Vagabond

I'm gonna do a rape and fill up my music library with Glee, Inara George, (500)DOS.

WHY IS IT THAT EVERYONE I LIKE TRURNS OUT TO BE SOMEONE IN AVATAR!? First Dev Patel, and now Dante Basco as Prince Zuko wth!? Anyways.

Party In The Cathleen's shack yesterday was smachin. The food (or abundance of) was pure sex. Slept over (or rather, stayed awake and harrassed Gloria with Cathleen as she sleeps. Went to Vanessa's and had a surprise! party for Nat! AND WE WATCHED LEAD THE WAY! Or Take the Lead actually. Whatever! Was good!

I'm freaking bloated it's scary. And also, constipated. Migawsh I feel like I might explode.

SPONGEBOB QUOTES!

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Remember to draw a rainbow between your hands whenever you say "Imaginaaaaaaation."

When visiting friends, remember: You can use the front door just as easily as you can use the toilet bowl.

Inflatable pants you might as well skip—if you want to fly, all you need is friendship!

When writing an essay, as your ideas grow, your pencil shrinks!

It's not just blowing bubbles, it's making BUBBLE ART.

If someone you know appears in your friend's thought bubble, say, "Hi."

You know what they say: The only people who don't like a Krabby Patty have never tasted one.

Bullies are proof that society is riding down a violent road to nowhere, a road I like to call "Violence Road."

Being an artist is a heavy responsibility. Each work of art is like a child, and must be treated as such.

If your eyebrows grow three inches and get all squiggly, it's a sure sign you're scared out of your wits.

Life's like a bucket of wood shavings. Unless those wood shavings are in a pail. Then it's like a pail of wood shavings.

A sponge can absorb a butt-kicker's blows like he's made out of some sort of... spongy material.

Spray a little deodorizer on a heap of trash and you've got yourself an antiques sale!

When chasing down your prized jellyfish, remember to let out a tongue-waggin' high-pitched holler!

It's important to learn the difference between bad words and "sentence enhancers."

A Bubble Buddy is superior to a Stick Buddy or a Rock Buddy—or even a Sink Buddy.

A sea star will never tell you that you have bad breath--they don't have noses. A sea star WILL tell you that you're ugly, however.

Remember: You can do things the hard way or the easy way or the semi-easy/ medium-hard way.

Hugging someone and yelling, "We stink!" is pretty much guaranteed to totally confuse him. Unless he stinks too.

When a giant anchor crashes into your house, you may think it's the sky having a baby, but really it's just a giant anchor.

Having pride in your work is nothing to be ashamed of -- its the only thing that makes it all worthwhile... besides jellyfishing.

Cor Blimey!

Gave DDRS a nice wash! And used the lovelylovely Floral Fantasy softener (which gives me brainhighs everytime I sniff it) on him. Can't wait for him to dry out so I can smell him to sleep everynight. On the other hand, okay no, both hands, reek of bleach.

STEAMBOATZ!

Watched a little of Twilight just now but gave up, because it was just so damn stupid. The sountrack in the beginning was slightly promising, and then Bella came out and ruined everything. Her badacting gave me chillywillies. Then random screenplays with stereotypical Asian kids and a very nasty Jacob Black with bad hair day followed by wannabe Indieness. It was painful, but when Rpat started, ALL WAS GOOD.

I mean honestly! This is the first movie I've watched and mistook for a parody! Especially teh Biology class scene where he acted like Bella had BO. IT WAS TOO PRECIOUS. I love Rpat, and I'm not even being sarcastic. It's like he knows Edward's a douchy mangina, and is mocking him on purpose. I love you Rpat, appear on my underwear now. Speaking of which, is the Edward underwear scary or not. Sorry girls but Edward Cullen printed underwears, contrary to what you might believe, does not absorb blood any better than your regular Kotex, despite the whole Vampire sucking blood thing on. Just thought you might wanna know. Robert Pattinson!

Read on the news about this scary family in Singapore. The kid came down with H1N1 and the parents, afeard that they might catch it, actually MOVED OUT. They didn't even bother, or dare, to leave sustenance for the poor kid. So the girl had to cook for herself. She was freaking FIFTEEN, and deathly ILL. WHAT kind of parents, tell me? Let's see you get dumped somewhere when you get all old and troublesome. )-:

Going Back to the Corner

Almost always, I fail to sustain private blogs. Because.

Okay firstly I'm extremely audience-oriented. Meaning if no one is around to appreciate my shit I give up because it just seems pretty pointless. This is however a direct conflict with the motive of setting up private blogs, of course. I'M SO STRANGE.

The OTHER reason would be how I just prefer directly confronting, getting over with, and forgetting shitzams that have upsetting effects on me. I mean, what's with all the dwelling and shit? Not wallowing in all your past hurts doesn't make you shallow, or in denial (we'll come to that later). It just makes you.. well, intelligent.

