i give up.
i will never be able to understand html.
i will never be able to understand html.
posted by charlene @ 6:15 PM
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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
i'm in a dilemma.
i have mc for tomorrow.
and i'm really not feeling well.
but..
but..
tomorrow, the day after and the day after is adam khoo's talk!!!
sigh.
i really wanna go.
but.
i also really wanna stay home.
sigh.
i have mc for tomorrow.
and i'm really not feeling well.
but..
but..
tomorrow, the day after and the day after is adam khoo's talk!!!
sigh.
i really wanna go.
but.
i also really wanna stay home.
sigh.
posted by charlene @ 5:45 PM
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i'm sick =)
like finally.
its been sucha long time since i was last down with fever.
oooh how i missed you.
it was 39.1 degrees celcius yesterday.
not my highest but..
hey. a fever is a fever.
*we're having human brains for dinner* =)
it all started on sunday, two days ago.
my family went out for dinner but i stayed home because i wanted to watch a tv show. i only found out that he wasn't happy about it after they came back. before they went out i sad i'll find something to eat at home. and if they wanted to buy anything dont buy too much. my mum said she'll buy fried oyster and i told her to buy the 3 dollars packet instead of the five dollars. when they came back, i found out that my dad bought chicken wings and fried oyster. he went to buy the EIGHT bucks fried oyster. and expected me to finish it all. like WTF. i was like fucking full la. i had raided the kitchen and ate like tonns of junk food and they came back. and he kept calling me to eat. even though i said when i'm hungry then i'll go and eat, he repeatedly called. like a tape recorder. when i finally went, he started calling my brother to eat. same thing. repeating over and over again. and my brother was also watching tv and my dad was starting to get very irritating. so i said "aiyah! if he's hungry he'll come and eat. dont need you to call." and to cut the long story short, he blew his top. slammed his hand on the glass table while ranting, washed his cup and threw the thingy you use to cover cups forcefully on the dishrack. it bounced out needless to say. and my dad was like. "you all say i never blow up right?" like. WTF.
i was pissed. he keeps ranting and ranting and ranting about oh how papa suffer for you all you dont know how much i sacrificed and never complain bla bla.
never complain? WTF. whats that then?
he complains and complains and complains and complains.
from what i see, he's just trying to get our pity.
so before i slept, my mum came to my room and was like. why papa so angry? i was still pissed. said a bunch of stuff that i cant remember except. forget it. i'm wrong. i'm always wrong and he's always right. and my dad heard it. when i went to apologise, he was like. say sorry for what? i'm right and you're wrong right? so say sorry for what.
i was thinking. eh motherfucker. i'm saying sorry to you. you either accept it or not. dont waste my fucking time.
and he went on and on about the sacrifice and never complain crap work so hard for what he's the head of the house bla bla. and as usual, i switched off. one ear in, one ear out. like. why else would god give us two ears instead of one?
so as usual, he went on about my bad habits and bla bla. three things i remember was.
One. he blamed my behavior on america. the music and MTV and the people who i hang out with. hey. how else am i supposed to behave? like a nerd? like him? i picked up nothing from the world. i am happy the way i am. have a fucking problem with that?
Two. he said i had no friends. !@#$%^&*(). who's the one without friends? like. look who's talking. i have never picked up a phone call for him that isn't work-based. even calls regarding work are few. he has like an average of five phone calls a year. and he rarely uses his handphone. my dad has either little or no friends and clearly has a HUGE atitude problem. why else has he been constantly jobless after every contract ends??
Three. he asked me to be a prostitute. -you can continue degrading and degrading yourself until that level of a prostitude. why not be one since you have no value of yourself? like. what kinda fucking father asks his daughter to become a prostitute? i value every fucking part of myself. and a prostitute earns much more than him. seriously. he needs to have a good long fuck with my mum. i swear they havn't been fucking for years(my two brothers sleep with them every night).
that put me in a seriously bad mood.
about half an hour after the scolding/lashing/ranting/complaining ended, my mum came into my room and said some stuff. and i told her that he asked me to be a prostitute and she didn't say anything. after i closed the door, i cried. i dont know why. but i did. like. two years ago, i wanted to be a prostitute. cash flow like waterfalls. that was two years ago. now. i wanna open a club that'll rival zouk. i dont know how am i gonna do it. but. thats what i wanna be.
so, i was lying on my bed, hugging my pillow and crying when i suddenly stopped, sat up and asked myself. why should i cry over something my dad said? i went to my toilet, stared at myself in the mirror and for a moment, my mind was blank. a moment of pure bliss. even after i packed my bag, i was still pretty much awake. but with a slight hint of an impending headache.
so i made sure everyone was asleep, went down to the kitchen and raided the fridge and the top of the microwave oven where my mum kept all the unfinished prescriptions.
no. i wasn't trying to commit suicide. i am so beyond that. i value my life too much to end it just like that.
i was trying to get myself sleepy. so that i wouldn't think. if i wasn't sleepy and lay on my bed, i would think. and thinking is bad for me.
i took 3 tablespoon of my previous cough syrup that i didn't finish, 2 febrax(for my headache), one yellow tablet for runny nose and one white tablet for phleghm.
while waiting for the medicine to take effect, i took out the book melvin lent me and read it. brokeback mountain and other stories. brokeback moutain was like. so sad la. i want to watch the movie!!!
yea. oh. so like within fifteen minutes into the book, i felt my heart beating really heavily against my chest. and it was faster than normal. the kind that you get after drinking alot of alcohol except that my face wasn't red and i wasn't drunk.
dismissing it, i went to sleep at around two am when i finished the brokeback mountain story.
the next day or rather that morning, my heartrate was still faster than normal and i was taking in quick short breaths. shortness of breaths. whatever you call it . it was like that for the whole day. so i didn't go for math remedial and headed home. i took a nap and when i woke up before dinner, i had a fever. went to the doctor, gave me mc for today and tomorrow and no pe for the entire week.
yesterday was a sleepless night. i tossed and turned and couldn't get to sleep. and when i finally got to sleep, my alarm clock would ring(i woke up suprisingly) and i had to take my medication. and my prescription was to be taken every four hours. not six, not eight. four.
so here i am. blogging while others are in school.
i dont know whether what i did the night before had anything to do with my fever. but. hey. i'm sick. and thats all that matters.
like finally.
its been sucha long time since i was last down with fever.
oooh how i missed you.
it was 39.1 degrees celcius yesterday.
not my highest but..
hey. a fever is a fever.
*we're having human brains for dinner* =)
it all started on sunday, two days ago.
my family went out for dinner but i stayed home because i wanted to watch a tv show. i only found out that he wasn't happy about it after they came back. before they went out i sad i'll find something to eat at home. and if they wanted to buy anything dont buy too much. my mum said she'll buy fried oyster and i told her to buy the 3 dollars packet instead of the five dollars. when they came back, i found out that my dad bought chicken wings and fried oyster. he went to buy the EIGHT bucks fried oyster. and expected me to finish it all. like WTF. i was like fucking full la. i had raided the kitchen and ate like tonns of junk food and they came back. and he kept calling me to eat. even though i said when i'm hungry then i'll go and eat, he repeatedly called. like a tape recorder. when i finally went, he started calling my brother to eat. same thing. repeating over and over again. and my brother was also watching tv and my dad was starting to get very irritating. so i said "aiyah! if he's hungry he'll come and eat. dont need you to call." and to cut the long story short, he blew his top. slammed his hand on the glass table while ranting, washed his cup and threw the thingy you use to cover cups forcefully on the dishrack. it bounced out needless to say. and my dad was like. "you all say i never blow up right?" like. WTF.
i was pissed. he keeps ranting and ranting and ranting about oh how papa suffer for you all you dont know how much i sacrificed and never complain bla bla.
never complain? WTF. whats that then?
he complains and complains and complains and complains.
from what i see, he's just trying to get our pity.
so before i slept, my mum came to my room and was like. why papa so angry? i was still pissed. said a bunch of stuff that i cant remember except. forget it. i'm wrong. i'm always wrong and he's always right. and my dad heard it. when i went to apologise, he was like. say sorry for what? i'm right and you're wrong right? so say sorry for what.
i was thinking. eh motherfucker. i'm saying sorry to you. you either accept it or not. dont waste my fucking time.
and he went on and on about the sacrifice and never complain crap work so hard for what he's the head of the house bla bla. and as usual, i switched off. one ear in, one ear out. like. why else would god give us two ears instead of one?
so as usual, he went on about my bad habits and bla bla. three things i remember was.
One. he blamed my behavior on america. the music and MTV and the people who i hang out with. hey. how else am i supposed to behave? like a nerd? like him? i picked up nothing from the world. i am happy the way i am. have a fucking problem with that?
Two. he said i had no friends. !@#$%^&*(). who's the one without friends? like. look who's talking. i have never picked up a phone call for him that isn't work-based. even calls regarding work are few. he has like an average of five phone calls a year. and he rarely uses his handphone. my dad has either little or no friends and clearly has a HUGE atitude problem. why else has he been constantly jobless after every contract ends??
