Thursday, November 29, 2007 10:58 PM
i think i got a sugar high this year.
im addicted to candy and all things sweet. chocolates and lollies and gummies. from the hard to the soft in texture to the different arrays of colours from a rainbow and even those of brown in chocolates. i cant get enough of sugar and every time i get them, i get stucked hard unto them like a lollipop that doesnt leave my mouth.
the fridge still has my huge lollipop about the size of my face. and my table messed up by sweets from gummy bears to chewy sweets. two packets of chupa chups full of lollies. ( somehow i doubt i'll get tired of sucking them finish) the chocolates, we just finished a whole bar.
its bad. this addiction for sweet nothings. HAHA. but i cant fight it. i think diabetes and me are going to be best friends if i dont start burning off the carbs on the treadmill and start my runs.
run amanda!
stop lazing on the bed with the book in your hand and the sweets popping in non-stop.
i need to get up early by dawn to run!
9:43 PM
29 november 2007Day two hundred and twenty nine.
my second trip through town. till now, i still couldnt tell the difference between orchard mrt and someset. the bearings of the city still confuse me. some say its pretty easy and obvious since the city was like a long stretch of road. no one said the road was long ( eventhough my legs could still carry me that far). still, we walked the whole stretch of road till we arrived at plaza singapore. my legs ached from yesterday's run and the long walk. he offered a piggyback, i declined. i was as heavy as he was. a massive 47kg of which i put on more on today's meal.
he dragged me along to suki sushi for lunch. he made my mouth water after all the praises he gave on the icecream puffs they had there. we went for the students buffet. i totally forgot i didnt have a blue students card for an id purpose since the last i left singapore for studies they confiscated mine ( and it had one of my best pictures taken in front of the camera in collar white) i had to fake my sisters one in front of them. they took it in. the student rates were pretty good. we ate more than we paid. like 54 dollars worth of sushi and not to mention loads of icecream puffs.
the black plates stacked up high above my head. he wasnt any taller yet it reached only chin high. the two yellow plates sat neatly on the table top with my green pea skins nicely staked on top of one another. the waiter cleared the first round before i could take any pictures. we went for the second. the icecream puffs came out on the conveyer belt. muddie almost screamed in delight when he saw the puffs. i got a shock. he took platefuls of it. one then two then he reached out again. we had three plates on the table. the next table saw us taking them and did the same. we were aiming for 80 since his friend broke the 80 record. no it should be 81. we settled for half of it. i did 17 while he did 23.
before i came back. i wanted to celebrate my birthday all over again. my last 17 birthday there wasnt very great. it ended with a small cake celebrated with my cousins of which a monotonous birthday song was sung. everyone was looking forward to the cake instead, i didnt. i just wanted my room then to hide my tears. birthday celebrations were different back home with my family and friends. this time, while im back im celebrating it again. 17 dec instead of the month of april. 17 friends, 17 cakes, 17 places and everythings else.
this time. i ate 17 icecream puffs to celebrate a belated birthday with a special friend. so that leaves me with 16 places, 16 friends and 16 other stuffs to do. HAHA.
Monday, November 26, 2007 5:11 PM
26th november 2007Day two hundred and twenty six.
thanks to all the pampering I've had since im back, i think i put on at least an extra kilo to my almost invisible abs on my tummy. now, im staring at a layer of lubber on my waist instead of the hot waist i was wanting to get by the end of my study term. silly me, thinking that i would achieve that dream to fit into a bikini soon enough. haha;D
i was supposed to shed fats when im back here not put it on. winter was over there in perth. i should be running instead of slacking around or shopping or seating around at cafes for a drink or two. but all of these are tempting me. i cant help it!even now in singapore, i seem to be doing the same stuffs. shopping, gaming, eating and more shopping. HAHA.
the cheap prices, the chilli and the warm weather ( which nearly caused me a heat stroke the day i went to sweep my grandad's grave) are all too good to be true. the variety of food in singapore's open foodcourts ( kopitiams and restaurants )unlike the western cusine you always see at perth'S. omg. i can drool right now.
my meepok, chilli crab, oyster omelette, hokkien mee, fried kway teow, tutu kueh, singapore's jap sushi... i dont know what else but i have been spoilt. even my tummy agrees.
stop spoiling me with chocolates and sweets ( gummy bears and jellybeans) haha! i got a huge lollipop in the fridge that my lips have not touched yet. its tempting yet my lips have not licked it once yet. the chocolates have been missing. the tiny sweets i brought back home from perth have been emptied into my cousin's stomach. HAHA. i guess im not the only sweet tooth in the house. there's another.
my weeks have been booked. my lunches all planned out with friends. only my dinners have not been booked yet i promised my mum that i'll have dinners home with her at least four times a week. homecooked food cant be there bad as compared to the one's ive had in perth. the same cooked food every week ( even charmaine and i could guess what's for dinner that night) it's great having mum's cooked food now, and sometimes grandmum ( she cooked my favourite mu choy ) when i especially requested for it.
i love home. IM LOVING MY STAY HERE!