BECAUSE THERE IS NO POINT. And I don't see a point in doing pointless things unless they are pointless things that make me happy in which case it would not be entirely pointless as I AM benefitting although on the surface it appears to be useless GOD. I need to stop. digressing. right.

I know some are frightened how easily I shake things off, regardless of the magnitude. It's as if I am invulnerable to emotional attacks. Well.. yeah in a way. Being human, it does hurt, but I tend to escape from the after effects easily. Which is why I have little patience for people who just can't seem to get on with life. Probably cause I don't understand why they don't just.. idk, get over it? Though I understand I am the freak of nature here, so I try not to mind so much.

What I am trying to say is.. FRIENDS. I am FINE. I don't put on a strong front or whatever. Just accept the fact that I am extraordinarily blessed by God to be inhumane in the face of crisis. AND I have no idea what sparked of this very off tangent rant.

So what have I been doing as of late.

Baking at Vanessa's (and of course the crazy insane amount of Camwhoring).

Waking up in the afternoon, watching You're Beautiful till midnight.

Clubbing. Ok not really but.. I TOTALLY WOULD if I weren't so bloody lazy.

Chillz @ Shermz' tomorrow, followed by Christmas Party @ Cat's and then.. AND THEN. YES.

Yesterday night in a fit of insomnia I created male counterparts of the Drama Class.

Gerald (Gerry)
Xinyong (Xinyi)
Kim Chi (Sushi)
Weiqiang (WQ)
King Kong (Gorilla)
Raymond (Rei-En)
Sherman (Shermi)
Sherbert (Shereen)
Calveen (Cathleen)
Venson (Vanessa)
Harold (Heidi)
Larry (Lorraine)
Nicholas (Nicole)
Jordan (Cel Jordanne)
Beckham (Becky)

And next we're gonna pair them up with the female version. Some other time.

ZOMG YKNW THE PREVIOUS POST I HAD ABOUT THE DISTURBING SCAB PICKING DUDE ON THE BUS?

Yes, so my germaphobia has been on overdrive the past few days, engendering irrational paranoia in me whenever I'm in public (WHICH DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, my home is prolly alot germier. I guess I'm just phobic of alien germs.) The library is a torture, and I finished up my bottle of sanitizer just standing around. I couldn't even bring myself to touch the books properly AND MY LLAMA the chairs were like a breeding bed of microbes.

On my way to church, this fat man with pigmented skin and glistening globules of bodily excretion adorning his gelacious frame kept RUBBING HIS BLOODY FACE. Like, yknw, the palm rub up and down his entire face thing. The most horrifying part was how when skin made contact with skin, there was this TERRIFYING, RIBALD, NAUSEATING, HORRIFIC SOUND. The sound you here when you rub sandpaper on gravel.

In an instant, an invisible explosion of what I would call Dead Face Flakes was discharged into the air. No that is too mild a term. INVADED. ERUPTED. PERVADED. HE DID IT EVERY TWENTY SECONDS. Honest to goodness! I counted between rubs. And whenever he did it I would involuntarily stifle my inhalation, BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO SUCK IN HIS FLAKES. It was disconcerting, I swear, public transport can make me feel so disturbed and raped.

PIG-RABBIT !

I WANT THIS!



I don't usually splurge on things (except food), and this Pig Rabbit replica from You're Beautiful is a whoppingmelon SEVENTY BUCKS in Korea. There should be cheaper alternatives but the postage fee itself would be scarily scary.


STILL, COME AWN. It's a PIG RABBIT, how adorable is that!



And perhaps the most attractive feature of all... It's DIYed by Hwang Tae Kyung! Possibly the sexiest male alive!



Really. I'm gna get this.

Boys lemme see you hit that

Tonight I resolve to sleep by 10.30 pm. Furrealzx. Life can be dreary. Ah no matter. I'll rest at home today to recharge for a the next few days out. NOW what do I do.

FATZ.

Oh God Oh Man!

Battle of bodily conditions! Sleepy but damnmother hungry. So am waiting for dad to get home and cook me instantnoods. BUT I'M SLEEPY DAMMIT. BUT I'M HUNGRY AS HELL. HUNGRIER THAN I AM SLEEPY. In fact, I CAN EAT MY SLEEP THIS VERY MOMENT. Oh, and yes. I get incoherent when sleepy and insane when hungry. The combination is evident from above. OHHELL!

I Want Your Psycho

Slacking at Shermi's, wasting the lazy days away. What an awesome life, no? After a heavy dinner, Shereen Rei-En Sherms and I went to quack around the playground. Old school catching, then Hide N Seek. It was the most fun I've had since after Os, really. Well, besides Taupoking and crazyass Pillowfights, of course.

Which leads me to thinking, why is it that despite being near seventeen, most of us derive the purest joy out of the simplest of activites. I mean, YES Wii is awesome, and yeah dressing up can be pretty happy. But SPOUNTANEOUS, RANDOM, CHILDREN GAMES STILL PWN ALL. Idk if it applies for everyone. Maybe most teenagers prefer to be lounging in their bikinis watching gossip girl, but really. Us people just love to play. And frisk about.