Three. he asked me to be a prostitute. -you can continue degrading and degrading yourself until that level of a prostitude. why not be one since you have no value of yourself? like. what kinda fucking father asks his daughter to become a prostitute? i value every fucking part of myself. and a prostitute earns much more than him. seriously. he needs to have a good long fuck with my mum. i swear they havn't been fucking for years(my two brothers sleep with them every night).
that put me in a seriously bad mood.
about half an hour after the scolding/lashing/ranting/complaining ended, my mum came into my room and said some stuff. and i told her that he asked me to be a prostitute and she didn't say anything. after i closed the door, i cried. i dont know why. but i did. like. two years ago, i wanted to be a prostitute. cash flow like waterfalls. that was two years ago. now. i wanna open a club that'll rival zouk. i dont know how am i gonna do it. but. thats what i wanna be.
so, i was lying on my bed, hugging my pillow and crying when i suddenly stopped, sat up and asked myself. why should i cry over something my dad said? i went to my toilet, stared at myself in the mirror and for a moment, my mind was blank. a moment of pure bliss. even after i packed my bag, i was still pretty much awake. but with a slight hint of an impending headache.
so i made sure everyone was asleep, went down to the kitchen and raided the fridge and the top of the microwave oven where my mum kept all the unfinished prescriptions.
no. i wasn't trying to commit suicide. i am so beyond that. i value my life too much to end it just like that.
i was trying to get myself sleepy. so that i wouldn't think. if i wasn't sleepy and lay on my bed, i would think. and thinking is bad for me.
i took 3 tablespoon of my previous cough syrup that i didn't finish, 2 febrax(for my headache), one yellow tablet for runny nose and one white tablet for phleghm.
while waiting for the medicine to take effect, i took out the book melvin lent me and read it. brokeback mountain and other stories. brokeback moutain was like. so sad la. i want to watch the movie!!!
yea. oh. so like within fifteen minutes into the book, i felt my heart beating really heavily against my chest. and it was faster than normal. the kind that you get after drinking alot of alcohol except that my face wasn't red and i wasn't drunk.
dismissing it, i went to sleep at around two am when i finished the brokeback mountain story.
the next day or rather that morning, my heartrate was still faster than normal and i was taking in quick short breaths. shortness of breaths. whatever you call it . it was like that for the whole day. so i didn't go for math remedial and headed home. i took a nap and when i woke up before dinner, i had a fever. went to the doctor, gave me mc for today and tomorrow and no pe for the entire week.
yesterday was a sleepless night. i tossed and turned and couldn't get to sleep. and when i finally got to sleep, my alarm clock would ring(i woke up suprisingly) and i had to take my medication. and my prescription was to be taken every four hours. not six, not eight. four.
so here i am. blogging while others are in school.
i dont know whether what i did the night before had anything to do with my fever. but. hey. i'm sick. and thats all that matters.
posted by charlene @ 11:41 AM
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Sunday, February 26, 2006
something great happened yesterday while i was on my way home after church.
i got stuck in the train somewhere between tanah merah and bedok/simei(cant remember)
for a whole 30 mins!!!!!
*claps*
so fun
=P
they said it was some track fault or something.
tsk.
lousy train operators.
they should have opened the doors and let us all commit suiside.
fortunately the air conditioning system was still functioning. though i would have preferred if the lights went out.
oh well.
oh. i've decided that i will try daniel powter songs.
so far, i've nothing against him.
and i'm obsessed with free loop.
the video is one of the nicest i've seen.
as in the story.
and the little boy.
so touching.
*sniffs*
i got stuck in the train somewhere between tanah merah and bedok/simei(cant remember)
for a whole 30 mins!!!!!
*claps*
so fun
=P
they said it was some track fault or something.
tsk.
lousy train operators.
they should have opened the doors and let us all commit suiside.
fortunately the air conditioning system was still functioning. though i would have preferred if the lights went out.
oh well.
oh. i've decided that i will try daniel powter songs.
so far, i've nothing against him.
and i'm obsessed with free loop.
the video is one of the nicest i've seen.
as in the story.
and the little boy.
so touching.
*sniffs*
posted by charlene @ 3:25 PM
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Saturday, February 25, 2006
i'm traumatised by the dead cat. i almost cried when i saw it. tears were there but i held them back. the eyes. red, popping out. i freaked. literally. after one glance, i dared not turn my head to look back. i was suprised how a dead cat by the roadside could affect me that much. it literally sank me into depression for the past few days.
i just wanna break down and cry.
i just wanna break down and cry.
posted by charlene @ 1:52 PM
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my brother is such a copycat. he copies the cat! grrr.
monkey see monkey do's better. he's the monkey.
he wants to steal fyewerkz from me. how dare he.
i first started drinking hard liquor. then the next time my parents opened a bottle of martel he was like. 'i oso wan' urggh. nerdtryingtobeanahbengwannabe. plus he copies the cat. then i went on to drinking booz, and he followed. whenever i asked my mum to buy a bottle for me, he'll be like 'i oso wan'. then i switched to bacardi. and the same thing happened. and now he's trying to say he's not copying me by drinking q. vodka. like come on la. drink the actual vodka if you really have the guts. you can barely taste vodka in that. i drank some kind of vodka mix before. and the concentration of vodka was not much yet i could taste it. then, my parents opened braileys. and he's going around telling people " i looooooove coffee wine" like. wtf. firstly, its braileys. secondly, who gives a fuck if you love braileys? then i opened a can of tiger beer in the fridge and now he's like. "i want to drink that can of beer in the fridge" hell. i know i declared before that beer sucks. it still do. but i drink that when i have no other alternative. he said before that he hates beer(when i said i hated beer). now, he's like "i wanna drink beer". urggh. he even got drunk twice. once when trying to show off to my mum's students and the other time when my mum gave both of us too much liquor.(kay. i got drunk too. but only once.)
a note to all guys: drink only when you like it, and not because you think its cool and/or want to imitate someone.
and its because of him, someone stopped blogging.
i have a feeling that he's changed his blog again. lets call him a.
my brother found out that a. has a blog and that i've been going to it. and he's like. "i also can. i just sms him and i will have his blog already." and now he's tagging on a.'s blog. the worst part is that he didn't leave his name, but instead left it as 'someone u noe' like. you're making it sound like you're some desperate girl trying to go after him. and ever since 'someone u noe' started tagging on his blog, a. has stopped blogging. not only that. a. never replied to any of 'someone u noe''s tags. apparently a. thinks i'm on very good terms with my brother. last year, a smsed my brother to pass me a message. guess what? he didn't. i only found out through xiaoting. and at that time the contents of that msg were very important to me.
what a cunt.
monkey see monkey do's better. he's the monkey.
he wants to steal fyewerkz from me. how dare he.
i first started drinking hard liquor. then the next time my parents opened a bottle of martel he was like. 'i oso wan' urggh. nerdtryingtobeanahbengwannabe. plus he copies the cat. then i went on to drinking booz, and he followed. whenever i asked my mum to buy a bottle for me, he'll be like 'i oso wan'. then i switched to bacardi. and the same thing happened. and now he's trying to say he's not copying me by drinking q. vodka. like come on la. drink the actual vodka if you really have the guts. you can barely taste vodka in that. i drank some kind of vodka mix before. and the concentration of vodka was not much yet i could taste it. then, my parents opened braileys. and he's going around telling people " i looooooove coffee wine" like. wtf. firstly, its braileys. secondly, who gives a fuck if you love braileys? then i opened a can of tiger beer in the fridge and now he's like. "i want to drink that can of beer in the fridge" hell. i know i declared before that beer sucks. it still do. but i drink that when i have no other alternative. he said before that he hates beer(when i said i hated beer). now, he's like "i wanna drink beer". urggh. he even got drunk twice. once when trying to show off to my mum's students and the other time when my mum gave both of us too much liquor.(kay. i got drunk too. but only once.)
a note to all guys: drink only when you like it, and not because you think its cool and/or want to imitate someone.
and its because of him, someone stopped blogging.
i have a feeling that he's changed his blog again. lets call him a.
my brother found out that a. has a blog and that i've been going to it. and he's like. "i also can. i just sms him and i will have his blog already." and now he's tagging on a.'s blog. the worst part is that he didn't leave his name, but instead left it as 'someone u noe' like. you're making it sound like you're some desperate girl trying to go after him. and ever since 'someone u noe' started tagging on his blog, a. has stopped blogging. not only that. a. never replied to any of 'someone u noe''s tags. apparently a. thinks i'm on very good terms with my brother. last year, a smsed my brother to pass me a message. guess what? he didn't. i only found out through xiaoting. and at that time the contents of that msg were very important to me.
what a cunt.
posted by charlene @ 1:37 PM
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Monday, February 20, 2006
three new ceedees makes charlene a very happy girl =)
i really have to work hard.
i dont want to waste my mum's money both on tuition fees and on the things that she has been buying me.
plus, i had a raise.
yup.
*claps*
i'm so happy.
after reasoning with my mum(and her talking to my dad), they've decided to raise my allowance by ten bucks. yes. ten bucks. enough for an hour's jaming session at fyewerkz. =P
i'm barely surviving on twenty five bucks a week so this raise got me pretty estatic. =P
so my mum bought me two ceedees yesterday at carrefour. the cover's not in good condition(as the ceedee must have bee there for a loooooong time) but. who cares. i have sugar ray(the hits) and the all american rejects(move along). there wasn't any googoodolls and hoobastank but. hey. a ceedee is a ceedee.
and my tuition teacher bought me planet shakers(always and forever) for passing my e math test(20/40). yup. it was the first math test i passed in two years. =)
oh. its sec three camp today and the following two days. good news and bad news.
good news:
peace in the house because my brother(winston) is away and he isn't there to quarrel with wilbert. *claps* and. and. i wont have to hear him raping his wife everyday. like. they really make alot of noise. he sings and she moans along. really irritating. one, because he only plays christian songs and that really disrupts my concentration when i'm singing a googoodolls/hoobastank/all-american reject/hanson song in the shower. two, he thinks his singing is nice. its such a turn-off. no wonder his wife never climaxes.
bad news:
zann and ding are away too. locked up in some prison in changi. and no unauthorised visitors allowed(which is me). tsk. i hope they'll live to tell the tale. sigh. three quarters of the band are away. how can one quarter of the band have recess on wednesday? me? all alone? by myself? *sobs* oh well. next week then.
i miss meow. the one that i met the other day. whenever i walk along the covered walkway, i'm alwas looking out for meow. however, it seems that meow has vanished into thin air. oh my dear dear meow. here kitty kitty kitty. here kitty kitty kitty.
oh. while i was at carrefour the other day, my mum was looking at toilet rolls (me and my brother were arguing about my mum buying scott toilet paper. i think my ass is royalty enough to deserve scott) and he was saying oh what waste money and bla bla. then, i spotted this.
a dead spider!
so whats the moral of the story? never buy carrefour brand toilet rolls.
today should be the last of my days of bloodiness(for this month). to those people who have been affected by my mood swings, let me say a word(or two) in my defence.
raging hormones.
i really have to work hard.
i dont want to waste my mum's money both on tuition fees and on the things that she has been buying me.
plus, i had a raise.
yup.
