Humphrey sounds like the name of my grandmother's dentist. Only my grandmother didn't have a dentist (because she didn't have any teeth) and so people named Humphrey technically shouldn't exist. But really, I assure you that I am not discriminating.
I feel like I'm regressing though.
Today, for a millisecond, the propsect of being an Irish chick lit writer sounded more enticing than being Hilary Clinton or the likes of her.
Gasps/Horrors/Giggles/Insert Stupid Girly Word
Now my blog will show up, along with a million other links when someone Googles Hilary Clinton. Doesn't it look as if that's her full name? Googles Hilary Clinton.
What's the word for not moving forward again? Like, you know, uh.
D'oh. Slaps self. Hard.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
The Sky Is Green In Sudan
It isn't actually, I just made that up.
Chinese exam tomorrow and I've developed an addiction to bathing. I know cleanliness is a virture, but surely four times a day borders on excessive.
Maybe if the weather lightened up a bit and stopped being such a Mangy Crow, my skin wouldn't be in danger of falling off in a most excruciating manner due to overzealous scrubbing.
Or maybe everyone should just stop releasing greenhouse gases.
In other words, down with the cows!
Chinese exam tomorrow and I've developed an addiction to bathing. I know cleanliness is a virture, but surely four times a day borders on excessive.
Maybe if the weather lightened up a bit and stopped being such a Mangy Crow, my skin wouldn't be in danger of falling off in a most excruciating manner due to overzealous scrubbing.
Or maybe everyone should just stop releasing greenhouse gases.
In other words, down with the cows!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Meet Me By The Water
Please don't leave me standing
With my heart in my hand
I can't last here
I'm breaking down,
And no on understands why I got here
But I knew from the very first moment
That I met you
You'd be the one
Would you meet me by the water tonight
Would you please fall asleep
Holding my hand
'Cause I've got everything in store for you, baby
If you'll be my man
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I Think
Twenty four is a really strange number for the total number of hours in a day.
75 would be much better.
75 would be much better.
Monday, May 21, 2007
You Know You're Stressed When
You are suddenly addicted to the smell of sesame oil. Well I suppose I could look at it more positively because there are worse things I could be addicted to. Like the smell of toilet cleaners or something. Actually some of them do smell quite good
I swear May's disappeared down the loo. I am greatly saddened.
The Mother's disappeared off to Bangkok again and as usual, I am between 'Close the Windows' and 'Take Out The Trash' on my sister's to-do list.
I feel so loved.
Oh well, back to Duchess-ing.
I swear May's disappeared down the loo. I am greatly saddened.
The Mother's disappeared off to Bangkok again and as usual, I am between 'Close the Windows' and 'Take Out The Trash' on my sister's to-do list.
I feel so loved.
Oh well, back to Duchess-ing.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Marry Me Michael Buble!
The responsible side of me knows that I should finish some of my homework that is glaring at me balefully from my desk before I trunddle off for camp tomorrow.
But,
Call Me Irresponsible. =D
But,
Call Me Irresponsible. =D
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Call Me Irrepsonsible
I don't care if anyone says he's only for aunties, I'm absolutely in love with Michael Buble!
:D
:D
Saturday, May 12, 2007
12.45am
5 o' clock and a fire escape symphony,
Spilling out across the road and the square,
And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?
Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves, reach you, there?
After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me, calling out,
Again and again.
Good Morning, Midnight.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Wednesday Mornings (No School)
This may come across as slightly (you think?!) evil but I am proud to announce that while everyone else was suffering through math/gp, I was revelling in my two days of MC, guzzling half-boiled eggs and toast and watching Beauty And The Geek.
No, you read correctly, really!
Beauty And The Geek. (In pink for added effect)
Minus about a thousand points for lack of originality and about another million for massacring one of my favourite Disney cartoons.
That aside, I was still watching the show (heh) so well.
Apparently it's some reality tv series. The name in itself is a tell-all so no need for further elaboration. Anyway, it was the final round and the couple most in sync with each other would win a quarter of a million. Meaning that the girls would leave the room and the guys will be asked some personal questions and upon their return, the girls would be posed the same questions and asked to answer in a way that they thought the guys answered and vice versa.
What struck me was that the guys answered most of the question correctly and the girls answered most of them wrongly.
This just proves my theory that girls talk too much about their feelings and guys don't talk about them at all.
Whatever happened to healthy communication!
No, you read correctly, really!
Beauty And The Geek. (In pink for added effect)
Minus about a thousand points for lack of originality and about another million for massacring one of my favourite Disney cartoons.
That aside, I was still watching the show (heh) so well.
Apparently it's some reality tv series. The name in itself is a tell-all so no need for further elaboration. Anyway, it was the final round and the couple most in sync with each other would win a quarter of a million. Meaning that the girls would leave the room and the guys will be asked some personal questions and upon their return, the girls would be posed the same questions and asked to answer in a way that they thought the guys answered and vice versa.
What struck me was that the guys answered most of the question correctly and the girls answered most of them wrongly.
This just proves my theory that girls talk too much about their feelings and guys don't talk about them at all.
