If you could live in any time period, which would it be and where would you be? The Roaring Twenties or the Seventies.
[131] Have you ever paid for a pay-per-view concert? What is that?
[132] Do you buy merchandise on your favorite group/singer/band? NO. What a waste of money. Buying their music is more than enough to support them.
[133] What TV station is better mtv or vh1? I only know MTV, so MTV is it.
[134] What is the worst show on MTV? I don't know.
[135] What is the best show on MTV? I don't know.
[136] What is the worst CD you own? China Dolls. I don't know why the hell did I buy it in the first place. I didn't know what I was thinking!!!
[137] What's your favorite movie? Often enough, it is a favourite if I intend to see it.
[138] Friend(s) you have the most fun with? Tsuki, Kristy, Nina, Dionne, the clique sometimes, the class sometimes, I don't know, I'll have fun if the situation is FUN!
[139] Friend(s) you can do nothing with and still have fun? Tsuki and Kristy.
[140] Friend(s) you've dreamed about? Too many.
[141] Friend(s) you tell your dreams to? Tsuki and Kristy.
[142] Friend(s) you tell your secrets to? Tsuki and Kristy.
[143] Boxers or briefs? THONGS! Haha. Actually I've no preference.
[144] Long or short hair? Anything will do.
[145] Dark or light hair? Anything will do.
[146] Tall or short? I'm so short, even a short guy would still be taller than me.
[147] Mr./Mrs. Sensitive or Mr./Mrs. Funny? Both.
[148] Good guy or bad guy? Oh whatever.
[149] Dark or light eyes? Any sort.
[150] Hat or no hat? How about that flying-cap thing Doraemon wears?
[151] Ears pierced or no? I wouldn't care even if he pierces his penis.
[152] Tan or fair? Green. Nah, any shade works for me.
[153] Freckles or none? Oh god, just give me somebody who can give me LOVE and not VISUAL STIMULATION.
[154] Stubble or neatly shaved? A huge beard like Santa Claus.
[155] Rugged outdoorsy type or sportsy type? Heck.
[156] All american, homie G, or grunge? What's that?
[157] Mt. Dew or SURGE? I don't know Surge so I'll take Mountain Dew.
[158] McDonalds or Burger King? Ack. Give me fishball noodles anytime.
[159] Coke or Pepsi? If I must choose one, I'll take Coke.
[160] Rather marry the perfect lover or perfect friend? Both rolled into one.
[161] Sweet or sour? Neither.
[162] Mr. PiBB or Dr. Pepper? What's that?
[163] Tea or coffee? Both.
[164] Sappy/action/comedy/horror? COMEDY.
[165] Ocean or pool? Ocean.
[166] Cooler Ranch or Nacho Cheese? I beg your pardon?
[167] Mud or Jello wrestling? I beg your pardon again?
[168] With or without ice-cubes? With. I'm an ice-cube chewer.
[169] Milk/Dark/White chocolate? All!
[170] Shine or rain? There's always something to do.
[171] Top or Bottom? Tops for clothing, bottom for sex. Lame? 101%.
[172] Winter/Spring/Summer/fall? Who cares?
[174] Skiing or boarding? Who bloody cares?
[175] Biking or blading? Who god-damn bloody cares?
[176] Cake or cookies? COOOOOOOOKKKIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!
[177] Cereal or toast? CEEEEEEEERRREEEEAAAAAALLLLL!!!
[178] Car or truck? I hate driving.
[179] Night or day? As long as my time is not wasted.
[180] Gloves or mittens? Heck.
[181] Pager or Cell phone? Cell phone. Pagers are pretty useless.
[182] Bunk bed or waterbed? Anywhere I can sleep on. But I'm a sucker for hammocks.
[183] Chewing gum or hard candy? Gum. Forbidden stuff taste EXTRA good.
[184] Motor boat or sailboat? Ah heck.
[185] Lights on or off? On when I'm doing something other than sex. =P
[186] What's your favorite color? I don't know.
[187] What's your favorite Drink? Honestly I don't know. Just don't give me bitter stuff or poison.
[188] What's your favorite animal? Cats for playing, dogs for looking at and chickens for food.
[189] What's your favorite Holiday? My birthday. HAHA.
[190] What's your favorite Quote? Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
[191] What's your favorite non dairy Ice cream flavor? Gak. Chocolate.
[192] What's your favorite Song? Tomorrow. Whatever you're hearing on my blog now.
[193] What's your favorite Book? Harry Potter
[194] What's your favorite Place? THIS IS HOME! TRULY!!
[195] What's your favorite Game? The Sims 2, Worms 2.
[196] What's your favorite Food? Chocolate, salmon sashimi... wait, didn't I just answered that question?
[197] What's your favorite Shape? Irregular.
[198] Do you like to call or be called? Call. So I can harrass people.
[199] What time is it? 7:15 pm
[200] Are you glad this EXTREMELY long survey is over? YES.