*claps*
i'm so happy.
after reasoning with my mum(and her talking to my dad), they've decided to raise my allowance by ten bucks. yes. ten bucks. enough for an hour's jaming session at fyewerkz. =P
i'm barely surviving on twenty five bucks a week so this raise got me pretty estatic. =P
so my mum bought me two ceedees yesterday at carrefour. the cover's not in good condition(as the ceedee must have bee there for a loooooong time) but. who cares. i have sugar ray(the hits) and the all american rejects(move along). there wasn't any googoodolls and hoobastank but. hey. a ceedee is a ceedee.
and my tuition teacher bought me planet shakers(always and forever) for passing my e math test(20/40). yup. it was the first math test i passed in two years. =)
oh. its sec three camp today and the following two days. good news and bad news.
good news:
peace in the house because my brother(winston) is away and he isn't there to quarrel with wilbert. *claps* and. and. i wont have to hear him raping his wife everyday. like. they really make alot of noise. he sings and she moans along. really irritating. one, because he only plays christian songs and that really disrupts my concentration when i'm singing a googoodolls/hoobastank/all-american reject/hanson song in the shower. two, he thinks his singing is nice. its such a turn-off. no wonder his wife never climaxes.
bad news:
zann and ding are away too. locked up in some prison in changi. and no unauthorised visitors allowed(which is me). tsk. i hope they'll live to tell the tale. sigh. three quarters of the band are away. how can one quarter of the band have recess on wednesday? me? all alone? by myself? *sobs* oh well. next week then.
i miss meow. the one that i met the other day. whenever i walk along the covered walkway, i'm alwas looking out for meow. however, it seems that meow has vanished into thin air. oh my dear dear meow. here kitty kitty kitty. here kitty kitty kitty.
oh. while i was at carrefour the other day, my mum was looking at toilet rolls (me and my brother were arguing about my mum buying scott toilet paper. i think my ass is royalty enough to deserve scott) and he was saying oh what waste money and bla bla. then, i spotted this.
a dead spider!
so whats the moral of the story? never buy carrefour brand toilet rolls.
today should be the last of my days of bloodiness(for this month). to those people who have been affected by my mood swings, let me say a word(or two) in my defence.
raging hormones.
posted by charlene @ 10:40 PM
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The Art of Stoning
Nope, don't get your ideas wrong, this has nothing to do with killing people by throwing stones at them, but this has everything to do with your school life. Stoning is the ultimate energy saver, conserving your brain power for when you need it most, such as in an intellectual game of bridge.
Stoning is an art that requires much technique and skill, and as usual, the ever-reliable tcs gives you all you need to know about it.
Like enzymes, which have an optimum temperature for reaction, there is an optimum stoning period for every individual, which can be easily calculated.
Step 1: Take out your timetable
Step 2: Highlight all the free periods
The ones which you DID NOT highlight are the optimum periods for perfecting your stoning technique.
Now stoning is something like meditation. In that you have to be thinking of nothing. Find the gap between your thoughts. Except that stoning is way harder, because your eyes have to be open. Essentially, it is sleeping with your eyes open. Now for a detailed step-by-step guide.
step 1: run 10km
step 2: do 10 sets of 25 push-ups
note: do step 1 and 2 before school starts.
step 3: stare at a certain point
step 4: don't blink, and continue staring until you don't know what the hell you are staring at.
step 5: Now clear the rest of the thoughts from your mind.
Slowly, you enter Nirvana. The whole world is a blur and you don't give a damn as to what is happening around you. All you want to do is to stay in that blissful state where nothing really matters. Sadly and inevitably, some idiot will come to drag you out of this enchanted world by tapping on your shoulder or screaming at you to pay attention or whatever. What you have to do in this scenario is to stone him/her. In this case, it means throwing stones at him/her, and the bigger the better. That'll really make him enter Nirvana. It's always nice to spread the art of stoning around.
Postures for stoning:
Sitting with hand supporting head--- This is quite common. For the mediocre and uninitiated practitioners. They are everywhere.
standing--- For those with powerful legs. Can be found on MRT trains and buses.
half-squat---For those with even more powerful legs, found at ri swimming pool.
lying down---stone cold and very hard, though whether they have muscles is hard to say. Found in mortuaries.
Skill levels
level 1: sotong: you stare with your mouth open like some retard
level 2: apprentice: your eyes sparkle with ignorance
level 3: practitioner: you enter coma
level 4: master: your soul leaves your body
max level: grandmaster: After so much stoning, you've become....... a stone!
Well Done! The whole world is so proud of you
-adapted from talkcocksummit.
posted by charlene @ 10:22 PM
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Friday, February 17, 2006
50 Fun Things to Do During an Exam
You should not attempt these things during an actual exam. The following is meant for entertainment purposes only.
1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm so sure you can hear me thinking. " Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
6. Bring cheerleaders.
7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand any of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who are you? Where's the regular guy?"
8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc. . . ). Play with the volume at max level.
9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
10. Bring pets.
11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas. "If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.
13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
14. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
15. Come down with a BAD case of Turet's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.
17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc. . ).
23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Forget this!" and walk out triumphantly.
25. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i. e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink)
26. Show up completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
28. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!"
32. Bring a water pistol with you.
33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.
35. If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
36. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
38. Bring cheat sheets for another class (make sure this is obvious. . . like history notes for a calculus exam. . . otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit. "
39. When you walk in, complain about the heat.
40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
41. One word: Wrestlemania.
42. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
43. Try to get people in the room to do the wave.
44. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
45. Bring one pencil with a very sharp point. Break the point off your paper. Sharpen the pencil. Repeat this process for one hour.
46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc. . . sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
49. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think. " Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase "Told you so".
50. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx is a Terrible Teacher"
adapted from the Corny Corner.
1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm so sure you can hear me thinking. " Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
6. Bring cheerleaders.
7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand any of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who are you? Where's the regular guy?"
8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc. . . ). Play with the volume at max level.
9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
10. Bring pets.
11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas. "If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.
13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
14. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
15. Come down with a BAD case of Turet's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.
17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc. . ).
23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Forget this!" and walk out triumphantly.
25. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i. e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink)
26. Show up completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
28. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!"
32. Bring a water pistol with you.
33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.
35. If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
36. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
38. Bring cheat sheets for another class (make sure this is obvious. . . like history notes for a calculus exam. . . otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit. "
39. When you walk in, complain about the heat.
40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
41. One word: Wrestlemania.
42. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
43. Try to get people in the room to do the wave.
44. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
45. Bring one pencil with a very sharp point. Break the point off your paper. Sharpen the pencil. Repeat this process for one hour.
46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc. . . sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
49. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think. " Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase "Told you so".
50. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx is a Terrible Teacher"
adapted from the Corny Corner.
posted by charlene @ 11:47 PM
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you know what?
i've got loads of stuff to get off my mind.
some are rants, some are the routine exccessive thinking that i always do.
oh.
anyway, i concluded that thinking is bad for me.
i thought too much today and almost cried in the middle of the street while walking to the halker centre for lunch.
putting that aside first, there was this kitten we(me, jayne and kimberly ong) met while on the way to lunch. it was just lying there on the covered pathway minding its own business when i felt like talking to it. i talk to every meow i meet. yup. most of the time they'll stare at me and/or run away. this is the third meow so far that meowed back to me when i meowed at it. i wished i knew what i was saying and what they were replying.
so anyway, i was like wait stop. i wanna talk to that cat. and i went meow. then the little kitty looked at me. then i meowed again. then it meowed back. then i meowed again. then it meowed back and started towards me. and then we all sarted meowing happily ever efter. lol. the little kitty went like around our legs, arching its back and curling its tail around my leg. when i bent down to pet it, its fur/hair/whatever was like so soft la. softer than a teddy bear. then it lay down and stretched and did a roll over thing. it really made me go awwww.
see. i know some aren't that clear but my phone camera's a still camera. so yup.
doesn't it make you go awwww??
awwww.
