I <3 Nokia phones. NOT

My stupid phone shut off on me and isn't willing to switch on.. AGAIN!! Stupid Nokia phones. I'm now stuck with the huge bulky flip one, also a Nokia. I'd really appreciate it if you people SMS-ed me so i can save the numbers all over again. Thanks.

And Lynn, sorry for that case of mistaken identity. Haha..there's just too many Lynns.

I can't think of any title because this is so random.

Byron, sadly, there isn't much time to shop nowadays, if you haven't noticed.

Sherr, the addiction is good la! I'm craving for it now. Hahah.. Am so, so, so getting fat.

Hello, Lynn! Are you the sec3, friend of Nadzerah and Shahira Lynn?

Hey, Jud. Thanks. And yea, it's Prelims. But you know what? I think you'll do a lot better. Good luck for your Prelims! =) Ahh, it's been so long since I trained with you or the other PRC girls...

Prelim results. Euphoria. And it's very funny, my total score is 666 over 900. The devil's own, eh? But anyway, now, worry sets in. I'm scared that with the results, expectations, not just my own, are being set sky high. It'd be terribly disappointing if I couldn't meet them. Oh, and I'm excited about the IR thing. Wouldn't it be so cool if that American company really did get involved in it and Broadway productions could be held in Sg. I'd so love it.







The pool is just gorgeous at night. Picture doesn't do it justice. I forgot what else I wanted to blog about. And I'm famished now, craving for Auntie Anne's and for some reason, Magic Wok.

Onomatopoeia

(Disclaimer: This entry is in no way an attempt to be poetic. I know I cannot be. Sounds are interesting. I was amused.)


Rumble.
Goes my tummy.

Chomp.
I love chicken biryani.

Gulp.
I drank too much.

Eurgh.
I think I'm bloated.

Burp.
Compliments to the chef.

Crack.
Across the sky, web-like flashes creep.

Rumble.
The angels are about to weep.

Shuffle shuffle.
"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late for my date."

Pitter-patter.
The storm is here.

Foooooooo..
The winds howl.

Yawn.
Add Maths, such a chore.

Blahblahblah
Goes Ms. Fatimah.

Hiss.
Cars run down the street.

Yawn.
"Okay, Ashwini, you can go."

Splash.
Darn puddle.

Crunch.

Uh-oh.

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Ew. Poor snail.

Back..

I guess I kind of MIA-ed for a while there. I was super lazy. Sides, prelims. What more do I have to say.

Hello Nadzerah! =)

And I agree with Aishah. Chijmes sucked. Romance isn't all it's made out to be, remember Byron? Anyway, how could it be romantic when the walls cause reverberations and with the smell of food and hearing all the noise, the place was more hawker centre-ish. Least, that's what it seemed to me.

Clariee. You're the only one who cares, child. Haha.. =)

Oh, and to that little gerger, evn tho euu think euu are berii kewl, euu niid 2 rmb tt wat euu see here is jux e tip of e iceberg bcoz euu are jux an outsider lookin in. so if my bloggiex here bothers euu horx, click tt lil "x" in e top rite hnd corner of urr screen. byeex. =)

Good riddance. I agree this is a public blog and everyone has the right to think what they want but at the same time, we should remember that people are different and just because they don't conform to your idea of "cool" or normal doesn not give you the right to judge others. Grow up!

Blahh. Before, I ramble on some more, let's get the results over with.

Eng - A2(with out oral)
Chi - C5, I think
E.Maths - A1
A.Maths - A1
Geog/SS - C5
Bio - A2
Chem - A1
Phy - A1
Lit - B3

Not too shabby, but I still think I could've done better. But isn't it always that way? Never satisfied with results.. A.Maths being the exception. From a consistent failure to A1. Woohoo! I was ecstatic. =) I just hope either I can buck up on Geog/SS or I get to replace Geog/SS with Lit.

Other than prelims and results, been going around town too. For no specific reason, though most of the shops visited were shops selling prom dresses. But unfortunately, most of us only seem to know Daniel Yam. Limited knowledge about shops selling prom dresses equates to high possibility of wearing the same dress as someone else. So, I'm toying around with the idea of designing one myself. But, my drawing sucks so I can't put ideas down on paper. While taking a break from all the walking on Fri, Germaine bought a sour cream and onion pretzel from Antie Anne's. I always thought it would taste weird. I thought wrong. I got kind of addicted to it and dragged Sher to Suntec just to get the sour cream and onion pretzel. I don't know anyplace else that has an Auntie Anne's outlet la.

Airhead.

Just now, during Lit, Ms Tang gave me a list of Term 4 events to put up in class on Monday. Since she was busy marking my essays, which I'm glad to mention I've improved in, I thought I glance through the list.

Guess where prom night will be held? The Hilton! =) Thank goodness. I feared it would have been held at say, the (cheaponana?) school hall or something.

Oh, The Perfect Catch is a nice movie. Well, it has to be, with Drew Barrymore(!!) and Jimmy Fallon. A typical sappy love story for hopeless romantics like me; one where I don't have to think much at all because somehow or the other, everything unfolds in a super coincidental manner (a bit like Shakespearean plays). Perfect. Since I'm told I look amazingly bimbotic, I might as well have the mind of a bimbo as well, right? Well, take a look inside my (air)head.







<----- This is what it looks like on good days, when I happen to be thinking productively. Gee, I wonder what it'd look like if I was spaced out.

I'd probably like, have this look on my face, ya know? Like, so totally "Du-uhh........"

