Big Fat Platypus

I hate goodbyes.

2012-02-08T00:27:00.001+08:00

I don't know if it is just me, but I take goodbyes exceptionally hard. It's just difficult, you know to say bye bye to someone whom you don't want to leave. It sucks so bad that everyone you are close to and care for is leaving if they haven't already. And the next time you see them... They'll be a different person. They won't be who you once used to know anymore. They'll never be the same again. So when you say goodbye to someone close, you're actually saying bye bye to the person you knew because they will never be the same again the next time you see them. and sometimes you just don't want to let go of the person you knew. Yet most of the time, it's not within your control. I think of those long term goodbyes as a loss. I had to go through it once this early this January, and already I know I would never see the person I once knew anymore. People change and soon the person as you knew them would only become a memory. And memories are very unreliable and frustrating things. You can never relive memories because they're not there. You can only hold on to it and remember it as a thing of the past. I hate goodbyes. They're the hardest. They're harsh and carry a sense of sad finality. Like, this is it. Goodbye.

Tired

2012-01-31T23:19:00.001+08:00

I'm tired. I'm just really tired. I typed out a whole post just now and for some reason everything got deleted. Wtf man. Now I'm tired and pissed. I hate homework. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I'm so tired but no I can't sleep nope.

Without you.

2012-01-15T11:48:00.001+08:00

The world goes round and round,
I stand still, not moving.
Winter was cold and bitter,
Apprehensive and full of fear,
But I was warm with my cosy blanket and hot chocolate.
Spring arrives,
And with her comes all things fresh and new,
Flowers blossoming, grass growing,
And dry winds blowing.
I pull my scarf tighter around me, trying to keep warm, trying to remember the warmth during the cold winter,
But the wind carried my scarf away.
I stand there, cold and alone, watching everything growing,
Hearing the sound of birds chirping,
And the sound of little pattering feet.
I stand watching my scarf riding on the wind,
Enjoying itself while I stayed cold without its warmth.
I stand watching as my scarf disappeared into the distance, yet there was nothing I could do.
And as I stand there,
The days grow hotter,
Summer comes and goes,
And soon brown and crimson leaves fall at my feet.
The world goes round and round,
Yet I stand still, not moving.
Not noticing my surroundings,
Which was beautiful and ever changing.
Not moving on,
while the rest of the world moves on without me.
Refusing to let go,
Living only in the past and not acknowledging the present,
Dwelling only on the cosy winter and the flyaway scarf during spring.

Unheard voices

2012-01-11T00:59:00.001+08:00

Maybe it's just me, but is it my fault for wanting someone to talk to? Someone that actually responds to what I say, not just ignore me or mumble something half heartedly as a reply. Someone that responds without me having to prompt them. Someone who is actually not doing something else.

I grew up being not listened to. Heck, I am still not listened to. Even if I'm correct these people still need confirmation from another source. Do you understand that? I know i'm right, but you indignantly refuse to believe me.I tell you stuff, you give me a lot of bullshit excuses. Or you just ask me to keep quiet and you say "it's okay, never mind".

No wonder I keep things from you. Why do you all wonder? Why do you get all bu shuang when you know I'm keeping things from you, you're the ones who always don't want to listen in the first place, so after a while I just learnt to stfu la. Talk also nobody listen, so I learnt to keep quiet. Don't blame me and say I don't tell you things, frankly if i'm like that it's you yourself who turned me against you.

You're supposed to listen to me. If you don't I don't know why I'm around for. I might as well not be here, because as far as I'm concerned I'm useless anyway. I'm the one who is lousy and cannot do anything.

And don't tell me I'm "hard to please". If you don't want me to be pissed off don't piss me off in the first place. Don't insult me, annoy me, mock me, and ignore my explanations, because I don't need all that. For all those times you insulted me, jeered at me, whether jokingly, sarcastically, or because you really meant it, it really hurt. So don't jeer and tell me I'm fucking "hard to please" when I get pissed off because I've been jeered at one too many times. Oh and by the same people too.

So don't say I tell everything all to that one person only, and not you. It's your. Bloody. Own. Fault.

And heck, maybe it's just me, but even when I tell you stuff you really don't sound very interested. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone, anyone listens at all. I might have had a bad day, and I'm not finding fault with you, I know I'm wrong, but you might be at fault too?

There's a lot of stuff I keep to myself. Just stfu and sulk, not telling anyone anything, but there's a lot of stuff in here, too much stuff I've been keeping in here for too long, so once in a while it has to go somewhere. But no one to tell it to. Why do you think I still keep a blog?

Echoes in the suburb.

2011-12-16T00:32:00.001+08:00

It's back again.
It came back as suddenly as it went away.
Visions of a silhouette walking on the pavement of a bustling city street. Tall buildings on both sides of the road, yellow taxis with horns blaring. Traffic light at red.
There were never any pedestrians. No one walking on the pavement except the lone silhouette.
The cars never moved. They were just waiting for the light to turn green. In my visions, the lights were always red.
And the sound of car horns echoing in the street.
I haven't had that vision in a long time, but suddenly it's just back again. It's pretty simple and uncomplicated but I guess there's something you can draw out from it.

Fts.

2011-12-14T11:00:00.001+08:00

I hate it when I'm telling the truth, but you don't believe me. Truth also don't believe then I lie to you let you believe la ok. Everything I do or say is wrong. Your precious sons forever correct, I'm forever wrong. Didn't see doesn't mean didn't happen. Find out both sides of the bloody truth before you come and blame me. Everything also my fault. You tell me I'm selfish but if I don't care about myself got anybody else in this stupid family care about me or not. In your eyes I'm the most lazy, most selfish person. I'm not the one who screams at and hits my brother in the early morning. What is wrong with sleeping until 12 o clock? You said i never show any love to him, well who shows love to me? Wake up also get scolded by you. Ever wonder why I always stay in my room? Step out only you start scolding and scolding and scolding. When you're scolding me and I defend myself you say I talk back. I "talk back" because some of the things you say are not true. You never bothered to find out anything, you just like to scold me even when you don't know anything. You know why I like to stay back until 645 everyday? No you don't, you never ask about anything and even if you did I won't tell you anyway cos frankly, when did you start caring. So I'll just suck it up, work hard for the next two years, and when I turn 18 I'm moving out of this goddamn place where everyone's sexist and where you don't even let me have my own room.

And I won't cry cos frankly no one is worth it.

Turning point

2011-12-08T22:34:00.001+08:00

I have come to realise that to go far in life, to leave a dent in this earth, you have to work really hard and rely mostly on yourself. I have learnt that I cannot rely on my parents cos frankly they don't give a shit. Seriously.
It's already a week into December, it's a little late in the holidays to start but heck, it's never to late for a turning point.

The rainy day

2011-12-07T15:01:00.001+08:00

Rainy days are when you slow down to think.

I have a lot of things to do, but i don't seem to have the will to do it. I keep pushing it to the next day and the next, and at the end of the year I will realize that nothing changed. I keep postponing having to clear my study room, having to sort out the remainder of my books, having to do this and to do that. I keep postponing, but I don't know what I'm waiting for.
In another 20 or less days, PMR results are gonna be out.
This thought which has never occurred to me ever before has suddenly surfaced in my thoughts. See, that's what rainy days do to you.

But I sure as hell am not ready to end this chapter of my life.

Riddle #1

2011-12-03T18:07:00.001+08:00

A child is feeding ducks by the pond in the park. The child is feeding the ducks happily.
It starts to rain. The child runs for shelter.
The child makes a phone call to his mother.
The mother drives from home to pick up the child.
On the way, she accidentally drives into a neighbor's front lawn due to poor vision.
The neighbor opens his living room window and starts shouting unpleasantries and demanding compensation.
Harassed mother apologizes and drives on.
Not long after, she crashes into a fallen tree, denting her newly purchased automobile.
She drives on, faster now, for the child's sake.
Then she caught speeding and is flagged down and fined by a traffic cop for violating traffic rules.
Finally she arrives at the park. The child gets into the car.
The mother starts scolding the child, telling him all the trouble she has gone through to pick him up in the rain.
The child feels sorry. He realizes how much trouble he has caused.
He realizes the hardships he has put his mother through by going to the park to feed the ducks.
Suddenly, he wished he had never gone to the park.
But how was he supposed to know that it was going to rain?

Things

2011-11-25T22:27:00.001+08:00

I was just rummaging through the odds and ends from earlier this year and the end of last year that I have been meaning to sort out. Stuff that comes from my pockets when I come back to school. Bits of paper with what seemed at the time important ( I wouldn't have kept them otherwise), straw hearts, book marks, random name tags, little souvenirs, bits of ribbon and stuff like that. I was sorting through the little pile, deciding what to keep, what to throw. I kept most of the knick knacks and souvenirs. But most of the little notes went right into the bin. Stuff that I had written down that was important before but not now, things that have been decided for me. Memories that I once held dear but not anymore.

I wonder why at the time I didn't discard all those stuff. Might have partly been due to my laziness or something, but maybe those were things I wanted to keep at the time. But then now it's not important anymore, for some reason or another. Some things are always important, but the importance of other things changes from time to time. There are memories I can choose to forget, yet there are some that I'll always hold on to, be it bitter or sweet. I might not make sense, And I might not have gotten my point across.

And I guess I've chosen to move on from some things. Other things, never. Still holding on to memories cos its the only thing you have left you'll never get to relive it again.

Toy soldiers

2011-11-09T22:20:00.001+08:00

Wonder if you ever heard the song before. About toy soldiers. Try guessing.

dread

2011-10-29T11:44:00.001+08:00

And so, after a long time, here I am again.

I don't know why I still bother updating. It's not like anyone reads this anymore. But then that's not the reason I blog. Guess I need to put down my thoughts somewhere and am too lazy to reach for pen and paper.

Anyway, October is ending and before you know it it'll be November and two weeks more to my birthday. I have been dreading my birthday for a while now, but I wasn't too sure why. Now that my birthday is closer I think I might have somewhat of an idea.