Thursday, November 22, 2007 6:30 PM
22nd november 2007 Day two hundred and twenty two.
6 days have passed since i last landed back home. singapore that is. somehow, i dont even miss perth at all. weird but i kinda prefer it back here even with the hot and humid weather that doesnt agree with me. and yes, im sweating like no one's business. the humid weather seems to be drying me of any sweat and the problem is i havent got much left.
the welcome home was great. the arrival gate was flooded with friends and family members. who knew, my cousin was there to fetch me also ( and golly, you know how difficult it is to get him off his computer?) well im glad he came. it was touching to see the sight of everyone with open arms, ready to welcome me back. it was spectacular.
amist the hugs and kisses that i got from friends and family members, i received a huge lollipop from my aikido friends, a card and a perfume from my twin and bouquet from my sister. HAHA. it was awesome, though i havent really laid those lips of mine on my lollipop but i assume it would be nice. even my cousin is eyeing at it whenever he opens the fridge door open. HAHA. my sister agrees.
so now im back home and charmaine's getting all jealous because she's suffering back home in perth without me. home is fun i guess, other than the fact that my period had to come at such a great time just when i wanted to date my friends out. next week i guess. begone stupid period. of all the four months it had to come when it should, it didnt for the clear fact that i was stressed ( that contributed to my stupid outrageous pimple attack on my forehead). dammit, i need to cool off.
she has just another two more days till she's home. i can imagine. it was two days that i had to wait before i returned home also. two days, it passed fairly well for me. it should for you too. well till those two days, hang in there! i'll be there to fetch you at the airport when you land, there to give you a great big hug and there to share the same laughter with you!
come home soon girl! we all miss you loads!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007 9:18 PM
jokes for the day!
1. There are 3 Male and 1 Female pencils in a box. The Female pencil got pregnant ! Which Male pencil is responsible? THE ONE WITHOUT THE RUBBER.
2. Woman in bed with husband's best friend, phone rings! "YES".. OK, BYE". She turns to her lover and says, THAT'S MY HUBBY, SAYS HE'S NOW GOLFING WITH YOU.
3. Three Roosters: normal, retarded and a gay. Normal : cock-a-doodle-dooo !!! Retarded : doodle-cock-a-dooo !!! Gay : any-cock-will dooo !!!
4. Three Guys were introduced to a girl. Hi,.... I'm Peter, not a saint. I'm Paul not a POPE. I'm John not a Baptist... The girl replied.. Hi.. I'm Mary, not a VIRGIN.
5. Girlfriends are appetizers. Tastes good at any time.Mistresses are Tomyams..Hot and spicy. Eaten frequently. WIVES are Maggie. Eaten when there's nothing to eat.!!!
6. Income Tax office asked a Prostitute why she puts her occupation as CHICKEN FARMER. She replied: I RAISED 5,000 COCKS LAST YEAR.!!
7. Why do Indians talk non stop? Answer : Becoz they left their full stop on their forehead.
Monday, November 12, 2007 4:11 PM
12 november 2007Day two hundred and twelve.
five more days till im back. i started out with almost two hundred over days when i arrived on the 14th of april. i cant imagine it took me almost seven months here to arrive at days and not months before my return. 14th of april -17th of november. it took me so long just to arrive home.
mum, im coming soon soon!after all these months ive been here, im finally coming home!and next year, it wont be so bad since i have you guys with me. i wont have to suffer along with my sister in this household anymore. five more days and im out. another two weeks or even less than that, my sister's coming home to us as well. everything will go back to the same way as it was before. they wont have to do extra washing for our load. dinner meals will just have the five of them. everyone would get back their sitting arrangement. that stupid internet sign can finally be discarded and the rooms all neat and tidy before any of us came to intrude into your lives.
come next year, we'll have our own home, if not a rented place, i wont have to stay with them or even see them except for the occasional chinese new year gatherings. i wont have to tolerate their nonsence no more. i dont have to put up with the crazy weird things that they made me do while i was here. i dont have to turn all skeptical over what i do next for fear of getting a 'talk' by the adults or even a scolding from he kids. it'll just be the three of us next year before charmaine arrives in feb. although small, i prefer it that way.