On holiday! =)

He bought food for us. Aawww.

Insomniac

It's 4plus in the morning and I'm up trying to finish up Memoirs of a Geisha. Far from the ending but I needed a break cuz I felt a headache coming on. Came online and I found my dear h-band still awake. She's apparently hooked on some game.

I ran in the late evening just now. Well, if you'd actually consider it running since I stopped at every bridge in Pasir Ris park. The mangrove swamp place is open for business. Really, really boring place. There's nothing interesting to do or see, unless couples enjoying some alone time is what interests you.

Of late, I've been thinking that I should get a bicycle. The last time I rode on one regularly was in primary school. I was the geek who cylcled to school with the heavy backpack.

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Stupid keyboard's still giving me hell. I've had to resort to using the handwriting feature on MSN which looks something like this.





Plain ugly. And finger numbing since I'm using a laptop.

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Have you ever felt really terrible about a decision you made during the spur of the moment and you later regret it, but yet, you don't know what you can do to undo that foolish decision de

(At this point, my retarded keyboard managed to somehow shut down the laptop. Luckily, Blogger has that post retrieving function.)

...you don't know what you can do to undo that foolish decision despite knowing that that decision cost you a very dear friend. I don't have the faintest idea as to how I should approach that friend in an attempt to reconcile. Or perhaps it's just my own ego coming in the way. I'm not one who likes eating humble pie, not like the incident came up due to a fault of mine. We were both to blame, I guess. And since this happened a few months ago, it makes things even more awkward cuz we don't see each other much and with the months gone by, we're practically strangers.

As much as I'd like to elaborate, I shouldn't air dirty laundry the keyboard is testing my patience way too much.

The bus ride home..

I can't stand Lit. I'm gonna die. Stupid subject. What was I thinking when I appealed for it?? 4 hours of hearing Mrs Neo droning on and on. Brought along a sketchbook and doodled and realised for the gazillionth time that I so don't have any idea whoatsoever as to how to draw in facial features. Was left with an angel who had no face. Sher thinks it looks better that way.


I went for my Chi today and I kept seeing barrels of burning hell money. Everywhere I turned, I saw incense, candles and ashes. Almost died of asphyxiation. I think today is what, end of the hungry ghost festival or something? There was a big celebration of some sort near my teacher's house and all the while I was being drilled with Chi words, I had the urge to just get up and go see the show cuz the music sure sounded damn good. I think it was a local band playing or something. Couldn't hear the lyrics clearly and I didn't recognise the tunes.

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Bedok was crawling with people cuz of the stupid pasar malam and I had to bloody hell wait for almost an hour for the damn bus. Was already starting to feel fucking pissed off cuz really, I admit, patience is a virtue that I do not have! While waiting, I saw an old cleaner woman burning a lot of God knows what and I quite liked the way the luminous flames flickered, giving rise to glowing embers that ascended like fireflies, temporarily twinkling against the night sky before disappearing into the darkness. So nice and so calming. I spaced out a bit and the next thing I know, huge ass pieces of dirty grey ashes are flying right at me. Such a lousy day.

And to make things worse, a stop after I boarded the bus, a big group of mats came on board. Uh oh. I knew I shouldn't have sat at the back. Big groups make me uncomfortable. Later right, a girl about 15 I think got on board and stood, her side facing the mats and she was wearing super short shorts. The fellas thought it'd be amusing to take pictures of the unsuspecting girl. What an abuse of cameraphones. Very funny is it, to mentally outrage the girl's modesty with your filthy imaginations for the sake of your entertainment?

Speaking of entertainment, I want to go see Quidam!

Anyway, the poor girl must have known something was up when they kept laughing and looking back and forth at the phone screen and her cuz she soon started (un)consciously tugging at her mini shorts.

I bet you this kind of behaviour only happens when the mats are in big groups. It's natural, I guess, to be more daring when you're surrounded by your friends. Safety in numbers.

Like one time, a few years back, I was on the way home from Changi Village with Aqil and I was having trouble getting into a comfortable position cuz SBS buses never seem to have enough leg room so unintentionally, my knees pushed against the seat in front. The idiot sitting in front turned around and with his beady eyes and ah beng accent, SHOUTED at me to stop pushing. Later, after I got off, Aqil told me Musa and the rest of the guys got on and the stupid ah beng's friends got off. They purposely pushed the seat and the idiot just kept mum, unlike before. See what I mean?

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Yesterday, some arsehole male chauvinistic pig wrote into Today suggesting that polygamy be legalised to stem rising divorce rates. Such a typical male view! It's marriage, dude. YOU fell in love with her. YOU courted her. YOU proposed to her. YOU took your vows with her to be with each other till death do you part. Just simply keep your dick in your pants and don't screw other women! Is that so hard? Besides, doctors have reported that it's the men who aren't pleasing their wives. YOU can't even satify one woman and YOU want several women?! tsktsk. If I were related to the guy in any little way at all, I'd slap him silly for even thinking of such a stupid "solution".

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I'm just feeling so in a mood swing today. I, of all people, didn't feel like walking in the rain. And it's one of those days when I feel like a blob of fat. I stepped out of the shower and I think my thighs have grown to epic proportions. Blahh.

So many "I"s in my posts, don't you think?

You know how some people have very messy rooms (and I mean very messy) and they argue that it's an organised mess cuz they still can find what they're looking for?

Well, I'm one of them.

My mum had leave the other day and she went and rearranged stuff in my room to make it neater. Now, I can't find anything!