AND YES. I was a pretty fail catcher. But an excellent Hider. Would anyone please notice how for every Hide and Seek game I WAS LAST TO BE FOUND? Hmm? But CATCHING was my pitfall. UNTIL I conspired with the Ben lookalike of course. I swear that kid is damn cute and nice, like how ben would have been before he sold his soul to eternal bitchiness.

I was all, Help me can! You ask that jiejie questions then I run over and catch her ok! And he was like, No no! I teach you! You run this way, and I go over there to corner her! And we were like OK ON! THAT WAS HOW I CAUGHT SHEREEN! Kids are awesome. Sometimes I wish I were pregs, but of course without the sexing bits and the whole ZOMG YOU ARE A TEEN MOM bit. MARRIAGE PLEASE OCCUR NOW, so I can produce a child and then file for a divorce.

My maternal instincts at this very moment terrify me. Well, not as much as how Shermi's paedophilic tendencies do. I mean, she was like GROPING this wee toddler and totally kidnapping him by snatching him up and sliding down the slide with him. FREAKY MUCH. Poor scarred baby.

HUNGRY. OMNOMNOM.

PS: Am I the only one who would edit my posts after spotting a grammatical error. BECAUSE IF I AM, EVERYONE SHOULD START DOING SO.
PS: OR, the only one who would bother to edit YET AGAIN if she forgot to italize stuff?

Rejuvenation, (Also, I hate thinking up Titles)

So I was reading through my archives when it struck me how frequent and devoted a post-er I used to be.

Oh wait, Hi-5 on now. GOSH I can't tell you how much I dislike the new cast. They are like.. alien imposters. I hate everything New Gen, which is a clear indication that I'm Too Old. Also, why do they not dispose of Jub Jub, possibly the most annoying Unidentifiable Purple Octopus Alien thing EVER. I mean, what IS his shit about stealing stuff all the time. I hate how no one notices his kleptomanic and homosexual undertones.

I love how my digressions take on an alien lifeform of it's on and morph into little paragraphs of epiphanic rants. I also love how I'm using alien as an adjective to describe just about everything.

SO. Honestly I've been totally dragged off my initial intention for posting, but I shall try a reversion. RIGHT so what I'm tryna say is that ZOMG I AM SCARED OUT OF MY WITS. Am I actually GROWING. OUT. OF. BLOGGING? I mean.. that's just scary! I've been on it since 06. Which is practically my entire Sexondary School life!

Does this mean that on entering JC/Poly/ITE, my entire world of Blogginginess will collapse like 911 meet Saddam Hussein? (Or was it Osama, I can never tell the two apart. Don't try to act elitist ok I bet half the world has the inability to differentiate the two. Turban, Beards and Terrorism, GOT DIFF MEH. OH WAIT. They are brothers right? Which one is the one who died? ARGH. Mas Selamat.)

I cannot allow for that even to take place, therefore This Post shall mark the milestone for an influx of major postage once again. Pinky promise. OH, OH FINE. It's really just an excuse for me to actually HAVE SOME FORM OF ACTIVITY in this very, very tedious and aimless Holiday I am having right now. I mean, I'm supposed to have pasta at Shermi's now, but instead I'm committed to cleaning out my closet.

Which I will. Now. Nownownow.

I miss my ability to actually Stick To The Topic.

It's Been Awhile, I Know.

What a week it has been.

One moment I'm thrown into the hectic rush of crowds, Prom, Camp, Graduation, Sports Day (which, of course I missed entirely, having only awaken after it was over), and then wham-bam, everyone's gone off somewhere in Albania or Nepal or whatnot and here I am at home, one part of me screaming for release from boredom, the other weeping with relief that I can truly abandom the lifestyle of a vampire and actually acquire some form of bodily rest.

Which I have not been getting since the end of O Levels. Ironic, I know.

As postworthy as the activities were, I've kinda lost that recounting urge, so I'll just leave it as that. Whatever has happened left me feeling:

1) Grateful. For.. everything.

2) SAPPYWEEPYCLINGY. It doesn't hit you like some manic tsunami. It seeps in like ratpoison to your sanity. The fact that it's over and we're not gonna be (ever) wandering around barefoot, dancing around trees in the SN compound, eating cheese toast. It sends achy achy lightnight bolts up my gut.

3) Drained. IneedsleepIneedsleepIneedsleep though that has almost been all I'm doing the past few days. Ok not really, but HEY, I haven't been home for what, a week before Prom, wandering around like some frightful vampire nomad.

4) Purposeless. Because it's like giving birth. For nine months you harbour a life in you, the only goal you have it to protect and deliver your baby. So when it's out, what do you do? Same diff.

5) Which leads us to.. HOLINESS. Yes, Encounter did wonders and I know have a purpose in life! Which is to annoy the hell outta Xinyi with my new found God Lovingness! Kidding. But yes, true, about the whole God Loving bit.

Friends. We need to rally together and be humane again! Let's do MENSA. Group study sessions again.