*grins*
ok. now the part where i start ranting.
small kim's getting on my nerves.
like. every morning, when i wait for sonya at the bus stop, if she's early and sees me there, she'll go like "where's sonya?" like what does she expect me to answer? having sex with her neighbour? i'm not sonya's boyfriend. why do i have to know where she is? even if i am a guy and am sonya's boyfriend, i dont have to know where she is every single waking moment of the day. and even if i do know where she is, what has that gotta do with you? you have her number, so call her. plus its a dumb question to ask cos she usually comes with sonya in the same bus and thus should know that if i'm there, i'm obviously waiting for sonya which equals to she isn't there yet cos i'm waiting for her. like duh.
and then she sticks with sonya, walking beside sonya which leaves me either in front or behind. as a result, i'll listen to my mp3, pretending i dont care. and when nikkihlah comes and sonya goes over to her, she'll come walking beside me.
and today after school, i waited for sonya to go lunching. then small kim came and asked "what time sonya dismissed?" like. if i'm there waiting for her, obviously she's coming out right. and then when sonya came out, she went all clingy to sonya. so i left them alone and went over to jayne's class to wait for her. and when jayne came out, small kim came over and sonya was nowhere in sight. like. who do you wanna go with? make up your mind.
i am so sick and tired of being the extra one.
i'm not used to going out in groups.
and i dont like to.
because i always feel left out.
and that was what i was thinking too much about. about me not being there and it wouldn't make a difference. i dont like thinking. its bad for my health.
whats good for health is youghurt and bananas =)
teehee.
i love bananas. maybe thats why i'm bananas. =P i got the maid to buy a bunch for me when she went to the market cos my mens came on thursday and joanne said that banana's good for mens. plus i havn't eaten it in a week(it felt like ages).
so she bought a bunch today. and because i didn't tell my mum that i asked the maid to buy bananas for me, my mum bought another bunch =) i can have banana for breakfast, lunch and dinner =) yippie!
two bunches of bananas makes charlene a very happy girl.
as for youghurt, i will be swearing off plain youghurt after i finish the tub in my fridge. plain youghurt aint what i used to remember how it used to be. i used to love plain youghurt when i was in kindergarden. simply adored it. then for some unknown reason, i slowly stopped eating it. so i thought i'll revive the old days. i went to buy a tub of youghurt on my own. it tasted spoilt. so i threw it away. six eighty! my mum bought another tub. the same brand. it tasted spoilt. again. then my mum was like. "aiyah! i know why already." then she pointed to the word lite. lol. like. when i first bought the youghurt, i thought lite means litre in malay. turns out to be light. =P i bought another tub. different brand. marigold. it tasted slightly better. but not how i remembered what youghurt used to taste like. oh well. i guess i'll just stick to youghurt with fruits.
=)
my bra strap snapped again. the thing that connects it to the bra snapped for the second time. have to go get another one and sew it back. grrr. i dont like sewing bra straps. too tedious.
oh. did i mention that my days of bloodiness came on thursday? i didn't go school. dad's not really happy about it. but. i always refuse to go to school of the first day of my period. the cramps are really bad.
so today, i had blood stained panties cos i was simply too lazy to change my tampon when the four hours are up. my heavy days can only take out four hours on tampons. six for regular days.
and i was thinking about what would happen if i didn't sit properly and some guy saw my blood stained panties. then i came out with a rebuttal. "what are you looking at? if you're jealous of the blood on my panties, i'll chop off your dick so you'll have blood on yours too. then you'll know what its like to have menses." =P see. i think too much.
mrs theseira said i was disturbed. she was doing some letter writing and we had to describe the salesman. i went. "thick tuffs of pubic hair lined his underarms." then i grinned. and then theseira looked at me and said i was disturbed. :D
drama was okay. i think it would have helped loads if the instructor looked more like a manhunt contestant rather than some uncle who stays at home, eat, sleeps, watch soccr, beer, eat, beer, watch soccer, beer, sleep....
and he's not sharon. =(
and to you know who.
i know we're drifting. but. i dont know what to do when other people are around you. i think you know the left out feeling pretty well. but its more of the extra feeling that i always get. like you guys talk and i dont know what to say. so i just keep quiet.
i have tuition tomorrow. homework not done, eyelids closing.
God bless me.
i've got loads of stuff to get off my mind.
some are rants, some are the routine exccessive thinking that i always do.
oh.
anyway, i concluded that thinking is bad for me.
i thought too much today and almost cried in the middle of the street while walking to the halker centre for lunch.
putting that aside first, there was this kitten we(me, jayne and kimberly ong) met while on the way to lunch. it was just lying there on the covered pathway minding its own business when i felt like talking to it. i talk to every meow i meet. yup. most of the time they'll stare at me and/or run away. this is the third meow so far that meowed back to me when i meowed at it. i wished i knew what i was saying and what they were replying.
so anyway, i was like wait stop. i wanna talk to that cat. and i went meow. then the little kitty looked at me. then i meowed again. then it meowed back. then i meowed again. then it meowed back and started towards me. and then we all sarted meowing happily ever efter. lol. the little kitty went like around our legs, arching its back and curling its tail around my leg. when i bent down to pet it, its fur/hair/whatever was like so soft la. softer than a teddy bear. then it lay down and stretched and did a roll over thing. it really made me go awwww.
see. i know some aren't that clear but my phone camera's a still camera. so yup.
doesn't it make you go awwww??
awwww.
*grins*
ok. now the part where i start ranting.
small kim's getting on my nerves.
like. every morning, when i wait for sonya at the bus stop, if she's early and sees me there, she'll go like "where's sonya?" like what does she expect me to answer? having sex with her neighbour? i'm not sonya's boyfriend. why do i have to know where she is? even if i am a guy and am sonya's boyfriend, i dont have to know where she is every single waking moment of the day. and even if i do know where she is, what has that gotta do with you? you have her number, so call her. plus its a dumb question to ask cos she usually comes with sonya in the same bus and thus should know that if i'm there, i'm obviously waiting for sonya which equals to she isn't there yet cos i'm waiting for her. like duh.
and then she sticks with sonya, walking beside sonya which leaves me either in front or behind. as a result, i'll listen to my mp3, pretending i dont care. and when nikkihlah comes and sonya goes over to her, she'll come walking beside me.
and today after school, i waited for sonya to go lunching. then small kim came and asked "what time sonya dismissed?" like. if i'm there waiting for her, obviously she's coming out right. and then when sonya came out, she went all clingy to sonya. so i left them alone and went over to jayne's class to wait for her. and when jayne came out, small kim came over and sonya was nowhere in sight. like. who do you wanna go with? make up your mind.
i am so sick and tired of being the extra one.
i'm not used to going out in groups.
and i dont like to.
because i always feel left out.
and that was what i was thinking too much about. about me not being there and it wouldn't make a difference. i dont like thinking. its bad for my health.
whats good for health is youghurt and bananas =)
teehee.
i love bananas. maybe thats why i'm bananas. =P i got the maid to buy a bunch for me when she went to the market cos my mens came on thursday and joanne said that banana's good for mens. plus i havn't eaten it in a week(it felt like ages).
so she bought a bunch today. and because i didn't tell my mum that i asked the maid to buy bananas for me, my mum bought another bunch =) i can have banana for breakfast, lunch and dinner =) yippie!
two bunches of bananas makes charlene a very happy girl.
as for youghurt, i will be swearing off plain youghurt after i finish the tub in my fridge. plain youghurt aint what i used to remember how it used to be. i used to love plain youghurt when i was in kindergarden. simply adored it. then for some unknown reason, i slowly stopped eating it. so i thought i'll revive the old days. i went to buy a tub of youghurt on my own. it tasted spoilt. so i threw it away. six eighty! my mum bought another tub. the same brand. it tasted spoilt. again. then my mum was like. "aiyah! i know why already." then she pointed to the word lite. lol. like. when i first bought the youghurt, i thought lite means litre in malay. turns out to be light. =P i bought another tub. different brand. marigold. it tasted slightly better. but not how i remembered what youghurt used to taste like. oh well. i guess i'll just stick to youghurt with fruits.
=)
my bra strap snapped again. the thing that connects it to the bra snapped for the second time. have to go get another one and sew it back. grrr. i dont like sewing bra straps. too tedious.
oh. did i mention that my days of bloodiness came on thursday? i didn't go school. dad's not really happy about it. but. i always refuse to go to school of the first day of my period. the cramps are really bad.
so today, i had blood stained panties cos i was simply too lazy to change my tampon when the four hours are up. my heavy days can only take out four hours on tampons. six for regular days.
and i was thinking about what would happen if i didn't sit properly and some guy saw my blood stained panties. then i came out with a rebuttal. "what are you looking at? if you're jealous of the blood on my panties, i'll chop off your dick so you'll have blood on yours too. then you'll know what its like to have menses." =P see. i think too much.
mrs theseira said i was disturbed. she was doing some letter writing and we had to describe the salesman. i went. "thick tuffs of pubic hair lined his underarms." then i grinned. and then theseira looked at me and said i was disturbed. :D
drama was okay. i think it would have helped loads if the instructor looked more like a manhunt contestant rather than some uncle who stays at home, eat, sleeps, watch soccr, beer, eat, beer, watch soccer, beer, sleep....
and he's not sharon. =(
and to you know who.
i know we're drifting. but. i dont know what to do when other people are around you. i think you know the left out feeling pretty well. but its more of the extra feeling that i always get. like you guys talk and i dont know what to say. so i just keep quiet.
i have tuition tomorrow. homework not done, eyelids closing.