My birthday is, it seems to me, a milestone. Like when you are walking alone (when I picture it, it always is alone) along the dirt path and there is a stone telling you that you have reached how far a distance away from this so and so place. Likewise, my birthday marks the end of my form 3 life, the end of all things certain. You don't know what's gonna happen during the holidays. When you get your PMR results. I am especially scared, because if I don't get my straight As you won't even see my face in school next year. I'll be bumped off the Singapore so fast I won't have time to protest. It's non negotiable, of course.

I dread my birthday because after that milestone, the winding dirt path is unlit, unmapped. An unknown road stretching on and on as far as the eye can see. And as I continue walking that path, on and on, with uncertainty and doubt that I won't show everyday. Eventually I will find my way again, but will I be elated? Or not?

I don't want to study in Singapore, for more reasons than I care to admit to myself. Who wants to start over anyway. I am perfectly happy here. It's not like I hate my current school and can't wait to move schools, where the grass is greener on the other side, and yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah. I like it here. I don't wanna switch schools.

Who wants to turn 15 anyway? I don't want to grow up. What's so fun about growing up? Didn't you like it better when you were young, when you believed anything was possible, when what brought you the greatest joy was seeing bubbles floating in the sky. I do miss those days. Every year and every birthday pulls me farther and farther apart from my childhood days. I wish I could relive that again. Being a child is so carefree, don't you think so? But I can't stop myself from growing up.

My future. It is a big question mark. My birthday, the dreaded milestone. And as long as I don't reach that milestone, I will never have to face the future.

trials

2011-08-21T20:39:00.001+08:00

So trials are over.
I think all of my subjects can get A except maybe BM cos I suck but hope encik Lim doesn't hate me enough to give me a B la huh!

Can get A but so what I'm not happy lor cos all only marginal As no chance of high As cos I'm forever studying last minute so whatever la!

Can't understand why I don't study, get bad results, and get upset about it.

Okay gonna watch Glee now!

sanity

2011-08-04T16:16:00.001+08:00

So tell me someone,
That life is real,
That time is not an illusion,
That all is not a dream.
For every moment I am here
I struggle to stay sane.

sighfolyfe

2011-08-02T16:26:00.001+08:00

I really hate being the eldest grandchild. Bet very few of you would have had this "privilege", but believe me, given a choice I would have gladly put myself somewhere in the middle instead.

I am the first child of my grandmother's first child. Therefore I was the eldest grandchild. For the first year and ten months of my life I was doted upon, taken pictures of, basking in the love and attention of my grandparents and uncles and aunties and whatnot. But I don't really know how it feels like, cos I suppose I was too young to remember. I really envy this kind of attention that the only child/ or youngest child in the family gets all their life. Mine only lasted that short two years because, well, my brother came along. And then my cousin, and another cousin.

Let's draw the line here. This was even before Clarence or Isaac came along. The picture above shows the lunar new year of 04/05, i can't remember. And as you can see I am the one on the furthest left, the oldest one, the tallest one. Even then, you could see that I didn't fit in. I was at least a head taller than my cousins, and physically and mentally older too. I don't play the games they play. My brother and my cousin was one year apart, if he was 7 then she would be 6, and her brother would be 4. You can see the age gap. Me and my brother never played together anyway, and I was 3 years apart from my cousin. If they were playing together I would be reading a book. When my grandfather gave out presents everyone got toys and I got colour pencils. When we the grandchildren were asked to smile so some adult could take a picture of us (like the one above) I always felt awkward because I was so big, and they were so... small.

I had never felt young when we were having annual one-week family reunions in my grandma's house during Chinese new year. I was the biggest, the oldest, the one in charge. I wasn't allowed to think like a child i had to be practically grown up and responsible. If someone does something wrong, I would get the blame. If i do something wrong, i would be scolded for not being a good example If someone fell down, I would get chided for not looking after them properly. I didn't ask to be anyone's babysitter, but somehow I always was. I was expected to help sweep the floor or something while everyone else continued playing. The fact that I was so much more physically huger than them made me feel more different then I already was. I think that somehow contributed to making me what I am today. Perhaps that's why I am always so childish in school. Everytime I'm with my cousins I'll be forced to grow up, so maybe when I'm with my friends I refuse to grow up. Perhaps that's why I let my friends mother me instead, isn't that a nice change after minding three boisterous children? Maybe that's why I'm so immature in school, because I want to forget feeling "grown up an responsible"?

The eldest grandchild always tended to get overlooked. Especially after Isaac and Clarence came along. Both of them were so
lucky, although the age difference between them and us were at least 5 years, they were exactly the same age. they could be best of friends all right And the four of us (especially me) were given no more thought or notice. We were expected to mind ourselves while everyone else fussed and fretted over the two of them, attending to their every whim and complain. Sometimes, we were even expected to give in to them too!

I cannot stand giving in. All my life, I have been expected to give in to my brothers all my cousins, just because "well, they're younger than you". I have never ever had it my way before. I've always gotten second best to what I've wanted. I feel foolishly awkward playing alongside my cousins. I've been chided for things not my fault. I've been overlooked, unnoticed, like something in the background, which no one gives a second thought about. I've never been anyone's favorite, never been given special attention, I've always felt like a huge waste of space.

Well, I just hope the other eldest grandchilds don't suffer the same fate as me.

blah

2011-07-01T18:45:00.001+08:00

SUPER. SUPER. DAMN. BAD. MOOD.

Post Created Jun 26, 2011 4:07:14 PM

2011-06-26T16:05:00.001+08:00

Okay, I have absolutely no idea what is up with kids these days. It's either they are lonely and crave the attention of an older person or something, or maybe they want older siblings.

BUT HEY I AM THE OLDEST CHILD IN MY FAMILY AND YOU DON'T SEE ME STALKING PEOPLE FIBE YEARS OLDER THAN ME WHEN I WAS 10 do you.

It's creepy ok.

I'm a kiddo myself. Idk how to handle it.

heese

2011-06-18T22:16:00.002+08:00

a lot of things have been happening since school reopened.
position in class dropped by nine places. ha.
there's other stuff but i won't bother posting cos my summary sucks i know and my brain is not functioning properly cos i'm sick. ugh i hate being sick.
on the upside, got to skip tuition and ballet tho ahahahahaha.
kay now back to being sick.
ps d starbucks dudette called me slim. at least, that's what she wrote on my frappucino.

glimpseosunshine

2011-06-05T21:53:00.001+08:00

i feel like i can see a light at the end of the tunnel.
the end of darkness. and the beginning of something new.
maybe just maybe.
don't disappoint me.

distractions

2011-05-17T12:54:00.001+08:00

thank goodness for distractions.

distractions, i thank you i thank you i thank you thank you thankewwwwwwwwww.
please continue to distract me.

aftermath

2011-05-10T15:47:00.003+08:00

It sucks to be noboby, for all the right reasons.

on saturday i arrived at ballet school but i couldn't remember the door-opening combination number.
and then, i forgot it was mother's day until the actual day. i didn't even get my mum anything. i'm sorry.
and then, arriving at church i forgot it was my turn to do AV.

which just goes to show, i'm so damn preoccupied that i take no notice of my surroundings.
i'm a deluded moron. i can't change anything now. because it's over, and there's nothing i can do.
and then i wish i could turn back the clock again. i wish so bad. i cling on to those two days, remembering over and over again, picking on our every mistake, and if only we had done better, if only i had spotted those mistakes sooner, if only we had corrected them.

it haunts me at night.

we were nobody, we are nobody, and we never gonna be somebody. because it was our one and only chance, and we lost it.

oneweekago

2011-05-08T21:55:00.002+08:00

exactly one week and a few hours back.

we were sitting on plastic chairs in an air conditioned hall. hearts beating wildly, hands gripped tight, eyes closed, muscles tense.

that moment held so much hope then.

exactly one week and zero hours back.

staring out the window, wishing i was holding another cup.

it has been one week.

but that doesn't change anything.

the end

2011-05-02T19:12:00.002+08:00

All the way back from Kelantan, holding a trophy I didn't want.
Sleeping and waking, waking and then sleeping.
They say, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. I guess its true.
I'm sorry, everyone. I've failed you, let you down.

I guess this is the end. No more staying back until 630. No more skipping class. No more sunny days in the volleyball court. No more reading first aid manual at night, no more writing essays.

I'd rather do that for another month.

So, back to the normal life. I'll be able to drink cold drinks again. To go back to class. To go for house practice. To go back home early. I'll have time to watch afternoon tv now. Heck, I'll have time to blog.

pray

2011-03-12T11:19:00.002+08:00

I pray for the nippon-jin.

Watched the news yesterday, it was like something out from the movie 2012. Imagine the fear and despair of the people there. Even to a observer, it looked terifying and horrible. The world, as we have known it, will come to an end soon. Little by little, of maybe in larger proportions, life will be wiped out.

And here we are, living our normal lives. I woke up today thinking, damn, isn't it so nice to be sleeping in for a change. Then mum had to come in the room and asked me if I wanted to go. No, I thought, let me sleep, I wanna sleep. I don't wanna go out, I have lots of homework to finish, I have tuition later, the ballet, then tomorrow I'll be in church the whole day, and then on Monday I'll arrive in school with loads of unfinished homework and get into loads of trouble. I ate a miserable breakfast, thinking, dammit I'll have to start on my homework soon what a way to spend my weekend, I never get to do anything fun, and can I risk going facebook for a while, and would I have time to finish my homework later?

AND THEN, it suddenly occured to me that it is a school holiday week. Amidst all the hectic schedule and chaos in the past two weeks, I forgot.

haiyor..

2011-02-27T21:42:00.002+08:00

I don't understand why I bother keeping a blog if I write nothing in my blog. It's kinda frustrating that I have to keep updating just for the sake of updating, so that my blog won't be dead. I hardly disclose any information about anything in my blog, and if I do it's usually in some form of undecodeble nonsense. So people who read my blog (if any) will usually find nothing useful out of it, except that I am a nonsensical person who writes weird things. I constantly find it hard to share my feelings with people, which is why I won't tell you anything. It is very frustrating to keep your feelings all bottled up inside of course, but I never really tell anyone everything because I don't fully trust anyone. Which is why, (you'll know who you are if you're reading this) I have told you that I have built walls, and I won't bring the walls down because you'd shoot me. And I don't want to be shot at again.