YAY!

2005-12-14T17:28:00.000+08:00

Somebody save me!!! I'm so damn fucking bored right now! All I did today was sorting out unwanted books from one shelf. You won't believe how many books I have. There are books that I don't even know existed. There are pieces of junk snapped in between some books. There are books which I should've gotten rid of 10 years ago. There are just so many books I don't know what to do with 'em. Some have sentimental value. Some have educational value. Some have absolutely no value. And I've found books which are over 40 years old. I could call myself a "vintage book collector" if I wanted to.

Yesterday wasn't so bad. I had another Coffee Bean Talking Cock session with Tsuki and Kris. We talked so much cock that we would've found it pretty hard to shut up if the faithful husband of Kristy, named Jeremy, didn't arrive at the scene to monitor his wife. I honestly didn't expect him to arrive but when he did I decided to give them a tutorial about face-to-face sitting in a cafe, with Tsuki. *holds hands with Tsuki and whisper sweet nothings at each other's face.*

Sigh. How wonderful life would be if all your free time were spent that way.

2005-12-12T15:10:00.000+08:00

Stealing quizzes. Here's one from the clique, done by Tsuki, stolen from Neil's LJ.

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "considerable authority".

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?: Wall.

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?: Who Rules The Roost

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 3pm

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?: 3.16 pm

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?: Air-con whizzing.

7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?: Yesterday. Going off to drama practice.

8: before you came to this website, what did you look at?: Clique.

9:What are you wearing?: Blue t-shirt and red tie-dye pants. Very grandmotherish.

10: Did you dream last night? What about?: Yes. A Christmas tree.

11: When did you last laugh?: When I heard Robert's "he just needed tweezers and he was like *UUUHHH*" over the phone with Tsuki.

12: what is on the walls of the room you are in?: Lemme see... Air-con, paint, bacteria, fungi, blah, blah, blah...

13: Seen anything weird lately?: Erm no.

14: What do you think of this quiz?: Lame.

15: What is the last film you saw?: Chicken Little.

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?: All Sim games and a gaming PC.

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: I hid under a couch when I saw a gorilla on TV when I was three.

18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?: Nothing. Just accept things the way they are.

19: Do you like to dance?: Silly-dance, yes.

20: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?: Zaramama...

21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?: Mictlantecuhtli...

22: Would you ever consider living abroad?: Yes.

-end-

2005-12-12T00:16:00.000+08:00

Yippee! New blogskin!! Unfathomable Lamer makes it herself. FIRST EVER SELF-MADE BLOGSKIN. With help from Kristy and Tsuki. Kudos to the Dynamic Duo of Blogskins!

The little girl is Annie, the Orphan-Girl. The voice you hear is Andrea McArdle, the Annie on the Original Broadway Cast of Annie the Musical. The song is the inspirational Tomorrow, sung to a standing ovation and oozing with heart-rendering inspiration and child-like innocence. AWW!

If the musical ever comes to town, I'LL SEE IT. EVEN IF THE TICKETS COST $1000000!

I've watched the movie on Disney Channel. BRILLIANT.

I love it and there's no reason why you shouldn't, unless you hate orphaned little girls.

Credits:

annieorphans.com for the wonderful black-and-white pictures. I'm so sorry for taking it wothout permission, don't sue me, I'm just an innocent little girl who needs an outlet for creativity! *gives the huge-eyed, act-cute-ish innocent look*

Kris for all the tutorials and the code for Tomorrow. I can't possibly thank her enough! This skin would not have been possible without her.

Tsuki for making my first blogskin and thus, providing a practical reference for blogskins. I can't do without her too!

Again, Kris and Tsuki for reviewing my blogskin and giving me valuable feedback.

Same for those whom I asked for suggestions but forgot who. Your suggestions are important to the making of blogskins too, unfortunately a human can only have so many brain cells.

Cbox for the tagboard, which makes my blog come alive.

Disney Channel, for letting me fall in love with Annie.

Thank you, Andrea McArdle, for being such a wonderful singer.

THANK YOU ALL! Now here's the lyrics:

TOMORROW

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There'll be sun

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
'Til there's none

When I'm stuck with a day
That's grey
And lonely
I just stick up my chin
And grin
And say

Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So you've gotta hang on till
Tomorrow

Come what may

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love y'all
Tomorrow
You're always a day
Away.