God bless me.
posted by charlene @ 11:03 PM
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
to begin with,
happy valentines day everyone
=)
yes. its the day about love. and i love everybody including little baby sage who suffers from a rare genetic order. when you look at him you cant help but just go "awwww. he's so adorable!!!" i'll blog about him some other day.
i suddenly have this craving for movies despite the fact that i'm flat broke as usual.
i wanna watch memoirs of a geisha(some theathers are still showing it), fun with dick and jane, ice age two, and ahh! i cant remember the names of the movies i wanna see. but i know there are manymany more. i just cant remember.
oh and i want to watch confessions of 300 unmarried men. tickets from $28 to $68. its only till this sunday =( someone sponcer me pleaseee???
and franz ferdinand will be coming to singapore in two days time. and fort minor on the first of march. i really want to go. like. i want to go for the concert more than i want to go to school. much much more.
yea.
oh well.
such is the life of a broke, secondary four express student.
i'm really sorry for my tempermental mood swings. i'll make it up to you. i promise.
happy valentines day everyone
=)
yes. its the day about love. and i love everybody including little baby sage who suffers from a rare genetic order. when you look at him you cant help but just go "awwww. he's so adorable!!!" i'll blog about him some other day.
i suddenly have this craving for movies despite the fact that i'm flat broke as usual.
i wanna watch memoirs of a geisha(some theathers are still showing it), fun with dick and jane, ice age two, and ahh! i cant remember the names of the movies i wanna see. but i know there are manymany more. i just cant remember.
oh and i want to watch confessions of 300 unmarried men. tickets from $28 to $68. its only till this sunday =( someone sponcer me pleaseee???
and franz ferdinand will be coming to singapore in two days time. and fort minor on the first of march. i really want to go. like. i want to go for the concert more than i want to go to school. much much more.
yea.
oh well.
such is the life of a broke, secondary four express student.
i'm really sorry for my tempermental mood swings. i'll make it up to you. i promise.
posted by charlene @ 5:34 PM
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Monday, February 13, 2006
oh. melvin auditioned for singapore idol and didn't get through. i was shocked. his voice was above average and he didn't get in.
then he told me eldon sng got in.
i almost vommitted/blacked out.
eldon cant sing.
the sky has fallen.
what will become of the world??
then he told me eldon sng got in.
i almost vommitted/blacked out.
eldon cant sing.
the sky has fallen.
what will become of the world??
posted by charlene @ 5:45 PM
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winston was talking about galss being super-cooled liquid yesterday at dinner. and my dad, who obviously had no idea what he was talking about, tried to out-talk my brother. winston said that after many many years, a vertical glass pane would become thicker at the bottom than at the top. obviously trying to show off again coause he mentioned it out of the blue. maybe his head is a super-hot liquid because over the years, his head is not so slowly becoming bigger at the top than at the bottom. tsk.
whoever heard about super-cooled liquid anyway?? i didn't learn anything from them. enlighten me. please.
my mum's adverse mood swings are really getting on everyone's nerves. i had to shout at her to calm down yesterday cause she shouted at the maid for deep frying the yam ring thingy when she could have baked it in the oven cause its healthier. its like the first time she's cooking it lah. you cant blame her. plus, the maid burned her hand because of the yam ring. then when i finished dinner, i my brother told me that the maid was crying outside in the garden. my mum got so worked up over one small thing lah. i was afraid something would happen. she isn't exactly in the pink of health.
oh. and i never had a liking for yam. yam paste, yam ice cream, yam ring, yam whatever.
she yelled at me yesterday for some reason i knew i deserved but cant remember. but. thats not the point. my mum's stupid therapist/gynecologist/idontknowwhat asked her to take hormone pills again so that she would start menstruating again. my mum hasn't reached menopause but because of health problems, she's stopped menstruating. and she had ligation. so whats the point of menstruation? like wtf. if you stopped menstruating, why start again?? if i stopped menstruating, i would not in my life ever wanted it to come back. crazy doctors.
oh and i saw this super sexy man when i was going back to school after lunch at the halker centre(which has above average chicken rice).
sexy right. =P
whoever heard about super-cooled liquid anyway?? i didn't learn anything from them. enlighten me. please.
my mum's adverse mood swings are really getting on everyone's nerves. i had to shout at her to calm down yesterday cause she shouted at the maid for deep frying the yam ring thingy when she could have baked it in the oven cause its healthier. its like the first time she's cooking it lah. you cant blame her. plus, the maid burned her hand because of the yam ring. then when i finished dinner, i my brother told me that the maid was crying outside in the garden. my mum got so worked up over one small thing lah. i was afraid something would happen. she isn't exactly in the pink of health.
oh. and i never had a liking for yam. yam paste, yam ice cream, yam ring, yam whatever.
she yelled at me yesterday for some reason i knew i deserved but cant remember. but. thats not the point. my mum's stupid therapist/gynecologist/idontknowwhat asked her to take hormone pills again so that she would start menstruating again. my mum hasn't reached menopause but because of health problems, she's stopped menstruating. and she had ligation. so whats the point of menstruation? like wtf. if you stopped menstruating, why start again?? if i stopped menstruating, i would not in my life ever wanted it to come back. crazy doctors.
oh and i saw this super sexy man when i was going back to school after lunch at the halker centre(which has above average chicken rice).
sexy right. =P
posted by charlene @ 5:22 PM
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Saturday, February 11, 2006
i didn't go to cell again.
school was ok.
i'm in taf because i'm fat.
church tomorrow? i'll go. for God.
all i wanna do is lie under my covers and sleep.
i love my bed though i want a bigger one.
thats one place i feel secure.
school was ok.
i'm in taf because i'm fat.
church tomorrow? i'll go. for God.
all i wanna do is lie under my covers and sleep.
i love my bed though i want a bigger one.
thats one place i feel secure.
posted by charlene @ 12:49 AM
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Friday, February 10, 2006
i'm not in a very good mood now.
i've been doing alot of thinking.
as usual, i've forgotten most of the things that i've thought about.
damned memory of mine.
oh.
i'm sipping Q. vodka raspberry while cursing at the damned computer's speed.
know what? vodka raspberry tastes like cough syrup. *cough cough* it even smells exactly like the cough syrup. the pink one. *shudders* lets see whats inside...
ingredients: carbonated water, vodka, sugar, food acid(330), flavours, colour(123)
-_-! so much for information. like i know what 330 and 123 is...
i can either stick out my tongue and say i'm never drinking this ever again(cause it tastes like cough syrup) or, i can continue drinking and say. hey. i like the taste(cause it tastes like cough syrup). the half ampty or half full glass concept thingy.
come to think of it, the more i drink, the more i'm starting to think its nice. okay. its nice. but bacardi and the aple flavour is way better than this.i'm never buying this flavour again.
speaking of different perspectives.
the O level results were released today.
i'm not going to say much. but. if you do get enough grades to go to a jc and/or stay where you currently are in your first three months of orientation, its sufficient.
and there's no point crying. because you cant go back and retake the very same paper you took. and you'd be a fool to resit your O levels when you can move on to a jc.
with the grades you got, i'd say celebrate. go. celebrate. you scored better than you did in your prelims. so why are you crying?
have the little notes of encouragement gone to waste? i want you to re-read every single one of them. i did not waste my time for nothing. fyi i stayed up late to write them even though i was tired and had to go to sleep. i called up jonathan even though i didn't want to speak to him to ask him for a verse. he gave me the jeremiah verse. i searched my bible for the matthew verse.
God has plans for you. God gave you your results for a reason. i may not know it, you may not know it, but he knows it. and thats all that really matters. He has a purpose in you.
i'm not good at consolation.
neither am i a very good friend.
i tend to stand by the sidelines and watch when i see other people around because i know not what to do. i feel extra. i always do.
all i can give to you is the knowledge that i'll always be there on the sidelines, supporting you, cheering you on.
miracles is believing in what you do not see which results in seeing what you believe. faith is believing in what you do not see regardless of what you see.
often, miracles are the result of faith.
have you seen miracles?
i have.
look around.
this is a miracle in itself.
look closely. there is two black cats there. the mama is keeping the baby warm. both black cats are sleeping i think. what the ginger cat is doing there i dont know.
it was days ago when i was on my way back home from the bus stop when i saw a little boy staring. being kaypoh like all singaporeans, i went over to peek.
there was this black cat in the drain with a couple of kittens. the kittens were trying to crawl out of the drain. she was just lying there, waiting for her kittens to tire themselves out. the next day, she was still there with only two kittens. the day after, she was under the tree by the drain. the day after, only one kitten remained. her kitten was sleeping. she, lay there like a majestic queen, looking over her terrority. i didn't recall seeing them for the next few days. but yesterday, it was raining. so i didn't walk by the tree. i took the shelter. they moved there by the bicycle. the kitten seemed to be nursing. when i approached to take a picture, the mama cat propped itself up on its front paws and snarled at me. they were there again today. but only, both mama and baby were sleeping and this ginger cat was beside them staring at me.
in case you didn't know. the area behind my house is populated by stray cats. ask anyone who have been to my house. they'll tell you the same thing.
the mother-kitten love made me think about love. actually, i was already pondering about it in the bus today. this girl and guy were behaving affectionately. like. it made my hair stand.
then i thought to myself. i dont want that. i used to think it was ok. now, i think those people are sexually deprived. like. get a room! in public, holding hands is ok. anything beyond that is a big nono.
it was then i realised that that was what will inevitably come when you're in a relationship at this age. and when the honeymoon period wears off, the break-up will come next. so whats the point of relationships when your hormones are still raging?
and now i'm asking myself what did i see in susan.
i think too much. everyone does.
i've been thinking about the friends i have.
those whom i can call trustworthy are few.
zann, xiaoting.
sonya and i used to be very close. now, i dont know. its like it doesn't make a difference whether i'm there or not. we drifted apart.
and then i tell myself to go find my own clique of friends. but where? definately not church. and my class? i've gotta be kidding me.
i asked myself.
who do i trust with my life?
i answered.
nobody but God.
friends drift apart.
friendships die.
i'll die earlier than all my friends.
cancer runs in my blood.
i dont know till how old will i live.
but i want to treasure all the friends i have.
present and future.
if we're drifting apart, let me know. cause i wanna pull us back. i dont want us to reach the stage where i feel that it becomes akward and i'll just withdraw and butt out of your life.
i've been doing alot of thinking.
as usual, i've forgotten most of the things that i've thought about.
damned memory of mine.
oh.
i'm sipping Q. vodka raspberry while cursing at the damned computer's speed.
know what? vodka raspberry tastes like cough syrup. *cough cough* it even smells exactly like the cough syrup. the pink one. *shudders* lets see whats inside...
ingredients: carbonated water, vodka, sugar, food acid(330), flavours, colour(123)
-_-! so much for information. like i know what 330 and 123 is...
i can either stick out my tongue and say i'm never drinking this ever again(cause it tastes like cough syrup) or, i can continue drinking and say. hey. i like the taste(cause it tastes like cough syrup). the half ampty or half full glass concept thingy.
come to think of it, the more i drink, the more i'm starting to think its nice. okay. its nice. but bacardi and the aple flavour is way better than this.
speaking of different perspectives.
the O level results were released today.
i'm not going to say much. but. if you do get enough grades to go to a jc and/or stay where you currently are in your first three months of orientation, its sufficient.
and there's no point crying. because you cant go back and retake the very same paper you took. and you'd be a fool to resit your O levels when you can move on to a jc.
with the grades you got, i'd say celebrate. go. celebrate. you scored better than you did in your prelims. so why are you crying?
have the little notes of encouragement gone to waste? i want you to re-read every single one of them. i did not waste my time for nothing. fyi i stayed up late to write them even though i was tired and had to go to sleep. i called up jonathan even though i didn't want to speak to him to ask him for a verse. he gave me the jeremiah verse. i searched my bible for the matthew verse.