See, more of the undecodable nonsense. I think that's all I write about these days. You have no idea how much I think when I'm alone. I'm quiet for a reason when I'm not talking, you know. That's why I am usually so talkative. Because talking is a very effective distraction from thinking. And thinking is sometimes depressing.

If Happy Pills existed, I'mma eat one right now. Not because I'm sad, but because I want to be happy.

herro

2011-02-12T22:11:00.002+08:00

I had no idea that wine would affect your stamina, otherwise I would have thought twice about drinking that glass.

No kiding. Ran three point something kilometres this morning in an event that the whole of JB seemed to be attending. All that training man. All that stamina building. All gone la, thanks to stupid "Trophy" and complimentary canned chrysantenum tea and wine. Oh the wine.

Okay la, actually I planned to type more one, and go into the whole rigmorale of explaining the rentas desa in full detail, but nah I can't be bothered. I feel a bit tipsy from the wine (though I can tell you, I'm not drunk) but all I can say is that I'm very glad my nuisance of an asthma attack hadn't came and haunted me today. Or really, I would have ended up in the ambulance and would currently be sucking an inhaler in the hospital, and I wouldn't be typing this, nor would I have drank the wine, or the Heineken, or the complimentary chrysantemum tea.. come to think of it, maybe ending up in the hospital wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. At least I won't get a hangover and oversleep tomorrow. Oh crap.

Haih

2011-02-03T15:06:00.001+08:00

Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

Hola

2011-01-20T19:52:00.001+08:00

Have been busy, and all that. Here and back. There and back. Do this do that. To and fro. Round and round. And round and round. Life's a great big merry go round. I make no sense, but if you care to read between the lines, then you'll find out that

Actually I just have no time to blog. Ciao and happy thaipusam.

Remember December

2011-01-08T11:58:00.010+08:00

Remembering December.

If I was given a chance,
I would go back to December,
To relieve the memories,
And live it once more.

I know I haven't been blogging for a while, and here's why. My December was busy busy busy. Here are just a few pictures.

After the Youth Christmas Party.

Carolling, first and second day. Both pictures don't show us singing, I know.

Christmas day.

This, is Youthquake 2010. Held in Peacehaven, Genting Highlands (that explains the jackets) from the 26-30 December 2010.

In the bus. I'm not sure whether it's the journey back or the journey to.

Note the uber tall guy in the middle.

Excuse my hair. It was still wet and I hadn't bothered to comb it.

I look taller than you, Elyssa.

New year's day, when all of us were back from Youthquake. This photo was taken in church at 12 am.

So, this pretty much summarizes my December. The front half was missing no doubt, but that was because we were in the midst of preparing for stuff and we hadn't bothered to take much pictures. In reality, the first half of December, I was more busy.

Anyway, I know I'm 8 days late, but I'd still like to say, Happy New Year 2011, everyone.

Okay, now back to homework.

Eh

2011-01-05T20:09:00.001+08:00

All will be revealed. During the weekend. Right now i have no time. Not even for homework. Don't worry, I didn't abandon my blog :)

transport

2010-12-10T22:50:00.002+08:00

the problem with transport.

Okay. You see. The problem with transport.
I live in the outskirts of town. Someplace so ulu that nobody else who goes to the same school as me lives nearby. Hmph.

Anyway. I studied in SJKC Foon Yew 2 when in primary.
And if you don't count SMK Skudai, you can see that I pretty much have to travel a good half and hour to and fro each day since primary just to get to school.
I don't mind the journey much, but it has been hard on my poor mother. Since the area I live in is SO ulu that no bus ever goes there. Ish.

And that will be the case of next week, and the week after next too. Why can't school be just around the corner, so I can nip there and back whenever I feel like it.

Ah crap crap crap.

foosh

2010-12-06T23:13:00.002+08:00

FOOSH!
Just a quick one, cos I ade banyak barang nak buat.
Kay, so my holidays are like jam packed.
But I don't feel tired.
I feel very energised just about now and that's why my typing feels so rushed.
Kay anyway nothing much to blog about.

Looi don't go Bali la or else how am I going to go school?

hello sg

2010-12-03T20:30:00.002+08:00

Hello SG
It was frickin' 730 in the morning. I thought today would be the only day I'd get to sleep in after two days of getting up at 630 but NO, I was wrong, we had to get up early to go to Singapore.
I dressed without much enthusiasm, putting on the first things I could find, my grey skinnies and a very unflattering shirt which made my body figure look horribly cylindrical. Not that I cared. I didn't, so there.
It was the same old, same old. My brothers were laughing and squealing and shouting in the car. Noises that, you should think I have gotten immune to by now, but they still continue to annoy me. Of course, it would also be very weird without those noises in the background, so I'll learn to bear with it, I guess.
We spent the better half of the day in "Trains and Toys" with Clarence bawling on and on about being very hungry (I BET he did that just so my father would hurry up and get out of there so Clarence could go to the Takashimaya's toy department) and the Immigration Centre, where all of us went to apply for Permanent Residence. Don't ask me why, I don't know why, I'm just as flummoxed as you, don't give me that look.
Then lunch. Like I said, same old same old. Blah blah blah yadda yadda. Then, my favourite shop(s) in all of Singapore.
Artfriend. That place is a art a & craft lover's heaven. It has everything- I often rambang mata until I don't know what to buy and come home empty handed. 12 different graded pencils in a tin for sketching, wooden plaques, foam, felt, paints, stencils, ginormous 15cm in diameter ink pads, iron on patches, all sorts of paper, empty boxes to decorate to your liking, you name it, they've got it. Yes, even polystyrene packing peanuts (as in Bolt. Yea.). Bought 4 heart shaped balloons (if you have to ask why, which will mean you don't know, then save your breath. I'm not going to tell you either). And rainbow coloured paper! Just looking for something to buy, you know, so I won't go back home feeling unsatisfied. They cost a bomb, though. Just for 10 A4 sized pieces of unusually colored peper. I kid you not. 10 frickin' pieces. Then, as Clarence was working up a fever, we left for home.

Haven't improved very much from yesterday's mood. I am in doubt. Serious doubt. And it may ruin me forever.

a new day

2010-12-02T22:23:00.002+08:00

A new day.
I won't give you up, no matter what.
I just wish you'd hang on too.

Hmph

2010-12-02T22:01:00.002+08:00

Hmph.
I feel inferior. Don't want talk to me, fine la. Like I give a damn like that.

I built a wall around me so that nobody can break through it. What you see is superficial. It's just the top layer, the icing off the cake, the wrapping paper of a parcel. I'm not what you see. I'm not always that happy-go-lucky. I have my doubts and insecurities too. I'm also not emotionless. I'm just good at hiding my feelings, or maybe I'm just not that good at expressing them. It doesn't mean that I don't care. It doesn't mean that I won't be affected when you do something to hurt me. It doesn't mean that you can do anything because you think that I won't mind.

I hope you see this. I really really hope you do.

foosh

2010-12-02T20:33:00.002+08:00

Foosh.

Been trying to make it a point to update my blog frequently, since it's the holidays and all. Anyway I'm pretty sure no one reads it, but I have no energy to do anything else, so here I am.

There is, however, not much to update, though. Just the same old same old. Went to the bookfair and bought a few books, got fed up because the newest Galaxie has not arrived in Pelangi's Popular yet (or maybe the staff hid it away when they saw me walking through the doors just to spite me), talking nonstop on the phone, Facebooking, planning stuff, yadda yadda yadda.

Actually, I do have a lot to do, only I think I deserve a little break, don't you think? I am, otherwise, brain-dead. I am staring at the computer screen and my eyes glaze over as I am reading this irrelevant crap-talk. There is also the distant throbbing pain of my toe (I deserve it, I think, for squeezing my feet into shoes two sizes too small) which is numbed by the inability of my brain to register anything other than watching Glee.

And although I don't make any sense, and although I know that I should probably talk about more insightful things like the end of the world or something, I just don't feel up to it. Boring boring boring blah blah blah -someone send me to the hospital, I think I'm going crazy- wahahahahaha.

Have you ever had the stress of being expected to be the optimistic, cheerful, gila crazy one all the time? And who's gonna cheer you up when you're down? Have you ever been the one who's always expected to stay strong and never ever cry? So who's gonna comfort you when you start crying?

star

2010-12-01T21:31:00.004+08:00

It's nice to know that, amidst all the sadness and despair in this world, there is a flicker of hope.
Sometimes, you may think: There is no point of going on. I want to give up. I don't want to do this any more. There's no point.
But some people are driven by hope. It's what keeps them going everyday. It's what motivates them to get out of bed. It's what they strive so hard for. A world without hope will be a world full of anguish and darkness.
They say you can give up everything, but if you give up hope, you're doomed. Truthfully doomed.
I too, live by hope. I hope and dream and hope and dream and hope some more and even though it seems impossible, I still hope.
But imagine to have your hopes brutally crushed.

ARGH

2010-11-30T21:52:00.002+08:00

Right now, I am angry.
You don't see me angry everyday kay I am usually very tolerant and even if I seemed angry with you I was probably playing. Or I just hide it and plaster on a fake smile because nobody likes a frown, including me.

But I really hate being shouted at, kay? Wanna shout also don't shout at me la. Can't you keep your temper in check?

I hate being angry and having no one to tell it to. I hate not expressing myself. I hate feeling so frustrated. I hate the tears that come to my eyes because I really hate it when I cry but I won't feel better if I don't and yet I still don't wanna cry so in the end I just swallow my anger and move on.

It's so frustrating, you know?

Busy busy busy

2010-11-30T14:18:00.002+08:00

I'll be very busy this holidays so if there's anything on please inform me beforehand? Before my calendar is full with all the boring, very droll things.

No really, I'm not joking. There is a lot that I need to do. And no, it does not only involve watching Glee and daydreaming. It's for real.

the stars in the sky shine on me?

2010-11-30T14:09:00.002+08:00

The stars in the sky, are you shining on me?

I only pray and wish and pray and wish for this. If something else has to go because of this, then so be it. I'm scared, real scared, genuinely scared.