4:05 PM
why spore' banned chewing gum;A Singaporean was on holiday in Malaysia. He was having his coffee, croissants, bread, butter & jam at the hotel's coffee house. A Malaysian man who was chewing gum, sat down next to him & started a casual conversation.
Malaysian : 'You Singaporeans eat the whole bread?'
Singaporean : 'Of course.'
Malaysian : 'We don't. In Malaysia , we only eat what's inside.The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants & sell them across to Singapore .
'The Malaysian then had a smirk on his face while the Singaporean listened in silence.
Malaysian : 'Do you eat the jam with the bread?'
Singaporean : 'Of course.'
Malaysian (chuckling): 'We don't. In Malaysia , we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds & other left-overs in a container, recycle them, transform them into jam, before we sell it across to Singapore .'
This time, the Singaporean retorted : 'Do you have sex in Malaysia ?'
Malaysian : 'Why, of course we do'
Singaporean : 'Do you wear protection'
Malaysian : 'Of course! We wear condoms.'
Singaporean : 'And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?'
Malaysian : 'Stupid question ! Of course we throw them away.'
Singaporean : 'We don't. In Singapore , the government secretly puts them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into chewing gum & sell them across to Malaysia ,... & that's the real reason why we banned chewing gum in Singapore .'
i think i found myself in disfavour of chewing gums already. im thinking the sweet flavoured ones are the type of condoms that have that fruity taste on. ewww, imagine the condoms with the straberry taste on it being recycled and made into your own strawberry flavoured chewing gum. what about peppermint types? gosh! those condoms who taste er HOT?
Thursday, November 08, 2007 2:40 PM
8th november 2007Day two hundred and eight.
ive walked too many roads in these years of my life only to lose the will to walk this one. the road ive taken was a road i shouldnt have stepped on in the first place, a road so hard to trek on. my sandals have torn. the rough terrain have left me with deep cuts. the bruises ive had from the times ive fallen on this path has left me with scars so obvious that i cant conceal under the mask i wear.
i play the game of life and death with no one but myself. the dice is biased. there are more death call cards than lives. i cant change it even though im the maker of my game. i dont seem to be losing yet i barely escape my enemy alive to tell of my story. a cat has nine lives. i dont know how many i have left in this game. all i know is that i have had two of my lives taken away. they tell me not to think of it anymore yet i keep having the urge to play the game. soon enough, i might lose and the board with all its contents and dice would disappear along with my lost memory.
somehow all my close encounters with death has all been with buses. theres something wrong with my affiliation with buses or public transport. but dying from a bus crash accident isnt the best way to die i presume. i wouldnt want to trade my life for a news report on a bus accident and have my cross buried near the site i lost my life in that accident. i imagine myself dying in a more dignified manner. one that involves sleep. i rather let go of my last breath knowing that i have lived my life to the fullest and leave thsi world knowing its my time. that is, to die without regrets. i dont have much lives left to play this game of life and death anymore. the die might just betray me and roll on a faceup with death marked on it. i might not to as lucky to escape and cheat death then.
it just missed me by an inch as i stepped across to the other side of the road. the die almost rolled onto death but it landed on the edge of life. the guy who crossed the road with me was still shaking as he crossed over to the other side. the bus just missed him and he thought it did me in. i was behind him then. he got so worried till he saw me safe on the other side. someone prayed, that i might live for the next few moments, that i might escape this once. the sun shone when everywhere else the skies were concealed by grey clouds.
i wont have to play this game of life and death anymore. things would change when i get back. the year of 2008 would see a much better light for me. i wont have to trade my life for anything else. things that ive lost during this past year, i'll find them soon after searching for all so long, i'll soon find them. i wont have to bury my head in my arms and cry myself to sleep like i did when i gave up searching and finding because it was too hard then. the biased dice, ive throw it into the bin along with the game board and all. im changing my life for no one else but me.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007 10:38 PM
The Silent TreatmentA man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment.
Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, 'Please wake me at 5:00 AM ' He left it where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, 'It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.'
Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.