God has plans for you. God gave you your results for a reason. i may not know it, you may not know it, but he knows it. and thats all that really matters. He has a purpose in you.
i'm not good at consolation.
neither am i a very good friend.
i tend to stand by the sidelines and watch when i see other people around because i know not what to do. i feel extra. i always do.
all i can give to you is the knowledge that i'll always be there on the sidelines, supporting you, cheering you on.
miracles is believing in what you do not see which results in seeing what you believe. faith is believing in what you do not see regardless of what you see.
often, miracles are the result of faith.
have you seen miracles?
i have.
look around.
this is a miracle in itself.
look closely. there is two black cats there. the mama is keeping the baby warm. both black cats are sleeping i think. what the ginger cat is doing there i dont know.
it was days ago when i was on my way back home from the bus stop when i saw a little boy staring. being kaypoh like all singaporeans, i went over to peek.
there was this black cat in the drain with a couple of kittens. the kittens were trying to crawl out of the drain. she was just lying there, waiting for her kittens to tire themselves out. the next day, she was still there with only two kittens. the day after, she was under the tree by the drain. the day after, only one kitten remained. her kitten was sleeping. she, lay there like a majestic queen, looking over her terrority. i didn't recall seeing them for the next few days. but yesterday, it was raining. so i didn't walk by the tree. i took the shelter. they moved there by the bicycle. the kitten seemed to be nursing. when i approached to take a picture, the mama cat propped itself up on its front paws and snarled at me. they were there again today. but only, both mama and baby were sleeping and this ginger cat was beside them staring at me.
in case you didn't know. the area behind my house is populated by stray cats. ask anyone who have been to my house. they'll tell you the same thing.
the mother-kitten love made me think about love. actually, i was already pondering about it in the bus today. this girl and guy were behaving affectionately. like. it made my hair stand.
then i thought to myself. i dont want that. i used to think it was ok. now, i think those people are sexually deprived. like. get a room! in public, holding hands is ok. anything beyond that is a big nono.
it was then i realised that that was what will inevitably come when you're in a relationship at this age. and when the honeymoon period wears off, the break-up will come next. so whats the point of relationships when your hormones are still raging?
and now i'm asking myself what did i see in susan.
i think too much. everyone does.
i've been thinking about the friends i have.
those whom i can call trustworthy are few.
zann, xiaoting.
sonya and i used to be very close. now, i dont know. its like it doesn't make a difference whether i'm there or not. we drifted apart.
and then i tell myself to go find my own clique of friends. but where? definately not church. and my class? i've gotta be kidding me.
i asked myself.
who do i trust with my life?
i answered.
nobody but God.
friends drift apart.
friendships die.
i'll die earlier than all my friends.
cancer runs in my blood.
i dont know till how old will i live.
but i want to treasure all the friends i have.
present and future.
if we're drifting apart, let me know. cause i wanna pull us back. i dont want us to reach the stage where i feel that it becomes akward and i'll just withdraw and butt out of your life.
posted by charlene @ 11:27 PM
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
my dad has no idea that his wistling (my english is failing me. i donbt even know how to spell wistle. the tingy you do with your mouth to produce a sound. grrr) is irritating me. maybe he does. but he does it all the same.
grrr.
he nagged alot today.
sometimes, i really wish he was back in india. but. thinking about my mum, i'll just have to put up with him.
he kept repeating make sure you do your homework finish then do your internet
see. he's nagging again. thats the reason why i dont like to stay at home. and when i do, i'll lock myself up in my room.
was super pissed with jonathan lim(bowen) today. yesterday at CLB he kept bothering me. like "charlene why this, why that" "this class is so boring." "next week i dont want to come" "what time the class finish" "(he threw his workbook at me and said)eh. do my work for me" like. urggh! i was talking to jamie lah. he was like "if after one month the class still as boring i go back to normal chinese already" and i was like "go lah. this class too many people already. it would be better if you leave" urggh. then today, while i was on my way down to my mum's car after recess, he punched me on my arm. and when i glared at him, he punched me another time, on the same arm, same spot. its pain lah. it wasn't the playful-light-no-pain punch. it was the playful-i-dont-know-my-limits-break-your-arm-punch. i told him to "go screw yourself lah you motherfucking sexually deprived asshole". then i walked off.
kay. maybe that wasn't very nice. but. i was in another one of my mood swings today. like. what can you do when your nose has been running all morning and sneezing fits occurs almost like once every hour? it was horrible. like ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, and just when i thought it was over, ahhcheew. and i got false alarm all the time. like during pe, when we were playing basketball, and meiling was like. "okay. jump ball." and i was like. "wait. i gotta sneeze first." and the sneeze took forever to come.
so i went home after recess and slept the day away. yes. i went home halfway after recess. my nose was so red that even rudolph was jealous. that bad.
i didn't miss much lessons. two periods of a math, one period of e math and one period of chinese was considered free because mr tan didn't come to school today and chinese-i dont take chinese in school. so that left one eriod of english and a whole one hour of english remedial afer school by theseira.
i'm fine with that. at times like this that even teachers makes me moody.
in the morning i was like so freaking tired. i even dozed off, much to the displeasure of mrs loh-the-best-teacher-besides-mr-tan-in-gmss, during chemistry.
side tracking a little, mrs loh rocks lah. she thinks i'm smart =P and she never fails to mention that to the class and to me. =P hee. *grins* and i can complain about other teachers to her and she'll just laugh. like. she's the only teacher i can be direct to. yup.
may god bless her with an amazing sex life till whatever ripe old age she lives to.
getting back, maybe its because six hours of sleep wasn't enough for yesterday. i usually sleep(at night) for four hours plus minus. but yesterday was a hectic day. after school, i had CLB lessons at st pats. then i had dance class. its like no time to rest. was so damn tired. but dance class was good. totally enjoyed it. i think i'm sticking to the tuesday hiphop class. belinda teaches better than patrick. i observed one thing. after dance, i felt really invigorated. i was so awake and i didn't feel tired until after i hit the sacks. so my new plan for tuesday is that i'll go home before CLB to pick up whatever stuff i need, and i'll linger at burger king after dance for an hour and a half to mug. then when i reach home at eleven, i'll be totally beat and i'll be able to sleep before twelve =) *claps* i'm so clever. =P
right.
i was blog surfing just now. so you may see many new links on my links page. let me just get this straight. i dont link every page i go to. i only link the blogs that i think i might want to revisit in future and/or those that belongs to my friends. right.
so. one observation i made. i wont mention who are the people, but its like ninety nine percent of the blogs i went to were like oh how i am sick of this life. why is everything like that. love hurts. why is he/she like that. my life is in a mess. aiyah. you get what i mean. like. everyone's life is sad. so is mine. but mine isn't that extreme. like. i dont cry in bed everynight. havn't been doing that since sec two. its been two years already. =P come to think of it, i cant even remember the last time i cried. seems like ages ago. i'm not heavily crushing on anyone right now. crushing a little, maybe. but just a little. and its not aaron. i'm so over him. its susan. and i'm not lesbian even though i sometimes joke that i am. susan's a nickname. and only two people know i like him. and that two people better not tell anyone. i trust you both to keep a secret and you better keep it.
the only sad part that i can think of is that i'm not really close to God right now. like. i know God is there for me and that if i wanna talk to him, he's right beside me. i just turn and he's there. but. right now, i'm still taking a spiritual break. a long one which might last till after my o levels. i still talk to God. but i'm not on fire for him. not like i used to be.
i'm not what i used to be. not what i used to be.
maybe i'll turn that into a song. =)
oh. i think i hurt my dad's feelings.
he invaded my privacy by reading what i was typing just now. he stuck his head infront of the screen and saw the part where i was talking about him. and he was like. "papa say you because he has your best interest at heart."
everybody in my family knows that my dad favours me the most.
even my grandpa(paternal) said that to my mum when he came to visit her when her right leg hurt like hell till the point that she couldn't walk. my mum told me he said (translated) "everyone knows that ah leong(my dad) favours cai ling(me)..."
even i know that too.
sorry.
i didn't mean for you to read that. i was ranting. thats why i password protect my blog. so that none of my family members can read it. i dont want history to repeat itself. as much as i dont want to admit it, i really wish my relationship with my brother was better. but it can never be. at least not for now. all because he read my blog. i'm still holding a grudge.
sigh.
my dad's old fashioned, conservative, thinks the music i listen to is noise, always thinks he knows everything and wants me(and my brothers) to become the 'perfect' dauchter. note. his idea of perfect isn't my idea of perfect. and he doesn't know what i want. but more of rather what i need. as it's always the case.