When I'm stuck with a day
That's grey
And lonely
I just stick up my chin
And grin
And say

Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So you've gotta hang on till
Tomorrow

Come what may

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love y'all
Tomorrow
You're always a day
Away

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love y'all
Tomorrow
You're always
A day-
A-
Way-!

YAY.

And one more thing: Should you ever wish to use this blogskin, use it, but please remember where it came from. And if you use it, have fun using it. Don't use it to bring sorrow to yourself, and don't make me become possesive of my future blogskins.

2005-12-11T22:41:00.000+08:00

I haven't been blogging these few days because Ali Baba practices are taking up a lot of my time, and when I'm not practicing I'm just resting, or having a cuppa with Tsuki at the nearest Coffee Bean.

(Ali Baba practices are not lessons that teach me how to Ali Baba. They are practice sessions for an upcoming musical called Ali Baba and the 21 Thieves. And I am acting as Ali Baba's nasty, horrendous, snobbishly-rich sister-in-law.)

Coffee Bean sessions are so much fun. We talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, 1.30pm to 6pm for as long as we are free. We talk about everything best friends can talk about, and the coffee just keeps us going. Just the three of us, leading THE life before school reopens.

Practice sessions are... hmm, I don't know if I should say it's boring or fun. It's fun when it's your turn or, when it's not your turn, you manage to find a good gathering to play Bastard Dai Di or Animal Concentration with, which isn't always the case if you're not that popular, like me. It's boring if you haven't got good connections or good card-playing skills... like me. Nevertheless, I can still have fun lying in a corner and dozing off until the stage manager shouts, "Ji2 He2!!!" ("GATHER HERE!!")

List Of Things To Do When You Are Stuck In A Boring Practice Session

1. Sleep.
2. Daydream.
3. Watch other people play Bridge or Dai Di.
4. Try playing Dai Di with other people and lose 100 games in a row.
5. Sabo Zhiyuan if he plays Animal Concentration with a bunch of people and you. Therefore, join any game that has Zhiyuan in it, and sabo him whenever you can.
6. *WARNING! DO THIS ONLY IF YOU ARE VERY DEPRIVED OF VISUAL STIMULATION* Look out for hot guys. Which is only advisable if you want a *muscular* shoulder to cry on.
7. Take a deck of cards. Shuffle.
8. Gather in a group and gossip or tell stories.
9. Watch whoever's rehearsing.
10. Just pretend you don't exist! Until the director calls for you, of course.

*yawn.*

-Unfathomable Lamer.

2005-12-06T23:39:00.000+08:00

Yippee. Day out with Mum! We went for lunch with my aunt and cousins at Sakae Sushi (which sucks; Fiesta is 10000X better.). Although the food wasn't too good, we still had a good time talking over meals. Later we made a trip down to my uncle's flat. The rest of the family had gone on a vacation, leaving my little 2 1/2 year old cousin and the maid behind. Classic Quotes of Zoe:

"Mummy say no."(when offered a sweet)

"What?"(when she realises she did something wrong)

"Got blood!!"(when talking about her accident with a drawer that left her toenail broken.)

AWWWW!!!

After all that baby talk Mum and me went to Plaza Singapura and shopped the day away. Did I mention that she's completely in love with Spotlight. We also went to Centrepoint, where we met my eldest brother... in the middle of a date. Oops! Talk about being untimely.

- Unfathomable Lamer

2005-12-05T21:44:00.000+08:00

Welup. Another Best Friend Day Out today. Tsuki and I actually wanted to take funny photos today, but we decided that today is a day for coffee and so we headed down to Coffee Bean for a cuppa and a long, long chat.

How lame can this be?!

2005-12-02T21:31:00.000+08:00

Best Friends Day Out 1: 1st Dec 2005
Guest Friend: Chiang Jia Ying, an old classmate and friend.

First bad mention: CHIANGJIA WAS LATE!!! But not on purpose of course.

Tsuki and I spotted a dying fish in the aquarium at Wisma Atria. All the other fishes were alive but all look slightly off-colour. Apparently they're not well taken care of.

And we meet Chiang Jia and the fun starts HERE.

Amidst flying saliva we went to Coffee Bean. Amidst flying saliva we drink coffee. Amidst flying saliva we strolled around Kinokuniya, looking at fashion books. Amidst flying saliva we see Barbie dolls (*GASP*) and Sylvanian Families.

Topics dicussed: Chicken Gay, NKF Thingy, coffee, movies, Stephanie......