WIFE VS. HUSBANDA couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?' 'Yep,' the wife replied , 'in-laws
WOMEN'S REVENGE 'Cash, check or charge?' I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. 'So, do you always carry your TV remote?' I asked.'No,' she replied, ' but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.'
UNDERSTANDING WOMEN (A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.
W O R D SA husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, 'The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, 'What?'
CREATIONA man said t o his wife one day, 'I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.' The wife responded, 'Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!
WHO DOES WHATA man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, 'You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee.' The husband said, ' You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.' Wife replies, 'No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee.' Husband replies, 'I can't believe that, show me.' So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says..........'HEBREWS'
God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.
Monday, November 05, 2007 9:44 PM
5th november 2007Day two hundred and five.
she had to yell my name out loud so that the whole household could hear her. it wasnt so much the fact that i couldnt hear her, it was loud enough. even my sister had a shock when she heard my name being called out. it was rather the fact that no one has ever shouted my name out loud since 7 months ago.
the last i heard someone shout my name was back home in singapore. and that person was my mum, chasing me off to bathe since it was getting dark. other than that, she has never raised her voice on me. the last she did that was when i was very young and needed to be taught a lesson. a lesson of which i kinda forgot already. the second person to raise her voice at me had to be her. of all people, it had to be her.
she yelled at me over something that obviously wasnt my fault to begin with. she couldnt find anyone to blame just then since everyone else was in their rooms. i was in mine. just that i made a big mistake. i left the room door ajar. she saw me lying on the bed and thats when i got it.
how could she have blamed it on me? the last she already did was 6 months ago, when i had just arrived in my first month. i didnt know how things were yet, so she gave me a 'good' talk when she didnt see things right. and this time, it was over the same thing. the toilet seat cover. how could she have thought that i would have forgotten about it since her last scolding 6 months ago? i never did. i left it up as always. i didnt even visit the loo just then, how could i have left it down then? she didnt even inquire and had to pick on someone easy, me.
i felt injustice done to me. i started to question my sister if she had went to the toilet just then. she did but she said the seat was already down when she went so she left it be. now so it wasnt anyone of us, and ive already told you yet you didnt even apologise for your outburst just then. instead, you stomped off to your bedroom and screamed for selina to lift the cover up instead. you weren't satisfied since she shouted back vulgarities at you for making her do it and blaming it on her also. you scolded her back in words even my own mum would not approve of.
she had to blame it on me again for the toilet seat. she gave the reasoning that when the seat was down and if you flushed, the water marks would be left on the seat itself and this makes it hard to clean off later. i gave up trying to put the seat down and later lift it up after i was done. i pee with the seat up even though the cold hard metal sides were cold enough to freeze my bum, i didnt dare to lift the seat down.
it was funny how my mum can be so well mannered in her words and yet you werent. she never used vulgarities on any one of her own children, yet you used it on your own grandkids. my mum would not tolerate such nonsense if you spoke such obscene words in her face, she wont spare your face. ive got hit a few times for having talked back. a lesson of which ive learnt to not to commit again. yet, somehow things were different for your case. you use the same set of words that your grandkids use on you and you meant it.
7 months here and yet, nothing of this household can compare to the one i have back home. not one little detail of this house can match up to 17 years of love in my home. the atmosphere was different. the upbringing, the words exchanged and the respect given was so vast in their difference between these two households. you place both of them beside each other to compare them, yet you cant since one obviously stands out better than the other. and that is my home.
theres something lacking in your household. it wasnt so much of love since you obviously will have it from your parents. i cant say much for upbringing since it depends largely on how your parents view your upbringing. like a conservative household will uphold the upbringing of being conservative in nature. it was more of the respect given.
no one respects anyone in this household. not one gives the other the respect based on your status or age. no one cares what you are here. being the senior here doesnt give you the respect as one. neither does being the parent seem to earn you any respect from your kids. this household lacks respect of which my mum has groomed in each and everyone of her children on the value of respect.
shocked? i was when i first arrived and still am till today. i can never imagine a kid shouting back the same set of vulgarities that a parent would shout at a child. i didnt have to imagine, i saw, heard and experienced it. it wasnt done unto me by the adults but by the children themselves/. so you think youre cousins and that youre a guest in this household, well clearly youre not in their eyes. that treat you with the same direspect as they do to their parents.
i hear these words almost every single day. words that even my mum wouldnt approve of us saying in their own household. words that might get myself a tight slap across my cheek again. words exchanged between father and daughter. grandma and daughter. son and mother. son and us. we were innocent in this warfare but yet innocent parties often get hurt in a crossfire.