now you see why i dont really like him?
sigh.
i still love him. he's my dad.
sigh
i'm hitting the sacks.
sweet dreams.
grrr.
he nagged alot today.
sometimes, i really wish he was back in india. but. thinking about my mum, i'll just have to put up with him.
he kept repeating make sure you do your homework finish then do your internet
see. he's nagging again. thats the reason why i dont like to stay at home. and when i do, i'll lock myself up in my room.
was super pissed with jonathan lim(bowen) today. yesterday at CLB he kept bothering me. like "charlene why this, why that" "this class is so boring." "next week i dont want to come" "what time the class finish" "(he threw his workbook at me and said)eh. do my work for me" like. urggh! i was talking to jamie lah. he was like "if after one month the class still as boring i go back to normal chinese already" and i was like "go lah. this class too many people already. it would be better if you leave" urggh. then today, while i was on my way down to my mum's car after recess, he punched me on my arm. and when i glared at him, he punched me another time, on the same arm, same spot. its pain lah. it wasn't the playful-light-no-pain punch. it was the playful-i-dont-know-my-limits-break-your-arm-punch. i told him to "go screw yourself lah you motherfucking sexually deprived asshole". then i walked off.
kay. maybe that wasn't very nice. but. i was in another one of my mood swings today. like. what can you do when your nose has been running all morning and sneezing fits occurs almost like once every hour? it was horrible. like ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, ahcheew, and just when i thought it was over, ahhcheew. and i got false alarm all the time. like during pe, when we were playing basketball, and meiling was like. "okay. jump ball." and i was like. "wait. i gotta sneeze first." and the sneeze took forever to come.
so i went home after recess and slept the day away. yes. i went home halfway after recess. my nose was so red that even rudolph was jealous. that bad.
i didn't miss much lessons. two periods of a math, one period of e math and one period of chinese was considered free because mr tan didn't come to school today and chinese-i dont take chinese in school. so that left one eriod of english and a whole one hour of english remedial afer school by theseira.
i'm fine with that. at times like this that even teachers makes me moody.
in the morning i was like so freaking tired. i even dozed off, much to the displeasure of mrs loh-the-best-teacher-besides-mr-tan-in-gmss, during chemistry.
side tracking a little, mrs loh rocks lah. she thinks i'm smart =P and she never fails to mention that to the class and to me. =P hee. *grins* and i can complain about other teachers to her and she'll just laugh. like. she's the only teacher i can be direct to. yup.
may god bless her with an amazing sex life till whatever ripe old age she lives to.
getting back, maybe its because six hours of sleep wasn't enough for yesterday. i usually sleep(at night) for four hours plus minus. but yesterday was a hectic day. after school, i had CLB lessons at st pats. then i had dance class. its like no time to rest. was so damn tired. but dance class was good. totally enjoyed it. i think i'm sticking to the tuesday hiphop class. belinda teaches better than patrick. i observed one thing. after dance, i felt really invigorated. i was so awake and i didn't feel tired until after i hit the sacks. so my new plan for tuesday is that i'll go home before CLB to pick up whatever stuff i need, and i'll linger at burger king after dance for an hour and a half to mug. then when i reach home at eleven, i'll be totally beat and i'll be able to sleep before twelve =) *claps* i'm so clever. =P
right.
i was blog surfing just now. so you may see many new links on my links page. let me just get this straight. i dont link every page i go to. i only link the blogs that i think i might want to revisit in future and/or those that belongs to my friends. right.
so. one observation i made. i wont mention who are the people, but its like ninety nine percent of the blogs i went to were like oh how i am sick of this life. why is everything like that. love hurts. why is he/she like that. my life is in a mess. aiyah. you get what i mean. like. everyone's life is sad. so is mine. but mine isn't that extreme. like. i dont cry in bed everynight. havn't been doing that since sec two. its been two years already. =P come to think of it, i cant even remember the last time i cried. seems like ages ago. i'm not heavily crushing on anyone right now. crushing a little, maybe. but just a little. and its not aaron. i'm so over him. its susan. and i'm not lesbian even though i sometimes joke that i am. susan's a nickname. and only two people know i like him. and that two people better not tell anyone. i trust you both to keep a secret and you better keep it.
the only sad part that i can think of is that i'm not really close to God right now. like. i know God is there for me and that if i wanna talk to him, he's right beside me. i just turn and he's there. but. right now, i'm still taking a spiritual break. a long one which might last till after my o levels. i still talk to God. but i'm not on fire for him. not like i used to be.
i'm not what i used to be. not what i used to be.
maybe i'll turn that into a song. =)
oh. i think i hurt my dad's feelings.
he invaded my privacy by reading what i was typing just now. he stuck his head infront of the screen and saw the part where i was talking about him. and he was like. "papa say you because he has your best interest at heart."
everybody in my family knows that my dad favours me the most.
even my grandpa(paternal) said that to my mum when he came to visit her when her right leg hurt like hell till the point that she couldn't walk. my mum told me he said (translated) "everyone knows that ah leong(my dad) favours cai ling(me)..."
even i know that too.
sorry.
i didn't mean for you to read that. i was ranting. thats why i password protect my blog. so that none of my family members can read it. i dont want history to repeat itself. as much as i dont want to admit it, i really wish my relationship with my brother was better. but it can never be. at least not for now. all because he read my blog. i'm still holding a grudge.
sigh.
my dad's old fashioned, conservative, thinks the music i listen to is noise, always thinks he knows everything and wants me(and my brothers) to become the 'perfect' dauchter. note. his idea of perfect isn't my idea of perfect. and he doesn't know what i want. but more of rather what i need. as it's always the case.
now you see why i dont really like him?
sigh.
i still love him. he's my dad.
sigh
i'm hitting the sacks.
sweet dreams.
posted by charlene @ 9:58 PM
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
i skipped social studies remedial today =P
here's how it came about...
on the day of her social studies remedial, the nice little girl realised that it clashed with her chinese b class. in a dilema, she approached the mother tongue head for advise. to cut the long story short, CLB class was top piority. therefore, she was sad ad she couldn't go for ss remedial =P
teehee.
i'm talking crap again.
after counting to five, i gave a shout of joy. as in literally. my spirits were lifted.
lol.
lee fang lan sure hates me now. that sexually deprived bitch. she claims i was sleeping in her class and wants to see my parents. like. bitch. i wasn't sleeping lah. my eyelids were only half closed. i was trying my best to stay awake. but i did not sleep during her period!!!!!
well. at least not this year.
mother fucking bitch.
i swear the only reason she behaves like that is because her husband doesn't want to screw such a tempermental pmssing bitch like her.
i think the school should have a holiday once every month/week/day that's called national teachers sex day. i swear if those sexually deprived teachers have sex at least once a day, our days in school would be a much more pleasant one. maybe the school should hire gigglos and prostitutes. well, there would be a room where they would have to take a queue number. =D
i hope they all catch AIDS and die
oh. and i got this idea. just only.
to book the dance room once a week for an hour(plus or minus) and like open dancefloor.
any supporters?
this blardy huge beetle flew into my room yesterday.
grrr.
i swea i'll never open my room windows ever.
oh. due to the excessive snacking during the christmas and cheena new year period (and also to the lack of exercise),
i'm in taf. dang.
here's how it came about...
on the day of her social studies remedial, the nice little girl realised that it clashed with her chinese b class. in a dilema, she approached the mother tongue head for advise. to cut the long story short, CLB class was top piority. therefore, she was sad ad she couldn't go for ss remedial =P
teehee.
i'm talking crap again.
after counting to five, i gave a shout of joy. as in literally. my spirits were lifted.
lol.
lee fang lan sure hates me now. that sexually deprived bitch. she claims i was sleeping in her class and wants to see my parents. like. bitch. i wasn't sleeping lah. my eyelids were only half closed. i was trying my best to stay awake. but i did not sleep during her period!!!!!
well. at least not this year.
mother fucking bitch.
i swear the only reason she behaves like that is because her husband doesn't want to screw such a tempermental pmssing bitch like her.
i think the school should have a holiday once every month/week
oh. and i got this idea. just only.
to book the dance room once a week for an hour(plus or minus) and like open dancefloor.
any supporters?
this blardy huge beetle flew into my room yesterday.
grrr.
i swea i'll never open my room windows ever.
oh. due to the excessive snacking during the christmas and cheena new year period (and also to the lack of exercise),
i'm in taf. dang.
posted by charlene @ 11:47 PM
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Sunday, February 05, 2006
william's 22 this year. both me and ding really didn't notice william's right hand until zann pointed it out. its like a roundish thingie smaller than your palm and his fingers are miniscue. he said he was born like that. my heart goes out to him. and he plays the guitar. quite well i must add. only thing bad about him is that he smokes.
i missed his gig.
oh well.
my mum bought me vodka respberry and bacardi grapefruit. nice right =)
on alcohol, yesterday, my dad opened brailey after yu sheng. its like damned nice lah. its like starbucks coffee with alcohol. the best thing i've ever tasted. but too much and you'll get sick of it. its quite sweet and milky.
oh. and i'm officially in love with the Goo Goo Dolls.