I try hard not to think about it, but when I do I go into a full blown panic attack. The panic, so blinding, I have to sit down and catch my breath before resuming whatever I was doing. The panic, so scary that I tremble when I walk. The panic, so overwhelming, that it gives me sleepless nights.

I promise I'll work real hard. I promise. I promise.

Grant me my promise?

borrrreeeeeeed

2010-11-27T18:16:00.002+08:00

I feel so blahdy bored.
Arrived back from taiwan 2 something in the morning today, slept like a log until 10 plus.
Actually, the plane landed on like, 12:18. But it still counts as arriving back today.
Ah. Shall not blog much. Shall let the pics speak for themselves when they get uploaded.
IF they get uploaded.
Bhai.

Taiwan

2010-11-25T09:18:00.001+08:00

Day two in Taiwan.

Yesterday we were staying in this hotel smack right in the middle of ximending, which is something like Malacca's Jonker street on weekends, except like about a hundred times bigger better and much more noisier and full of people. The things you can buy there are like amazing, does anyone want highlighter yellow socks?

When I go out of the hotel I can either turn left or right or walk straight cos wherever I go there will be stuff to eat. Delicious street food. And like, all sorts of other things. A bag that looks like a spiky tortoise shell, a sock shop, a place selling weird looking arm bands.

And it wasn't so different from home too, there was (and I saw) adidas, Nike, converse, everlast, the body shop, étude house and skin food opposite each other so they were highly competitive, you can see that. And what was different was they were all in shoplots, not shopping malls. There was a street full of cinemas too, and THEY WERE SHOWING HARRY POTTER! IN ENGLISH! But it was like, 240 yuan, which equals to RM24, an who the hell's gonna watch a movie for that price? It's not even in 3D! And they also had 711, but the things they sell, completely different.

Oh and speaking of buildings. If you've seen my fb status then you probably already know. All the buildings are covered in tiles. Dull coloured tiles. Tiles so dull, they make me wanna scream. No yellow no purple no sky blue no bright red. All dull shades of white and brown and grey. And more brown, and some burnt sienna. And the buildings which weren't tiled, were covered in bricks or terra cotta or panels or glass. And other buildings which walls weren't covered in anything wasn't painted either. Their walls were greying with age. It's like all of them hate paint or something.

And their clothes. I used to think long sleeved shirts were ugly. But apparently everyone wears them here. Long sleeved shirt with jeans and sneakers. Or long sleeved shirt dresses with see through (or not) tights/leggings with high heeled knee/mid calf length boots. Or jackets. But hey, if you wore jackets everyday, won't you have a whole wardrobe full of jackets at home?

The weather is just fantastic. It's like, and to quote Looi: someone turned on the air-con in the whole place. Not too hot, like Malaysia, not too cold, like other places.

Hah. The cartoons. They all speak chinese, even teen titans and spongebob. And you know what's funny? They call spongebob 海绵宝宝, which means spongebaby, and mojo jojo 摩人究究, which means.. Something bad, I'm sure. And now I'm on the train to Hsinchu, and I will end this here. Goodbye, ciao.

Oh this is Taiwan. So (and with slang) 再见！

Happy birthday

2010-11-14T22:40:00.003+08:00

I had a blast!
Thank you, everyone.
Dear Aly, I'm waiting for SY's smell. (rolls eyes)
Thanks for SY, the dog.
Thank you for a good time, I'mma return to facebook.
Rachel, ohlo. :)

THIS SUCKS

2010-10-21T22:31:00.002+08:00

I wish someone could understand what I'm going through.
Truly understand.
Wholefully understand.

Some things I wanna tell people so much but I CAN'T.
Some things I wish you'd know, but I just CAN'T let you know.
Some things I want so much but I just CAN'T have it.
Why, in life, are there so many CAN'Ts?
Why can't I have my way, just once?
Why can't I have what I want, just once?

Because no one truly knows, what I want, what I dream of, what I desire.

So I'll just continue living my life in frustration.

How much more of this can I take?

Tearing

2010-10-02T17:10:00.003+08:00

To me, crying is weak.
Tears are a sign of weakness.

So, there was no reason for me to cry on Thursday, when someone accidentally kicked me and caused me to fall.
Except that my ankle hurt a lot.
Allow me to enlighten you.
I was standing near the Michael goal, defending Vithya the goalkeeper because the Xaviers had the ball and unless we did something they'd probably kick the ball in.
Almost all of the players were there, both Xavier and Michael. I was standing on my left leg, my right leg outstretched, trying like hell to kick the ball.
I remember a lot of leg. We had been tied 1-1 for a while now, and both teams wanted to score a goal. Everyone was chasing after the ball.
And then, all of a sudden, WHAM, someone had kicked me on the leg, and I fell.
The pain, I remember, was overwhelming. And then, to my utter disgust and bemusement, I began to cry.
To quote Wong who later said, "Eh, you cry very funny leh." I was panting and sobbing, trying to catch my breath, because it was one of those blows which really, knocked the breath outta you.
Again, I remember a lot of leg. People were surrounding me, asking me questions like "are you okay?" and "does it hurt?" that I couldn't be bothered answering.

Then the awesome medical standby people caried me to a chair and treated what turned out to be a sprained ankle. I remember the procedure we learned in St John class for treating sprains, RICE. Thank you for treating my sprain :).

Then, when I managed to stop crying ( I am still disgusted at myself for this, because if you knew me, surely you know that I don't cry? I think the last time I did, it was in March), I managed (with the help of Looi) to hobble over to watch the rest of the futsal game. Michael and Xavier were still tied 1-1, and by that time I think all the other games (hockey, netball and volleyball) had finished, and everybody was watching futsal. It was really like a real football match. There were lots of screaming, and I think I did a fair share of it too, as Looi later told me that a person nearby had to cover her ear to prevent punctured eardrums. I don't blame her.

And then overtime was over, and then each team had a go at penalty kicks. I am very sorry to say that my teammates might have been very exhausted because no Michael-ian managed to score a goal, and Vithya didn't manage to catch any Xavierballs, either.

Alas, the score was 3-1. The Xavier people cheered. The Michael people cheered too. And for some bloody reason, it made me tear up all over again.

Maybe it was because I was sad to see that we lost. Maybe it was because I was helpless at the sidelines, not being able to help my team. Maybe if I had played, I wouldn't feel so sore losing.

My friends carried me back to St Helen square because I could not walk. Michael got 2nd overall.

That day, I had to hop about on my right leg.
Yesterday, a Friday, I not only (miraculously, which just goes to show, you can heal a lot when you sleep) could walk, but I could run the padang, too.
And today, I have to go for ballet.
And if you knew me, surely you know that I dislike ballet?

Heck, I can't even get anything good out of spraining my ankle.

Tearing

2010-10-02T16:35:00.001+08:00

heck

2010-09-25T22:58:00.003+08:00

You may not be able to stop yourself from growing older, but you can choose never to grow up.

Yes that's true, but when you're singing 12345 once I caught my fish alive during balik time when people are beraturing, you'll never fail to get looks.

Or when Encik Man finally lets you out for recess, and you start singing Oleh Oleh all the way to the canteen, even JUNIORS give you that slightly bemused WTH look.

Or when all of us suddenly decide to sing "I'm walking on sunshine, woahh oh oh" in class, courtesy of SMK Sunshine, others stare at you.

Of course, I'm not the only one. I'm not loony. There all always people who teman me sing wan. This just goes to show how supportive we are of each other, bak kata pepatah bagai aur dengan tebing. Thank you all especially Fuan and Alyssa for temaning me "fa feng".

We're not loonies. We're not crazy. We're just enjoying our childhood. Or what's left of it.

You can choose to live in Neverland if you wanted to.

You can choose to stay young forever. Age doesn't come into the equation.

Heck, in 20 years, when you're trying to get your office colleagues to do something fun and they stare at you like a science test subject gone absurdly wrong, you're gonna look back and wonder why you didn't enjoy more of your school days. You're gonna wonder why you then thought that studying 24/7 was more important than having a bit of fun. You're gonna regret that you were the Nerd with the book. You're gonna have to dole around a few beers before your colleagues get a little bit tipsy and high.

Girls just wanna have fun.

Stay young. Always.

Heh

2010-09-15T13:34:00.002+08:00

Okay I got a new book hardcover by Madeleine Wickham aka Sophie Kinssella called The Wedding Girl who my friend the Miss -e----- Looi Shyn Ru bought for me but insists I give it to her.

But since we are both avid readers I refused.

She's sulking.

And for those Sophie Kinsella fans OH MY GOSH HAVE YOU ALL READ HER NEW NOVEL MINI SHOPAHOLIC!

I do not know whether the book has arrived in JB bookstores but yes it is already avaliable in KL and no I haven't read the book and but I know someone who already has it.

So that's all.

Sucky

2010-09-11T15:25:00.002+08:00

My blog is sucky and I readily admit it.
I mean, what's up with those emo posts?
It's so unlike me. It's so eeyer.
If blogs were books, I'd happily put mine in the paper shredder.
Anyway. Update on my life.
I suppose I did OK in the exams.
Then now I'm bored.
There's nothing to do.
Yeah boring.
School had this Patriotic month thing befroe the hols so that we had to decorate our classes patriotic-ly.
I think, that's about all. The next time I can summon enough energy to come by this deserted place again, I'll be sure to write a more interesting and longer post.
I'll try.

Ciao again.

Over

2010-08-29T14:02:00.001+08:00

The exams are over
Take a breather
Hope it's never
Coming back forever.

Impossible, I know. But then what are we gonna for the two weeks break after this.
I'm at loss. Oh and I don't know what to say. I'm at Vivo's but not eating panini. I'll update more back home.

Ciao.

pfoot

2010-08-07T20:29:00.002+08:00

my life is currently in a state of drift and aimlessness.
My anchor is on leave.
I drift, and drift and drift, time is passing and I have lost track of it.
Like a puffy cloud.
Which is not necessarily a good thing.
Since, it keeps you from seeing reality.
Everything is tainted.
You can't see the truth.
I fail to update about recent happenings and stuff, and instead I'm spouting nonsensical crap here.
My mind is in a state of ignorance and numbness that I'm trying to get rid of.
But sadly, as my friend Venessa Yong would say, -"fail."

