Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
When All Other Words Fail You, Say Ngeh
Literature
History
Maths
almooosst there.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Some Random Title
The dreaded Common Tests are soon to be descending upon our mortal heads in an everlasting quest for truth, knowledge and despair.
And for some twisted, sick and frankly, quite perverse reason, I am Rather Excited.
Cheerios (:
And for some twisted, sick and frankly, quite perverse reason, I am Rather Excited.
Cheerios (:
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Possibly The Most Awesome Quote
"Clean hair; clean body; clean mind; clean life. You could become famous at any moment and your whole personal history could be unearthed. And then what would they find? Turn on the shower"
--Shampoo Planet: Shampoo Planet, Douglas Coupland
Piercings, Among Other Things
I've been contemplating getting a second earhole. Or maybe even a third one.
But after much persuasion from myself, I've decided that I will just stick to old conventions. Afterall, me getting multiple piercings is akin to Mrs Tan (the old mgs librarian whose mantra is that "Oei you girl! Chairs have four legs you know") getting a tattoo somewhere unmentionable. And while some might find this quite hard to believe, i don't quite relish the thought of having piercings in my mouth. In fact, I quite like drinking my water without it having tendencies to spurt out continually.
On a sidenote, I've always wondered why glares are classified as 'piercing'. At first I thought it'd be quite cool to literally pierce holes with a glare, but on hindsight I realized that if this was really the case then I'd have pieces falling out of me all the time (sort of like leoprasy-ish) considering how often my mother glares at me. Piercingly, too.
So I suppose that after this whole hullabaloo, I will creep sorrowfully back to my table with my non-existent tail between my hindlegs in a show of utmost woe and GO BACK TO BEING THE MUGGER I AM SUPPOSE TO BE.
And blissfully contemplate the day when multiple piercings will become the norm and I, with my boring two holes, will be elevated to Cool-Status.
I think it's ridiculous when people type out their actions but I am going to do it anyway: Laughs Evilly.
But after much persuasion from myself, I've decided that I will just stick to old conventions. Afterall, me getting multiple piercings is akin to Mrs Tan (the old mgs librarian whose mantra is that "Oei you girl! Chairs have four legs you know") getting a tattoo somewhere unmentionable. And while some might find this quite hard to believe, i don't quite relish the thought of having piercings in my mouth. In fact, I quite like drinking my water without it having tendencies to spurt out continually.
On a sidenote, I've always wondered why glares are classified as 'piercing'. At first I thought it'd be quite cool to literally pierce holes with a glare, but on hindsight I realized that if this was really the case then I'd have pieces falling out of me all the time (sort of like leoprasy-ish) considering how often my mother glares at me. Piercingly, too.
So I suppose that after this whole hullabaloo, I will creep sorrowfully back to my table with my non-existent tail between my hindlegs in a show of utmost woe and GO BACK TO BEING THE MUGGER I AM SUPPOSE TO BE.
And blissfully contemplate the day when multiple piercings will become the norm and I, with my boring two holes, will be elevated to Cool-Status.
I think it's ridiculous when people type out their actions but I am going to do it anyway: Laughs Evilly.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Toothpaste Woes
My sister comes home tomorrow and the toothpaste will be hence forth squeezed from the centre again.
The days of peace are over.
You know, I really should make those embarassing winnie-the-pooh toothpaste dispensers compulsory.
The days of peace are over.
You know, I really should make those embarassing winnie-the-pooh toothpaste dispensers compulsory.
Monday, June 11, 2007
I know I will probably get scoffed at for saying this but,
I HAVE BLUE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK STARS ON MY CEILING!
They totally ponwz (how to spell?) the usual icky green ones.
I'm so happy =D
I HAVE BLUE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK STARS ON MY CEILING!
They totally ponwz (how to spell?) the usual icky green ones.
I'm so happy =D
Sunday, June 10, 2007
24
Happy Birthday Pigeon!
And so we trudged home after eating icecream at haagen-dazs (yet again) and popped the bubbly, eating barbequed chicken wings. All at 12 in the morning. Obviously our eating habits will not be smiled upon by Oprah who says you should not eat past 7pm.