One chinese idiom: Kou3 Mo4 Heng2 Fei1. (transliteration: Saliva flying sideways.)

Best Friends Day 2: 2nd December 2005
Guest Friend: None

First bad mention: I WAS LATE! But just by a little.

Tsuki and I watched CHICKEN LITTLE!!! CHICKEN LITTLE SO CUTE @#$%!!!! Abby, Fish, and Runt. AND OMG THE BABY ALIEN. AH.

And Dragostea Din Tei.

Up: Cute characters, colourful and vibrant animation, imaginative concept of the "piece of sky".

Down: Lame story, weird song lyrics (I'm bruised. You're bruised. We bruise so easily, blah, blah, blah.), unsuitable voice for Chicken Little (he's so cutesy looking but his voice is too damn deep).

After even more talk about Austin Powers (listen ELDDS members, if our concept is workable, you guys are in for a colourful year.), we took NEOPRINTS!! Haven't had them for a while with Tsuki. It's easy to see who decorated what; Mine is aways quite wordy with captions while Tsuki's is usually a patch of colours occupying any space that is not our faces. She said it, she's out to drain the printer of its ink.

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2005-11-30T15:22:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was SHAGGELICIOUS, BABY.

Kristy and Tsuki came to my house to watch Project Runway and Austin Powers: Goldmember.

Project Runway is about 12 siao-gows who like to make clothes for super-skinny girls, six feet tall. Starr is ugly, Nora is a crybaby, Kevin is boring, Mario is lazy, Daniel is N.A.T.O (No Action, Talk Only), Alexandra is Britney's long lost twin, Jay is porny, Wendy is scheming, Austin is gay, sissy, oysterish, girly, squeaky, yucky and dramatic (but nonetheless funny), Vanessa is funny, Kara Saun is not too bad and Robert is a troublemaker.

Classic Quotes:

"Robert, get out of the room, NOW."
"People are going to get a little bitchy."
"Oh my."
"I...CAN SEW!!!!!!!!"
"*sob* Why does it *sob* have to be *sob* this way!!!"
"Oh you know, I was thinking of wearing a pair of studded thongs."
"Oh is there going to be sequins? 'Cos I LOVE sequins OMG OMG OMG"
"When I first thought of envy, I thought of the Evil Queen in Snow White..."
"Completely disgusting!"

Austin Powers is pervertic but SUPER FUNNY!

"YOU ASKIN' ME TO EAT SOME SHIT?!"
"No, he just asked if you'd like to eat some shitake mushrooms."

"No, she is my twin sister, Fook Yu. See, Fook Mi, Fook Yu."

"Yeah, baby, yeah!"

"Why don't you stand up and take a bow, Dad. Dad? Dad?!!"

"Hands up because it's Foxxy Cleopatra in da house."

I laughed so much I got phlegm stuck in my throat.

Yeah, baby, yeah.

2005-11-28T12:11:00.000+08:00

My wireless connection has been going haywire these few days, so I retreat to the world of The Sims 2!! But I guess even now when it's fine I still want to Sim some more. It's addictive.

Yesterday was BORING. I should be enjoying myself when I finally have time off drama practices. Yet I found myself at this stupid bookstore near Raffles Hotel, selling all sorts of Chinese books importd from China. I have nothing against Chinese books and Chinese bookstores but spending the entire day at one spot was just not my cup of tea. The reason why I was there the entire afternoon was because my mum was trying to spend $32 worth of vouchers before they expire next week. In the end, after spending all that the cashier gave us $6 worth of vouchers because there was a promotion going on, for every $10 you get $2 worth of vouchers. So in the end I had to look for MORE books.

I WANTED HBP. Turns out that place only has the Chinese version, and I don't trust the Chinese version anymore because their translation is just terrible. Nothing wrong with the storyline but it was full of grammatical errors. Yes, I'm being a grammar bitch here.

IT WAS MY CHANCE TO SHOP FOR A PROPER PENCIL CASE. Turns out that place sells only books and nothing else. And me, being too kind and scared of my parents, decided not to voice out my opinions and look what I've done to myself. Unhappy and unfulfiled.

I wanted so badly to tell my parents to go somewhere else but they were so absorbed that I didn't dare to. I could have gotten a few more clothes, a strategy guide, a pencil case and Half-Blood Prince but I guess I love my parents too much.

In the end I was the only one to walk away with two new books. Jimmy's "Mr Wing" and a book on Chinses culture.

Then, we had to go home for dinner when I didn't feel like it. But too bad, the maid had cooked dinner.

See, people, that's what you get when you don't voice out your opinions. You get endless pains.

-Unfathomable Lamer.