Obsessing over you

2010-08-02T20:25:00.003+08:00

I try to forget,
to pretend nothing happened
But doing so is near to impossible.

My brain is screaming at me to let you go
you're not worth it
It's pathetic
But everytime I try to do so
My heart pleads
No, no
Could I really bear it?

Which one hurts more
To be with you and feel miserable
Or to be without you and feel miserable?
Its a lose-lose situation

Deep down I know I should choose the latter
Deep down I know you have never treated me fairly
Never made me feel special enough
Never made me feel like you wanted me, and me only
There was always someone else
I know I should break free
But a tiny part of me is pleading
To give you a chance
Maybe one day you'd turn around and realise
I was always there
But you know what?
That tiny part of me is slowly fading
I don't want to get hurt anymore.

Adapted from- the Book of Emotions

That's just too bad

2010-08-01T20:15:00.002+08:00

I feel you slipping away,
Day by day.
Is there anything I can do about it?
Sadly, I don't think so,
Because if that was the case
Wouldn't I have done it already?

Some things are better to be left unknown.
Cuz you see,
If nobody knows nothing about anything,
Then nobody gets hurt not knowing.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you,
Cuz I didn't really tell anyone.

I know, I know, it's not good to be all bottled up,
I know I should let it all out.
It's hurting inside,
The pain is hard to hide
I'm not very bright
But I know its not right
My heart silently pleas for help
As I struggle to keep myself from tearing apart.

Okay, so

2010-08-01T20:13:00.002+08:00

Singapore.
Bought useless stuff.
Saw a Taylor Lautner Barbie Doll.
Wow, Mattel really has improved. I didn't remember them having anything like that when I was, say, six.
Walked a lot.

Huh. That's all, I guess.

Dear You

2010-07-29T21:14:00.002+08:00

Dear dear you
treating me
ordinarily
Like I'm just another one of them
And not like I'm special to you.

I know you probably won't see this post, but it doesn't hurt to post this anyway. I mean, its all fictatious, just another figment of my petty imagination.

So what's the bloody point of it all?

She was right. You're cold.

Sometimes I wonder, have I made the wrong decision?

Heh

2010-07-10T05:42:00.001+08:00

I'm sitting in Habib now, waiting for breakfast while blogging in like frigging 5 41 in the morning. I'm so tired

yours, truly

2010-07-04T22:24:00.002+08:00

I remember the times when we were close.
Close, real tight.
And I used to tell you everything.
And you told me everything, too.
Ahhh... those were good times.
But little by little, it went away.
You didn't know it, but slowly you changed.
Slowly, bit by bit, drifting away.
Neglecting me, like an owner abondoning a puppy dog once it had grown tired of it.
What a heartless, cruel, owner.
What a poor puppy dog.
What a sad story.
You didn't know it, but you hurt me.
Very, very much.
I couldn't let it out, couldn't tell anyone about it, because I was hoping that you'd turn around, that you'd change, that you'd go back to being the old you.
But no, you never changed back.
I didn't tell anyone, kept the pain to myself.
Was never a crying person, but because of you, and what you've done to hurt me, I cried more oftenly than I ever did.
Never thought I could cry so much over something.
Never thought you meant so much to me.
Worse part was, you didn't realise it.
Months drifted away, and I suffered in silence.
No one knew, not even you.
Again and again, you hurt me.
In ways I would never describe.
Sometimes, it was even on purpose, for fun.
I'd never thought you were so insensitive.
And then, it stopped.
I cry no more for you.
I cry no more for anything else.
I cry, NO MORE.
Never again.

I am incapable of crying any more.
And its all your fault.
You turned me against you.
Its all your doing.
Look no further, its not anyone else.
Its you.
Yes, you.
Look what you've done, tuning me out.
Look what I've resorted to doing.
The only person I can pour out my sorrows to is my blog.
MY BLOG.
My tears dried up long ago, my heart hardened with it, too.
You've turned me into a emotionless, heartless, cruel, monster.
I care for nothing no more.
Never again.
You're not worth it.
Not worth crying for.

Best friends NO MORE.

Waka waka

2010-07-03T22:53:00.002+08:00

Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka waka eh eh
Tsamina mina Zangalewa
Cus this is Africa

No comment

2010-06-26T18:31:00.001+08:00

I was too pissed to reply your message. Pissed, but not with you, don't worry.

Bee sy

2010-06-26T13:24:00.001+08:00

Busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy happy busy busy I don't understand why you had to do that busy busy pameran jenayah busy busy busy Oreo busy busy busy folio busy busy tuition

Oh

2010-06-20T19:22:00.001+08:00

I am back in JB. Bought so many books that I ran out of shelf space. Looking forward to school tomorrow :)

Mmmmmm

2010-06-18T21:35:00.001+08:00

I'm enjoying green tea snow ice while surfing the web. :) all my worries have temporarily dissapeared. Yay me!

Disregard

2010-06-18T16:14:00.001+08:00

I'm still in Ipoh. It is a sanctuary of zen, boredom, and chaos.

Zen because I don't need to worry about my homework. Because frankly who does their homework on vacation. And anyway when I got back from camp I went to KL straightaway, not sparing no time for decent packing or anything else so how do you expect me to sort out painstakingly my various scattered scraps of paper within like 5 minutes and bring them here? I have, at least to me, a vary valid excuse.

Boredom, because it is pretty boring. No communication with the outside world. No phone calls because I'm so lazy I won't sit at the table for half an hour talking, due to the lack of wireless phones here. Which means no talking to friends. It might be helpful to know that I phone call at least 3 times a day with each call lasting on average 15 minutes on an average daily basis. So, you get the big picture.

Chaos, because what do you expect from 3 younger cousins mixed with your siblings facing each other 24/7 with practically nothing to do other than play the Wii until it malfunctioned?

Thank goodness for my books an the World Wide Web, I can entertain myself in my own company, thanks very much.

Yesterday, I had a weird dream. It involves somebody's birthday and going to school in plastic gloves and blood? I have a very vivid imagination.

And alas there is nothing more to blog about. What a fascinating life I have here.

I just caught

2010-06-17T17:30:00.001+08:00

I just caught Toy Story 3. It was the first show of the first day, which means I got to watch it FIRST, and I can tell you firsthand that the movie is good. And when I say good, I really mean, good. For Toy Story 1 and 2 fans, you don't wanna miss it. For those who didn't watch the previous movies, I recommend it, too.

Today during breakfast at Ipoh Garden my mum pointed put some random man sitting at the table behind us and told me: that was the doctor who delivered you. I was like, okay.. I mean, how weird is that?

Caught in the whirlpool

2010-06-16T15:35:00.001+08:00

I, Celine Choong, hereby admit that:

1. I'm not in Mexico, Lydia.
2. I do not have time to do my folios until school reopens. I'm sorry, teacher.
3. I'm a bookhogger.
4. My English is detoriating. Hey wait, you already know this.
5. What you people keep teasing me about, I wish was true. But it's a little too late to dream about it now, is it?
6. I'm a sucker for all sweet things.
7. I love Oreos. If it isn't obvious enough already.
8. If I don't control how much I eat, I'd be overweight already. I have the urge to eat at every 1 1/2 hour interval.
9. I love shopping.

And last but not least,

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Enter backspace

2010-06-15T21:04:00.001+08:00

Things have changed between us. That much I can figure. Things are just somehow.. Different, in a way I don't know how to put. You'd never admit it, of course, nor would I if questioned by someone else. You don't tell me things anymore. Why? Why did I spent the better half of the year hanging around you when I could've moved on and found someone else? Why did I stay, like a puppy, faithfully by your side? Because there's always a reason. The reason? Because I need you. I need you to constantly remind me of the reality, and not get too carried away in the fantasy land I'm living in, where there's always a tomorrow and where I don't keep track of things. You might not tell me things anymore, but you're still my confidante, the one I think of ringing first whenever there is news. You are my tutor, and anything I don't know how to do, I will go to you. You are the best friend I would ever want. Yet you don't realise that, and you neglect me, ignore me, use me. You continue seeking favour in the company of others, when all you need to do is to turn around and look. I'll be there. I'm the one who is always lurking in the background, waiting for you to notice me, though you never did. You're always looking for project partners, always overlooking what is just in front of you. I'd always obligingly do whatever you asked me to, because I like to please you, and I'd long ago give up expecting gratitude, because you never gave me any. I always trusted you, yet nowadays I'm not sure whether I do, anymore, something's changed, an our friendship changed with it. And I want our old friendship back. The days when we could just have fun. Not worry. Share secrets without fearing that our secrets would leak out. Feel contented in each other's company, something that's been lacking for a while now. I feel underappreciated, yet I can't bring myself to leave you, to move on. I still need you.

Adapted from Celine's random inspirations that just come to mind and stays there until being released somewhere. However lousy it is, DO NOT COPY. thank you.

Singapore

2010-06-09T19:32:00.001+08:00

I must very much expect my holidays to be packed, and then I'll have no time to do my homework.

I just came back from SJS superb sleepover yesterday, and then today I went for shopping in Singapore, and then tomorrow I'm going to CS popular bookfair with a few people (classified information :P) an then Friday I'm going for camp until Sunday, and straight after that it's KL and Ipoh for me till school reopens. Totally no time for three folios? Yes. You betcha. I could die of a packed schedule.

It hurts

2010-06-08T20:18:00.001+08:00

The sleepover was a blast. More pics soon (maybe?) or just go to facebook.

You said yourself, you don't tell me things anymore. So you've decided to exclude me now. What happened between us? What changed? You know who you are. Yes, it's you. Can you at least tell me why? It hurts, you know.

Officially home alone

2010-06-05T11:51:00.002+08:00

I'm at home alone. And there's a dead milipede in my kitchen. Ants are currently eating the milipede. Well, at least that settles their lunch. I have no lunch and have to order McDonalds, which may or may not layan me because the last time I called, they asked for my parents. Its so illogical, what, you think every non-adult who calls for McDelivery is pulling a prank? Some people really have to eat, you know, and you're the reason they might be starving.