*drools*
i love their songs.
i bought one of their albums yesterday. its called gutterflowerrs. two of the songs i like is big machine and smash. i still want the album with the song slide in it.
mum said she'll buy me one ceedee. i'm still deciding which one to buy.
i was at carrefour just now. there were two girls dressed in white figurehugging top with white fluffy thingies around their neck and shoulders and short skirt that had white fluffy thingies along the hem which reminded me of white flammingoes distributing some valentines flyer thingie. =P too bad i didn't get pictures. i was too slow and they were too far. seriously. call the jurong bird park. two of their flammingoes escaped. =P
yea. speaking of valentines.
its on the 14th of feb in case you didn't know.
i wish that the government would make valentines a holiday.
one whole day to just bum out.
mmmm...
i missed his gig.
oh well.
my mum bought me vodka respberry and bacardi grapefruit. nice right =)
on alcohol, yesterday, my dad opened brailey after yu sheng. its like damned nice lah. its like starbucks coffee with alcohol. the best thing i've ever tasted. but too much and you'll get sick of it. its quite sweet and milky.
oh. and i'm officially in love with the Goo Goo Dolls.
*drools*
i love their songs.
i bought one of their albums yesterday. its called gutterflowerrs. two of the songs i like is big machine and smash. i still want the album with the song slide in it.
mum said she'll buy me one ceedee. i'm still deciding which one to buy.
i was at carrefour just now. there were two girls dressed in white figurehugging top with white fluffy thingies around their neck and shoulders and short skirt that had white fluffy thingies along the hem which reminded me of white flammingoes distributing some valentines flyer thingie. =P too bad i didn't get pictures. i was too slow and they were too far. seriously. call the jurong bird park. two of their flammingoes escaped. =P
yea. speaking of valentines.
its on the 14th of feb in case you didn't know.
i wish that the government would make valentines a holiday.
one whole day to just bum out.
mmmm...
posted by charlene @ 10:26 PM
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"Schnappi das kleine Krokodil !
alright everyone...here's the dirt on this song that seems to be invading every female's nano, iPod, zen, WM on PDA, RealPlayer on Nokia, and other assorted devices.apparently, some 4-year-old German girl named Joy Gruttman wrote and recorded a song called 'Snappy the little crocodile' which was posted to her family's web site. Then, as all good stories go, it turns out a Cologne radio station discovered the song and started playing it on the air. This, in turn, led to people calling in to request the song...several million times. So. Now there are like a gazillion remixes ( dance mix, beat mix and a pop mix, chinese mix, karoke mix) and it is also the #1 song on the German pop charts!
*incredulous*
here's some more information to make you sound really intelligent at the next get-together/gathering.
1. thelittle girl was all of 6 years old when she recorded the song, not 4 as is commonly assumed.
2. she didn't write it. hell no! her aunt who just happens to be a professional children's song writer wrote the words and composed the tune. (don't you love the way coincidences turn out in this reality?)
and here's the translation - for those of you females who actually read this far.
I am Schnappi, the little crocodile,
I live in Egypt, right next to the Nile,
first I lived in an egg,
but then shnapped my way free
chorus
Schni-schna-schnappi schnappi-schnappi-schnapp.....
I am Schnappi the little crocodile,
have sharp teeth and mighty many of them,
I shnap what's there to shnap
I shnap and am good at it
chorus
I am Schnappi the little crocodile
I love to shnap,
that's my favourite play
I sneak up to mumand show her how well I shnap
chorus
I am Schnappi the little crocodile
I'm never tired of shnapping
I shnap daddy's leg
and then just fall asleep
chorus
"
adapted from: http://inspirethereal.blogspot.com/
to download the song, click schnappi das kleine krokodil
posted by charlene @ 10:14 PM
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Friday, February 03, 2006
to start today's entry, i'll proudly announce that i am sick i think. it hurts a little when i swallow. but not alot. just a little. my voice's still the same. right?
oh well.
at least that did it for a mc today *grins*
the doctor said it was flu. like. ahhhh choooooee. yup.
oh. i went jamming after school for the past two days. yesterday and the day before yesterday.
we found a studio that costed only ten bucks per hour. yup. and the guy there has totally woah hair. he's gonna make dread locks(is that how you spell it?). his hair is damn nice can? only a little shorter than mine. and his is naturally curly. soft curls. i want that! oh. his name is galileo. but we call him william/willy wonka/willy wanker because he reminded us of wil.i.am from black eyed peas. and hisimaginery girlfriend is fergie from the black eyed peas. she's so hawwt. *drools*
that's william's butt. checkered boxers. oooh.
he came to fix the air-conditioner for us on the second day cos it was spoilt. he kneeled down and ohhalleujah! =P
he invited us to is gig on sunday, six to six thirty. but. i have to go to my grandma's(paternal) for yu sheng. dammit. i would gladly not go for yu sheng. sigh. I WANNA GO FOR WILLIAM'S GIG!!! *pouts*
some malay assholes from st. patricks were humping outside the studio. get a room.
oh. i'm not racist kay. william's a malay. i think. he's definately not chinese. but. those assholes definately needed to get a life.
our virgin photo.
so our band, zann pearlyn and me(stool ding and chair), the shoebox childhood had our very first jamming session on the 1st of febuary 2006, wednesday.
leonard sorta joined us on 2nd febuary. i dont know. zann. i'm ok with leonard. but. i want an all girls band. guys only screw things up. ding. what do you think?
grrr.
my dad's getting on my nerves.i wished he was back in india i cant be mean. my mum needs him. sigh. he nags and nags and nags and nags and nags. and nags. worse than a grandmama. yesterday, he gave me a full ten minute lecture on oh how its my crucial year manage my time properly dont go out too much study hard get a degree and bla bla. look at him. he has a bachelor in engeneering and what? he's gonna be jobless in three months time. again. like. look who's talking. he should ask himself why he keeps on getting out of jobs. is it him, or the people? we're only hearing one side of the story on oh-how-the-people-are-so-mean-and-cant-stand-them-and-bla-bla-bla but what's the other side? like. i seriously doubt it when he tried to make it sound like the problem lies with his company. he really seriously gets on my nerves. all of them. every single nerve i have. grrr. bark bark.
kay. the last paragraph was purely venting my fustration. i dont say it out. but my mum says it shows pretty well. but. but. i cant help it!!! no hard feelings. (at least not now.)
i absolutely cant stand people who chew noisily.
that is one thing that gets on my nerves all the time.
i get really distracted and snappy when someone eats noisily. like. i can change from imsohappyifeellikeflying mood to imsogonnaskinyoualiveslowgrillyouchopyouintoamillionpiecesandfeedyoutothesharks mood. yes.
if i seldom offer you sweets/snacks/whatever even though i have them, it means that you're eating habits are getting on my nerves.
examples are many.
should i name them?
heck. i'll name them. if you're name's here, take note and next time you're eating around me, close your mouth while you chew!!! it basic manners.
my dad
my youngest brother
divinia
ming jia
and i know there are still many others. but. as i've said before, i'm suffering from selective memory loss. its something that i definately dont want to remember *shudders*
to the above mentioned people, no hard feelings. i just want you guys to change for the better.
sigh.
my mum isn't happy.
she says i should jam less cos i need to study.
all because i pushed forward my tuition by one hour.
she said piorities and time management.
bla bla bla.
sigh.
i need my own life.
anyone?
p.s. i'm desperate for a goo goo dolls ceedee. someone please buy me that. pleaseohpleaseohplease..
oh well.
at least that did it for a mc today *grins*
the doctor said it was flu. like. ahhhh choooooee. yup.
oh. i went jamming after school for the past two days. yesterday and the day before yesterday.
we found a studio that costed only ten bucks per hour. yup. and the guy there has totally woah hair. he's gonna make dread locks(is that how you spell it?). his hair is damn nice can? only a little shorter than mine. and his is naturally curly. soft curls. i want that! oh. his name is galileo. but we call him william/willy wonka/willy wanker because he reminded us of wil.i.am from black eyed peas. and his
that's william's butt. checkered boxers. oooh.
he came to fix the air-conditioner for us on the second day cos it was spoilt. he kneeled down and ohhalleujah! =P
he invited us to is gig on sunday, six to six thirty. but. i have to go to my grandma's(paternal) for yu sheng. dammit. i would gladly not go for yu sheng. sigh. I WANNA GO FOR WILLIAM'S GIG!!! *pouts*
some malay assholes from st. patricks were humping outside the studio. get a room.
oh. i'm not racist kay. william's a malay. i think. he's definately not chinese. but. those assholes definately needed to get a life.
our virgin photo.
so our band, zann pearlyn and me(stool ding and chair), the shoebox childhood had our very first jamming session on the 1st of febuary 2006, wednesday.
leonard sorta joined us on 2nd febuary. i dont know. zann. i'm ok with leonard. but. i want an all girls band. guys only screw things up. ding. what do you think?
grrr.
my dad's getting on my nerves.
kay. the last paragraph was purely venting my fustration. i dont say it out. but my mum says it shows pretty well. but. but. i cant help it!!! no hard feelings. (at least not now.)
i absolutely cant stand people who chew noisily.
that is one thing that gets on my nerves all the time.
i get really distracted and snappy when someone eats noisily. like. i can change from imsohappyifeellikeflying mood to imsogonnaskinyoualiveslowgrillyouchopyouintoamillionpiecesandfeedyoutothesharks mood. yes.
if i seldom offer you sweets/snacks/whatever even though i have them, it means that you're eating habits are getting on my nerves.
examples are many.
should i name them?
heck. i'll name them. if you're name's here, take note and next time you're eating around me, close your mouth while you chew!!! it basic manners.
my dad
my youngest brother
divinia
ming jia
and i know there are still many others. but. as i've said before, i'm suffering from selective memory loss. its something that i definately dont want to remember *shudders*
to the above mentioned people, no hard feelings. i just want you guys to change for the better.
sigh.
my mum isn't happy.
she says i should jam less cos i need to study.
all because i pushed forward my tuition by one hour.
she said piorities and time management.
bla bla bla.
sigh.
i need my own life.
anyone?
p.s. i'm desperate for a goo goo dolls ceedee. someone please buy me that. pleaseohpleaseohplease..
posted by charlene @ 11:08 PM
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