Whatever happened to healthy communication!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Weird Al Yankovic - Melanie
Okay, I couldn't resist! =D
HAHA.
Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet Me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
She lived across the street on the fifteenth floor of the Gilmore building
I saw her in the shower reaching for some soap
I knew she had to be the girl for me
And to think I probably never would have found her
If I hadn't bought that telescope
Oh, Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet Me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
I just can't understand it
Why won't you return my phone calls
Are you still mad I gave a Mohawk to your cat
If you'd just say the word
I'm certain that our love would last forever and ever
Or are you too dumb to realize that
Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet Me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
How can you ignore me when you know that I can't live without you
I have to go through your garbage just to learn more about you
Melanie, ooh
Oh sweet Me-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
You weren't impressed when I tattooed your name across my forehead
You wouldn't listen when I promised to be true
I couldn't stand it so I jumped out from the sixteenth story window
Right above you
Now I may be dead but I still love you
Me-he-he-helanie
What can the problem be
Sweet Me-he-he-he-helanie
Why won't you go out with me
HAHA.
37 minutes to midnight
Melanie
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
There are many famous people named Melanie, such as:
- Melanie Safka, an American songwriter (usually known simply as Melanie), best known for her 1970 hit "Lay Down (Candles in the Rain)" and 1971 chart-topper "Brand New Key"
- Melanie Griffith, an American actress
- Melanie Thornto, singer (former singer of La Bouche )
- Melanie Brown, a Spice Girl
- Melanie Chisholm, a Spice Girl
- Melanie Johnson, a British politician
- Melanie Turgeon, a Canadian skiier
- Melanie Wilkes, a fictional character from the 1936 book Gone with the Wind and the 1939 film of the same name.
- Melanie Martinez, a television and stage actress
[edit] Other uses
Pronounced MEL-a-nee (English), ME-lah-nee (German)
This was the name of a Roman saint who gave all her wealth to charity in the 5th century.
In 2005, the name Melanie was ranked #92
- Mélanie is an album by Céline Dion
- Melanie is also the name of a French rocket engine
- Melanie is also the name of a song by Toto
- Melanie is also the name of a song by "Weird Al" Yankovic
- Melanie means "dark one".
- Melanie is a song on Guster's album Goldfly
The things i do to avoid doing my math homework.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Of Towels and Valentine's Days
Must do History essay.
Bimin says that roses wrapped in brown paper with a single ribbon are the most beautiful. I have to say I agree. Although I largely think that flowers are impractical gifts (what other gifts die after a few days? Even pet hamsters take longer to expire, surely) white roses in brown paper with a single white ribbon are a Different Story.
My brother-in-law, in other words the lucky man who married my sister, starts whining every December or so that he has to start planning Valentine's Day because he has No Idea What To Do. While December may seem a long way from February (which is when Valentine's Day is for the blissfully unenlightened) and he seems to have a pretty good headstart, every time February comes knocking he still has no idea what to do.
Maybe this has partly to do with the fact that despite having the title of a married man, he is still pretty much a guy at heart and is pretty inept at planning anything except a soccer party (which doesn't take much really.. just the tv and long cherished fantasies of magically morphing into Beckham or any other soccerball-kicking-gizmo of your choice). But largely, it's because everwhere is so darned crowded that you can't even do anything remotely crazy and interesting, like boogie at the Bugis Fountain for example, without knocking into couples half your age and double your age.
I offered him a solution. Everyone should have their own designated Valentine's Day! Feb 14, in my opinion, is far too.. public (for lack of a better word). Wouldn't it be nice if you could choose which day your own Valentine's Day fell on? He didn't quite buy it though. ):
I'm currently wondering if people iron their towels.
Bimin says that roses wrapped in brown paper with a single ribbon are the most beautiful. I have to say I agree. Although I largely think that flowers are impractical gifts (what other gifts die after a few days? Even pet hamsters take longer to expire, surely) white roses in brown paper with a single white ribbon are a Different Story.
My brother-in-law, in other words the lucky man who married my sister, starts whining every December or so that he has to start planning Valentine's Day because he has No Idea What To Do. While December may seem a long way from February (which is when Valentine's Day is for the blissfully unenlightened) and he seems to have a pretty good headstart, every time February comes knocking he still has no idea what to do.
Maybe this has partly to do with the fact that despite having the title of a married man, he is still pretty much a guy at heart and is pretty inept at planning anything except a soccer party (which doesn't take much really.. just the tv and long cherished fantasies of magically morphing into Beckham or any other soccerball-kicking-gizmo of your choice). But largely, it's because everwhere is so darned crowded that you can't even do anything remotely crazy and interesting, like boogie at the Bugis Fountain for example, without knocking into couples half your age and double your age.
I offered him a solution. Everyone should have their own designated Valentine's Day! Feb 14, in my opinion, is far too.. public (for lack of a better word). Wouldn't it be nice if you could choose which day your own Valentine's Day fell on? He didn't quite buy it though. ):
I'm currently wondering if people iron their towels.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The Adventures of Fat Hen
If, I ever find myself out of work next time, I could be a children's book writer.
Like a Demented Beatrix Potter of sorts, with some really twisted moral at the end.
Parents will love me, i'm sure.
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