Not to mention the last two times I called for Pizza delivery my call was rejected (its not my fault they don't know how to spell "Tze Huey" right? They should take chinese name spelling lessons) because I got fed up with them saying Sorry? and Pardon? And stuff like that, right?

All said, making calls for delivery should be left to pros like Venessa Yong because people like her have good grown up voices. My grown up voice, well, lets just say it probably sounds like constipation.

Home alone is nothing to be sad about, I get the TV, the computer, the Wii, and the house to myself. And there's no one to boss me about so I can do whatever I want, which includes waking up at 11 and skipping breakfast to blog. I'mma order extra filling McD lunch later. And also, there is peace and quietness and no bratty brothers annoying and irritating you whenever you are within range of sight.

And I don't think its gonna be boring at all because I have the World Wide Web to accompany me, not to mention the dead milipede in the kitchen, and I could just use the phone to call anyone anytime, and I have to pack for the sleepover tomorrow (AHHHHH I CAN'T WAIT) and I have to sort out my bursting wardrobe, and I also have to wash my shoes, etcetra stcetra. Goodbye.

On the balloon cloud.

2010-06-02T21:32:00.002+08:00

The exams are OVER.
Time for superblog revival.
THE EXAMS ARE OVER!
Gonna be very busy the next few days.
Outings, shopping trips, church camp, and the highlight of the holidays, SLEEPOVER!
Come, people. The more the merrier.
I'm gonna be the official photographer of the event.
I'm to high to blog. All I think of is fun fun fun.
And my anchor, as I like to call her, reminds me that I have 3 folios to pass up after the holidays. SHOOT.
On the balloon cloud now. This is how I'd like to enjoy life.

Ciao.

But oh

2010-05-21T19:46:00.001+08:00

Yo.

Yesterday's PJ was fun!! I'd rate it 4  outta 5. For those of you who were there, you know what I'm talking about. For those who weren't, you missed out! It was so fun. Almost all of us got wet. It just rained and we were like splashing water onto each other. People from other classes were just gawking at us and thinking we were mad, but it was all good fun. 2A, we are SO doing this again.

Today was choir MSSM closing ceremony. I got buddies up with Eunice, (finally) and we got to watch the last few events. Sarawak was the winner with 59 medals in total, Johor was the runner up!

Ciao.

Hmd

2010-05-09T13:42:00.001+08:00

Mummy, happy mother's day. You're the BEST! ILY. 

Neh Huh

2010-05-01T22:20:00.003+08:00

I keep thinking that today is a Sunday, hence the typo in my last post. Because if I were to go to school tomorrow at friggin' 7 in the morning, I'd be the only dumb ass attending for non-existent Sunday librarian duty, whom the AJK harian is the Ghost.

Anyway, ballet today was okay, and if this keeps on, I'm gonna take back my words from the last post. Teacher didn't yell at anyone today. Must be in a very good mood. But there will still be extra class on Tuesday, which I so don't want to go to. No, I want to sit Looi's car go home. :-(

My condolences to the family and friends of Jia Qi, former fellow ballerina, who passed away last Saturday due to brain cancer. RIP, friend.

You know, I feel the only reason I'm blogging is to keep in touch with my so-called "creative writing" ability, if I really happen to have one. Because if I try creative writing like this in any of the essays back in school it will really backfire and I'm gonna go so off track that if I was writing about a gotong royong it will probably turn into, people who form mobs in front of plastic making factories and protest to them about making more bio-degradable plastic bags, or something. And when I write in my diary (Yes, I do own a diary, albeit a digital one in my iPod, which has a password on it so you can't look and yes Kaye Linn I already changed the password so don't you even THINK about peeking) I kinda just use Singlish.

And tomorrow I'm going to the optician to check for astigmatism because everything looks shiny and slightly blurry to me and I can't think of any other explanation. Oh, there's always an explanation. And I'll tell you what it is. You're currently floating on Cloud 9, hence your vision is temporarily tinted with glitter, which explains your current vison defects. Am I right? No, you're wrong, you stupid little random voice at the back of my head. Get lost. *poof*

Okay, you read the last paragraph again and tell me if I'm not outta my mind. I'm talking to myself. But then again, is it very suprising to be outta my mind? My friends are driving me crazy. When are you gonna ask, when you gonna ask? ELS is driving me crazy. And I mean the club which I am the president of, Alyssa, not the person. My results are in jeapordy. Is it really that suprising that I've gone nuts? Wasn't I the nuts person from day one? "kacang putih! kacang segar! Siapa nak beli kacang? Buy one free one!"

I get it that one whole week my blog is dead, and then another I post three posts. I'm crazy, I tell you. Indefinitely.

And now it is time for me to report back to the Tampoi Mental Hospital. Good bye.

Bye.

Nard

2010-05-01T13:25:00.001+08:00

I'm telling you, there is no way you'll be able to find Hershey's Cookies and Creme chocolate in Jusco. Sure, there are the Kisses, but I'm not interested in those.

I do not look forward to weekends. Weekends mean ballet, and I officially hate ballet. You just basically get shouted at by your teacher for two hours and she expects you to put on a cheerful face while she is yelling at you. Talk about poker face.

And the worse place you can have your ballet exam is the Princess Elizabeth School for the mute, deaf and blind. Because we're having our ballet exam in the badminton court. How sad.

Anyway, happy advanced birthday, raneesha. I don't think I'll be blogging much after this due to tedious exams.

Librarian duty tomorrow. Neh.

Chaos

2010-04-30T21:12:00.002+08:00

There is no time to blog, I'm telling you, and there is nothing to blog about, because everything is either too public that if I mention it here I will be considered 'outdated', or either too private and it cannot be posted here.

Today is a hot and humid day. And to make matters worse there was no electricity. Everybody was sweating like hell. A boring day, out of 10, I'd give 4 and a 1/2, maybe? Nothing in particular happened, except stuff that happen that are usually not of any particular interest maybe.

Oh, and G season is gradually coming to an end. No more sudden "I want to asks". Except for moi and Kaye Linn, and a few anonymous people, G (which means godsister, by the way) Season is, as far as I'm concerned, finished. Congratulations to the people who got asked, the people who got accepted. My condolences to those who asked someone and got rejected, there are many seashells on the beach.

Anyway, Mok Jia Xin, you owe me an Oreo, don't think I forgot. Chien Yin, you owe me cool blog! I've got the scars on my calf to prove it. :P

I want the whole world to know, something that must be kept a secret for the time being. You will know one day, people. You will find out. And I can't wait for that day to come.

Monolouge

2010-04-16T22:33:00.001+08:00

Crazy tired lmao blah blah blah whatever hah.

I'm lagging behind on my homework. Ah-bviously what were you doing these past few days huh? Oh, that. Erm, watching TV?

And what were you doing in school whole day for the whole week huh? Oh, singing retard kiddy songs and changing song lyrics? And obsessing over --- and just having a good time with my friends?

So when are you gonna start cracking on your homework? Soon, don't worry, soon. Right now, I'm busy looking for sites to download free music. Noob, I am one, I know. But I hate virus, so Limewire or whatever is out. 4shared? Maybe.

Oh, and how was the ELS BOD meeting today? Oh, fascinating. There were so much to discuss, ah, yes. We have decided to do --- for next week, but this strictly PRIVATE and CONFIDENTIAL super classified top secret information cannot be revealed here, so eat your heart out.

And what did you do on Thursday? Went school in the morning, choir, Foon Yew 2. ( fyi my primary school for those of you who don't already know). Got buddied up with Sara. Brushed up the kiddos for Terengganu Kita. Creepy FY2 girl keep stalking me now that was creepy and I know it was a bit cruel but I had to resort to ignoring her and keeping a safe distance from her to get her to stop.

Anything interesting happened today? Oh yes i mabe Rachel tie a shoelace around her waist like a belt so people especially seniors would keep staring at her. And there was also one around her hair but that was her own idea.

And I just called Looi Shyn Ru which I think is asleep as she didn't bothered answering the phone so the questions that I want to ask her will have to go unanswered until forever.

And should I also tell you guys about my dream? Okay no its not that public. Someday, I might post it, but not now, not now.

Bye, paparazzi.

Nuh

2010-04-03T23:09:00.002+08:00

complications

jealousy

denial

betrayals

back-stabbing

confessions

gossiping

whispers

confusion

choosing sides

secrecy

hurt

lust

regret

joy

bliss

April

2010-04-03T22:33:00.003+08:00

Updates, as requested by Fuan and Aly.

Today, as the title up there probably says, is the 3rd of April.

You know, i had one hell of an April Fool's Day, and you can't imagine what sort of jokes people (ahem, LOOI) prank on me, and I'm not gonna even start elaborating, because to me its NOT FUNNY. At all.

And oh, I pranked lotsa people.

And oh, I gotta go.

What a Day

2010-03-14T22:09:00.003+08:00

I'm back. And I'm gonna blog about it.

I have read my own blog a few times before (okay who doesn't) and I am aware that almost everything I blog about is unlogical, unlikely, and ununderstandable, and only decodable by fellow crapsters e.g Kaye Linn.

So, for this post, I'm gonna put extra effort to make it easy for everyone to read, because the reason we write things in blogs and not in diaries is because everyone can read it, so it is not limited to the eyes of those who has my diary password only (my soft toys).

Okay, you see? I was crapping again. Being the lazy person that I am, I won't waste my time deleting the whole previous paragraph, though I know I could just highlight the whole thing and press delete.

Anyway, the first 2 words of the first paragraph states that "I'm back." Back from where, back from doing what, is what today's post will (hopefully) be all about.

You know, by telling you all these I am giving out classified information: my Sunday routine so I hope no stalkers read my blog.

Okay, I usually start my Sundays by waking up (okay lame I know) and by going for ballet. And so I did just that, and then instead of heading to church like I always do, I went to June's grandparents' home (most of you who read this blog don't even KNOW who June is, I'll bet) and I took a shower, and June took a shower, and Jane took a shower, and then we ate something, and then Aunt Lynn took us in her Beamer to Singapore!