Then again, as my sister's boyfriend aptly puts it, Oprah probably sleeps at 9pm. If I had that much money, I'd sleep early too in my King Coil mattress with bedsheets that have a thread count of one thousand or something
Is King Coil even a good brand of mattresses? Or is Seahorse better? I am baffled.
The birthday celebrations ended with a science experiment. One that investigated whether Mortine or Baygon was more effective in murdering lizards. Mortine, in my opinion, is cruel. The little blighter turned from a sickly beige, to a dark festering brown to red.
RIP, lizard. Your sacrifice has taught us all to only buy Baygon.
And so we trudged home after eating icecream at haagen-dazs (yet again) and popped the bubbly, eating barbequed chicken wings. All at 12 in the morning. Obviously our eating habits will not be smiled upon by Oprah who says you should not eat past 7pm.
Then again, as my sister's boyfriend aptly puts it, Oprah probably sleeps at 9pm. If I had that much money, I'd sleep early too in my King Coil mattress with bedsheets that have a thread count of one thousand or something
Is King Coil even a good brand of mattresses? Or is Seahorse better? I am baffled.
The birthday celebrations ended with a science experiment. One that investigated whether Mortine or Baygon was more effective in murdering lizards. Mortine, in my opinion, is cruel. The little blighter turned from a sickly beige, to a dark festering brown to red.
RIP, lizard. Your sacrifice has taught us all to only buy Baygon.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Drought, Pollution, Politics Spark Water Crisis | Newsweek: Project Green - MSNBC.com | 4 June 2007
The title is irrelevant. It just happened to catch my eye in the drop-down bar thing. Although I would have much to say about haze and how it positively ruins my nasal passages, I won't. Thinking about it make me sneeze already.
Watched Stepford Wives. Being the nice person that I am, I won't spoil it for anyone by leaking out plot tidbits, but chances are everyone's watched it already because I'm imposssibly slow when it comes to watching movies, so what the heck. In fact, I'll probably watch Shrek 3 next year or something, in the comfort of my own home. At least I know no one's been plastering the seats with dubious materials with origins that had best stay unknown.
Unless of course, you're Moonie and you happen to have a brother. Really Moonie, you should arm yourself with potent cleaning liquid everywhere you go. Then again, you aren't really as neurotic as I am. Just to let you know, I am not sorry at all for chasing you off my beanbag and scowling at you beautifully because you weren't clean. (:
Anyway, back to Stepford Wives. I think the underlying message, at least for me, is quite clear. Do not marry weak, small-minded men. They will be tremendously bothered if you're more successful than them. And then they will turn you into a robot that sparks electricity from the ears when faulty, and has a chest that grows at the touch of a button.
Oh, and that baking 5000 candy coloured muffins is a sign of abnormalcy.
On a sidenote, I can't help but be convinced that Feli is a secret Stepford Wife who cleans the house and bakes in poofy dresses and looks impossibly gorgeous while doing so.
With a dark hidden nature, of course. (:
Watched Stepford Wives. Being the nice person that I am, I won't spoil it for anyone by leaking out plot tidbits, but chances are everyone's watched it already because I'm imposssibly slow when it comes to watching movies, so what the heck. In fact, I'll probably watch Shrek 3 next year or something, in the comfort of my own home. At least I know no one's been plastering the seats with dubious materials with origins that had best stay unknown.
Unless of course, you're Moonie and you happen to have a brother. Really Moonie, you should arm yourself with potent cleaning liquid everywhere you go. Then again, you aren't really as neurotic as I am. Just to let you know, I am not sorry at all for chasing you off my beanbag and scowling at you beautifully because you weren't clean. (:
Anyway, back to Stepford Wives. I think the underlying message, at least for me, is quite clear. Do not marry weak, small-minded men. They will be tremendously bothered if you're more successful than them. And then they will turn you into a robot that sparks electricity from the ears when faulty, and has a chest that grows at the touch of a button.
Oh, and that baking 5000 candy coloured muffins is a sign of abnormalcy.
On a sidenote, I can't help but be convinced that Feli is a secret Stepford Wife who cleans the house and bakes in poofy dresses and looks impossibly gorgeous while doing so.
With a dark hidden nature, of course. (:
Friday, June 01, 2007
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