But without the aid of a GPS we only arrived at Victoria theatre at about, 1:30, I guess. And the worse thing is that there was no parking there. So we had to ask for directions, since we are dumb ass foreigners and all, and we ended up parking at this place called Adelphi Plaza or something like that. And we could only park at B4 or B5 because guess what B2 and B3 were only for season parkers. Like what? And the worse part was there was no lift there and we had to hike the stairs from B5 to Ground floor, yes, so it was fortunate I wore sneakers and pants, not a miniskirt or something. And then we discovered that Adelphi was a dead place, so we crossed the street to another place to get something to eat. At this point we were so ravenous we didn't care where we ate, but when I suggested McDonalds nobody paid any attention to me. So we went to this food court place where it was so crowded and corrupted that the air smelt like grease, fried food and stale fart mixed up, and we quickly got outta there and ended up in this Myanmar restaurant. The food there was okay, except it wasn't anyone's type, so the five individual dishes that we ordered kept getting exchanged around and around, and my Myanmar "Skalkaya 'bird's nest' drink" turned out to be nothing more than Bandung and crushed jelly. So as not to hurt the cook's feelings, I tried to conceal the yucky Bandung (I LOATHE bandung, mind you) and the gross bandung flavoured jelly in various leftover food, such as mixing the jelly up in the fried rice, pouring corpious (LOOI!) amount of bandung into the soup, smearing a thin layer on the table, etc.(Does this remind you of Mr Bean?) Maybe you think I'm gross, but hey, its just a bit of childish fun, and I'm sure Alyssa will agree with me.

Anyway, the main point of coming to Singapore this time was to watch Giselle, a Ballet of sorts, of 1 and 3/4 hours, and it was a beautiful ballet indeed, telling a romantic love story, something I cannot (or am lazy to) describe or take pictures of, because if I remember correctly there was something about "USAGE OF CAMERAS AND CAMCORDERS STRICTLY PROHIBITED". Okay I couldn't care less of course, I slept through the whole thing. Jkjkjkjk.

The sad thing is although we spent the better half of the day in Singapore, we didn't go to Ochard Road at all! I bet my mum is brokenhearted. We spent the evening jamming the whole way home.

That's all, I guess. Enjoy my 'misadventures'.

hello

2010-03-04T22:04:00.002+08:00

I'm gonna skip blogging about sports day, skip exam, which I sucked at, and jump to...
THE FUTURE.

Okay, actually that's just an excuse not to blog because I can't predict the future, can I?

Anyway, I am very malas to blog, no mood today, bye!

:D

Angpow?

2010-02-16T17:15:00.001+08:00

People tell me about your angpow collection! How many angpows? I wanna hear it all from you. I have very less this year because I did not go "bai nian-ing".

Anyway Alyssa the next bit of bloggation is just for you!
I say it's just for Alyssa because only me and her will understand what I'm gonna type next. Of course, all of you are invited to read too.

Remember one day I was fetching you home? And then I was choosing between the "New York" white shirt and the blasted "I NY" red tee? I chose the white one in the end because ehk-hem... You know la. BUT.. When I called June to thank her for the tees she said the "I NY" tee was a girl cut tee. So what could I do? Well, you know the answer to that. And as I am typing this to you, I am wearing the exact mentioned red tee right now...
I NY? I NY is more like it..

Alyssa after you have finished reading this please comment in my cbox..

BTW I am in Old Town Kopitiam right now waiting for my hot lava ice cream which has yet to arrived.

My gosh it's so burning hot in Ipoh.
Did I mention that my cousin said i was hot?
Yep. No kidding.

More updates,
Later.
Celine

Um

2010-02-15T13:57:00.001+08:00

Um, hello. This is Celine here. Anyone there? People? Anyone?

Should I just stop writing and forget it? There's no one here, you know. I'll be talking to myself..

Okay quit monolouging.

Had a tiring morning shopping in Parkson (okay now I've given up my l of asl.. Oopsie doopsie) bought newest galaxie, went bookhogging, ate junk, came back, and now onlinin with my handy iPod.

I am busy. Byee!

Ipoh

2010-02-12T21:55:00.001+08:00

INTERESTING...
I have not been to school for two days, that is, yesterday and today.
Is that considered as pontenging? Unfortunately, no.
Not if you're already a few hundred miles away from school while people are choiring in bilik tayangan.
Not if you're already eating green tea flavoured snow ice someplace far away when people are just getting into their buses and on the way home from school, sweating and chattering away about the sukantara they just finished and how fun it was.
I don't know why I'm typing like that. I am far from sad, though it was a real pity I missed sukantara and choir of course. I have been to popular Ipoh and bought like three revision books and "the viper's nest" 39 clues. And a new pair of sport shoes.
I sound like I'm bragging. I'm far from it.
And I have absolutely no idea at all why I'm ralkin like that.

TSOP

2010-02-07T13:33:00.001+08:00

I am waiting for my cha soba to arrive so I shall blog while waiting.

FYI I am going to ****'s house for a super T.S.O.P.

And I have been so busy these days that I don't have any time to blog.

And my cbox is pretty much dead beyond resuscitation so please contribute!

Anyway, lydia's birthday is just around the corner and I don't think I shall blog again before that so HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA! May your 14th be memorable! Don't worry you'll get lots of presents! 

Shortie

2010-01-26T10:22:00.001+08:00

I only can write a short one, I am in old town and am supposed to eat breakfast. It is so sad that the sultan has passed away and even more sad that all school
Activities are canceled for the week. Means no ELS and to think I already bought the prizes too!

Prezzies n More

2009-12-27T18:35:00.003+08:00

As promised I will now enlighten you on my list of christmas gifts. Bear in mind that Christmas isn't only about gifts and Santa Claus, it is also about sharing and spreading the love of God.

Let's see...
Mum-Clothes.
Aunt Lynn- A butterfly necklace pendant from Crystal Corner.
Tiffany- A blue beaded necklace & matching bracelet.
Uncle Sunny- A wallet.
Aunt (mum's sister)- A handphone pouch.
Looi- apple chips
Aunt Jeslyn- A shoulder bag in a shape of a guitar. And a watch.
Elyssa- A sock full of yummy candy.

I know this post is late. Anyway happy new year welcome back to school hope you all enjoy the new school year BYE!!!

Hohohohohohohoho

2009-12-25T22:04:00.002+08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!

Wow these few days have been a whirlwind of time.
The 6U gathering, Christmas Eve's party at June's, Church Christmas Service, shopping for prezzies, deciding what to give who, and etc, etc, etc.

I have been having so much fun I'm too exhilarated to elaborate.
All I can say is... ....... okay, someone should invent a word which means " Wish you were there I'm having so much fun and I'm still busy having fun so have fun being jealous I'm busy. BYE."
Okay for now maybe we'll just use the word AWESOME!
This Christmas has been uber-awesome.

And I'm gonna stay up late tonight and when the clock strikes twelve I'm gonna tear open my presents. Because I'm not allowed to until tomorrow, which is Boxing Day, and midnight is considered tomorrow, everyone knows that.

Have fun this Christmas! Will post what I got for Christmas and from who tomorrrow if I have time.

Anyway, December the 25 also marks a special occasion- its my Mummy's birthday!
Happy Birthday Mummy! :-)

Ciao, and once again, Merry Christmas Everybody!!!

A Declaration

2009-12-20T21:27:00.002+08:00

This post will begin with A Declaration and end with What an Unlucky Evening.

A Declaration

I, Celine Choong officially declare that my pencil box is lost.

Yes, lost. Lost. Vanished without leaving the slightest trace. Gone. Just like that. Poof. In fact I have constructed a new pencil box which looks like a giant pencil entirely out of Lego bricks. Yes its true. Maybe I would bring that one to school next year BUT it will probably be labeled as childish (I can already imagine Lydia rolling her eyes and saying- "that's SO Celine') ang get confisticated at day one. So, maybe not.

What an Unlucky Evening

Okay today while I was out makaning with my family and after we had finished we proceeded to the carpark accross the road. Then my slipper/flip flop fell out. Okay not exactly fell out but the strap unconnected. Came undone. And I had to drag my foot with slipper at the bottom towards the car, and it was so hard, and I probably look so stupid or too lazy to walk properly or something. In the end I gave up and walked bareffot along the filthy tar road.

2009-12-18T20:47:00.002+08:00

I am absolutely exhausted.
For two main reasons, which are as follows:
a. I watched Project Runway until 1am this morning.
b. The JBWMC Christmas youth party today.
Okay, this morning I woke up at 918. I brushed my teeth. I changed my clothes. I ate breakfast. I began a useless search for my pencil box, which has been missing since last week (and stuffed to the brim with my most treasured stationery). I went for my piano lesson. I came home. I changed into my ‘The Best Gift’ Christmas party 2009 tee and white pants and pantyhose. I ate lunch. I went to church.

Then, 2 o’ clock came. I saw Rachel. Rachel and her recently rebonded hair. She looks better, I must admit. The party started in the old sanctuary, decorated with fairy lights and balloons and the usual Christmas decorations and festival ribbon on the fans and a lot of things and also red lights. Then we play play play (okay actually they played I mostly watched because I was busy on the phone with a late Alyssa calling me and when they came they wouldn't BUDGE from the door. Man did they come to the party as guests or as door guards?) But if I was a latecomer and they were already in the middle of some game I would pretty much do the same so I guess I understand.

Then we switched games to Whacko (a game I now know Looi hates).
Then came worship time.
Then another game.
Then me and Jane's one-minute-ballet performance. (I am SO NOT elaborating)
Then the funny-cool-witty modern play. (Those who've seen it, I'm sure you'll agree)

Then pastor preached a bit, and we all ate abit, and it was time to go home=)
Will post pics next time if I feel like it.

Tagged by Rachel

2009-12-10T14:42:00.003+08:00

#1 Are you single?: Like obviously lol.
#2 Would you rather have Carlsberg or coffee with a raw egg on top?: The raw egg on coffee doesn't sound appealing to me... but if anyone tries it and finds it nice tell me yea
#3 Where do you study?: Convent Secondary. =)
#4 Do you currently have a crush?: Um no.
#5 Are you troubled?: Nah.
#6 Do you believe in fate?: Totally.
#7 At what age have you planned to get married?: When I decide to.
#8 Do you watch porn?: Ew. No, Never. Ever.
#9 What if you find out your lover is cheating on you?: How do I do that if I don't have a lover? lol
#10 What was the last movie you caught?: 2012
#11 With whom? (#10): Thats classified information. But judging by the amount of people who blogged/FBd about that outing I think you probably already know.
#12 Whom where you were with on your last hangout?:Um. Classified information.
#13 What are you doing?: Blogging. Like duh.
#14 Current mood?: Bored with these questions. *yawn*
#15 Last person you chatted online with?: None of your business, nosy parker
#16 Last boyfriend/girlfriend you had?: No comment.
#17 Last food you ate?: Lunch
#18 Last drink you drank?:Strawberry Banana Smoothie! Yay!
#19 Would you ever think of joining a secret society?: Yep. :D
#20 What is beside you now?: My hp, iPod, a couple of books, the housephone, CDs, etc.
#21 How many pairs of flipflops/slippers do you own?: One
#22 Pick one person from your links that you think is a muddleheaded/forgetful person.: Um. No answer to this one.
#23 Would you ever date that person for a day? (#22): Date No Answer? Not even a person Lol.
#24 What's your biggest secret?: What a stupid tactic to coax secrets outta people.
#25 Favorite color?: Colours. (I can't make up my mind which one to put)

Headlines

2009-11-30T11:04:00.001+08:00

First, folks, I'm sorry for the undramatic scene- I'm blogging from my iPod which means no conveniences- no font change, no biggie smallie words, no colour configure, no photo insert, no whatever.
Still, what do you expect? This app is free, huh. And a little voice at the back of my head says, PC blogger is free too. But a bigger and louder voice says, this is not a computer, and you should be grateful you get to BLOG, I'm telling you, so quit complaining, shut up, and get on with your crap.

So, as I promised, headlines-

LITTLE MISS BOOKHOGGER STRIKES AGAIN!!!

The much dreaded return of the Little Miss Bookhogger (LMB for short) has been proven true, as she strikes again in the same place! Who would have thought she would strike at the same place? And got away with it too? 5 thick books in fairly well conditions, and for 18 ringgit. And that totally PWNED some popular bookfair which sadly, the LMB didn't show up for.

And who would have thought that I, a humble and ordinary girl, would be SO perasan to make a headline about herself? WELL....

I'm gone!

Yo hoho

2009-11-29T22:34:00.001+08:00

Yohoho and a bottle of rum.
One question: Why is nobody updating their blog?

Like sheesh.

Or is my iPod just spoilt?

Anyway, headlines!!!
Next.
I'll save it for my next post, which I'm doing right after this.

What a life

2009-11-28T17:52:00.001+08:00

I am not doing any work, other than SMSing people, checking my email through my iPod, reading books, walking in malls, lounging around the sofa watching tv, playing video games, etc.

What a life! It might be short lived, that is, but it totally pwnds doin homework and stuff.

I am going to enjoy more of my short lived relaxful life. ciao.

BORING~

2009-11-24T14:08:00.002+08:00

Today is a fairly boring day.
I have called Lydia umpteen times and have nothing left to talk with her,
cannot think of a good plot for my new story so there's no point of writing,
cannot play Sims 3 because of some stupid malfunction,
have no new books to read and can't go to CS to get new ones,
can't call Looi to talk because she is out watching some basketball match till like, six in the evening,
and to make things worse I have a piano class tonight.

Oh bother.

What a boring, boring, day.

Intensive Care Camp

2009-11-18T22:19:00.003+08:00

Today is the first day of St. John Ambulance Intensive Care Camp. Already, we have marched like mad, learned new bandaging techniques, watched demonstrations, performed CPR on the "little anne" mannequin, (very hard, and I barely managed to compress his chest) and do a lot of whatever there is to do during camp. Anyway, my name tag kena rampas by Private Seow. And Rachel's also kena rampas but that was my fault, but she wouldn't stop crying. ( Sorry, Rachel!) Anyway we got them back at the end of the day.

We were having 3 in 1 instant mixing Milo for tea break and this over-health-concious Lydia, who was also fortunately coincedentally same squad with me, said: " Why must put the whole packet? Will get diabetes and nose bleeding some more." Tsk tsk tsk. Ai yor, Lydia ah, you old already meh? Btw don't kill me for writing this.

Have to go memorise procedures. Bye~

Absolutely Wonderful

2009-11-16T20:48:00.003+08:00

There is

Absolutely nothing to be Wonderful about.
or nothing to be Absolutely Wonderful about.

Or whatever.
I just put that because I have freakin' nothing else to put.
I am lame. I know.
I also know that people like to make friends with my enemies just so they can rub salt into my wounds.
No. The last statement is not true. I just made it up because it sounded cool.
I am seriously sick, I think. Why would I want my friends to do that?
Who would?

I have

Absolutely Nothing to write in my blog.
And I'll continue yapping until this post is long enough.
Tomorrow is the class party! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
My attempt to enthusiast myself has sadly, failed.
Also, I know a lot of things I do not tell people about.
Not that peolple are interested, though.

Anyway, we might be going to watch 2012 on Sunday.
There's a catch. I'll have to skip church practice.
I'm just a narrator.
Its not like they can't do without me.
Okay, thinking about going to watch a movie has sucessfully cheered me up!
YAY!

If the power of suggestion is strong enough.
It is currently hibernating, now.
I am dreading intensive care camp and refuse to countdown the days.
NO! NO NO NO NO NO!
Its nearly here.
Talk about being stress free after exams.

A very BORED Celine, signing off.

YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

2009-11-13T22:54:00.003+08:00

Exams are like, FINALLY OVER!!!

I am so happy. In fact, that is a pathetic understatement. OVERJOYED is more like it! Or EXCITED, or EXHILARATED, or even HIGH!

Right now I feel like jumping and screaming and jumping and reaching for the sky, floating on a cloud that is so so high. For the obvious reasons, of course.

For those of you who don't already know:-
- Exams are finally over, like I stated above, but I feel I need to empahasize on it because... EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER! OVER AND OUT! How many weeks of studying, and no computer, and stress, and worry, and all the shit you do when exams are near, are finally over. All over on Friday the 13th of November. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I can fially relax. Now THIS is the life.

Today is Friday the 13th. Which brings us to the next reason of Why I'm So Freakin' Happy.

- I was born, tomorrow, (YES, TOMORROW) exactly 13 years ago. For those of you smart people, you would probably know what I'm trying to say, but to those who don't, read CAREFULLY, between the lines. (although I doubt that there's anything between them, though.)

There is a downfall, though. Ironically, I have to go to school to COOK tomorrow. Yes. On my birthday. Its not that I detest cooking, ( I actually like cooking okay) its just that, isn't it weird to be cooking on your birthday? And Looi says, I'd probably set the pan on fire or something. (I won't, trust me.)

Guess that's all. Till next time, Ciao people.

Typed at Cloud 9.

@%#&$@^#%!!!

2009-10-23T21:14:00.001+08:00

Frustrated. I bet not much people know why, and even if they did, won't understand. All I know is, life would never be the same again. At least for the time being.

I don't know what I would do without my friends. Thank heavens for them.

Children's Day! (16-9-09 Friday)

2009-10-16T18:47:00.012+08:00

We don't celebrate Children's Day in Secondary so you might be wondering why I wrote that title.

But today was, indeed, children's day at FY2 so... being the primary schooldays lover as I am, of coourse I had to go back to Foon Yew 2 for Children's Day. Tons of people went but many were kicked out. Most of us 6U-ians got to go in, though. We visited teachers in their respective classes, and they gave us things to eat. Paiseh paiseh. Get offered drinks and makanan in by teachers in front of small small kids. Here are a few pics..This was taken in 6U class. For those of you who don't know how to read chinese, it means: Happy Children's Day!Me & Rachel, both wearing our FY2 rumah Sukan PJ shirts. And yes, we still can fit into them. The blur thing blurring my face was someone trying to 'peace' but was either too early or too late.

This is the official 6U timetable for mini tests ectetra. For those of you who can read chinese, then you'll know how life was like last time for me and my fellow classmates. And for those who don't, too bad, then. (FYI this is the test timetable for every day of every week excluding other subjects like BM and English)

A view of 6U

Rachel lying on a canteen table. So sampat. tsk tsk tsk. (actually she only did that for a dare)

Playing cards in the canteen. Anyone who saw us would think we were card addicts... But believe it or not we played cards every day in school after UPSR!!

At least, in this pic, Scissors and Louis were doing something more... what's that word.. 'berfaedah dan lebih memanfaatkan'. Not like some other people playing cards.

This is not a neopic. I edited it in my iPod at its freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. XD

Me, Jan & Rachel.

Me & Shan.

Us and Junior

Us and Juniors

Us and more juniors.

One more pic before we all go home! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

By 12 the D.U PK Lim started kicking out seniors and we all went to the bus stop. Why, oh why can't we ever visit FY2 as seniors peacefully without getting kicked out at some point? We studied there for six years, man! Sheesh!

Anyway later me June(bestie) Jane(friend and bestie's sis) Calvin(brother) and Clarence(brother) were all crammed into the car on the way to CS. Then we went makan and Chamelon(dunnoe how its spelled LOL) to buy stuffs and also to Popular for necessities and inner city for window shopping and of al people I saw Kaye Linn there. I was:

me-

K.L-

me-"Hello! What you doing here?"

K.L-
(points where, I don't know. Points at what, I also don't know, but that does not matter)

me-"okay..."

K.L- "wah, so semangated primary school ar..."

Well I bet she didn't know I was in FY2 just now.

me-"thank you thank you. Bye bye bye bye."

So that's all for today.
Bye bye bye bye.

Woohoo!!!

2009-10-10T23:33:00.004+08:00

I

changed my blogskin.
By myself.

And also customised it a little bitty bit.
I know... when it comes to editting blogskins, adding cboxes, links,
I'm a complete BODOH.
But at least I managed to change my blogskin.
Credits to Rachel for helping me to do the rest. (I'm thanking her in advance)
I hope.

Random Yadda Blah Blah

Buh BYE!!!