i have never approved myself to say such words either yet it becomes so common to say it out to vent out your anger. ive said my own share a couple of times but not to people around me. i say it to vent my anger on things i dont see fit. i try not to but yet it becomes so common when you hear it everyday.
she tells me she hates her family. i can understand why. her father beats her up. their exchange harsh words in their crossfire and she usually gets hurt in the aftermath. she ends up crying in her room and he leaves it be. she has no respect for anyone in this household. she shouts and screams at whoever she wants and whenever she sees fit. her mum gets it all in her rage yet she keeps silent and says nothing to correct her daughter misbehavior. the parents dont teach, one keeps mum about it, the other beats her up and the old one screams vulgarities when she gets one fired at her. theres nothing right about this household.
i dont see this household as a place to raise children. its not built on the foundations of respect, love and trust. everything seems to be balanced out on a rocky cliff of disrespect, ignorance and selfishness. i cant stand it when their values come into conflict with what my mum and dad has brought out in me. i try to keep mum about it yet my sister also seems to agree with me. i was taught to love others and show respect to the elders yet i dont see this here in this household. you cant call it a home. it wasnt one in the first place.
theres something wrong with everyone here. they blame each other for things that go wrong. they shout and curse to applease their anger. theres only one who doesnt do that yet she has wrong values. every night that i slept here isnt spared by any of their warfare. every single day and you hear someone blaming and cursing another. we both hate to return home early from school. we both didnt want to have to deal with their nonsense. we try to stay out after school and wait for one another, at least it gave us comfort to have the other. but now when schools out for both of us, it seems impossible to do that now.
the father's unstable. he shouts and curses when he sees fit. he beats up his children when they talk back, sometimes even scarring them. the rest cant do anything when he gets violent. my sister and i only close the door to ease our ears of the outburst of words. yet, the walls are hollow. we hear the whole conversation and hide in fear in our rooms.
the mother doesnt say anything when her own kids curse her and make her do errands for them. she keeps mum about it all and does it all willingly. she doesnt question it and yet she takes all their words with a pinch of salt. we cant tell her stuff that we're uncomfortable with since she cant do much to stop it from happening. i find better comfort in telling my own mum than her. at least my mum promises and make sure it doesnt happen again. she promises and yet when it happens, she has no clue. she's easy on them and doesnt take discipline in her hands. she leaves it to the father and when it gets out of hand, she doesnt do much.
the grandma isnt shown any respect for her seniority in this household and she's not bothered to give anyone else that respect. she has her own fair share of curses in cantonese of which my sister and i have tried to decipher. words that you wouldnt even want to know. in this household, everyone else is cursed to die. we werent spared either.
the daughter has problems with her parents.
the son is no better. he shouts and curses when he sees fit. he tells you to die. when he gets moody, and youre an easy target, he'll get you. he slaps you when he doesnt have his way. ive had my fair share. it doesnt happen to me anymore yet the same still happens to his mum and she doesnt do nuts about it.
i miss home. just another 12 more days and i'll be back to the home that i once belonged to. i kinda miss the feeling of being loved in a home. 7 months and i had to live without it.now i wont have to anymore.
Friday, November 02, 2007 6:27 PM
happy birthday to trina and muru! it wasnt much of a big party, just a lil get together bbq with the few of us and john ( accounting teacher) who came much later to meet us at the beach. the food was great, the view was spectacular and the breeze and mood were obviously FUN. friends, even more so!
we had a small bbq near the beach. although me and hanxian came late because i had otehr commitments in the morning, the food was still warm and especially made by chin yang and muru, they called it the 'white edition' and the 'black edition'. you are served according to how black you wanted your stuff done. HAHA. im just kidding. both were great cooks.
muru brought along his rugby ball. they cooked. we girls played. shayma and hanxian well, you can consider them girls as well since they didnt cook. it was crazy. months of not jogging and im already lacking in my stamina aggh. the rest of us panted. the guys still wanted to play on. we gave up and went to eat instead;D
they packed up and headed for the beach by three. well fine, it wasnt they. since the girls mostly didnt help much. hehe. hanxian helped A LOT. potential househusband;D not bad. well he could find an easy job at woolies packing groceries. he does it sooo well. HAHA. we took the car to the beach which wasnt far off.
the beach was cold by the time we got there. we were half freezing but that didnt stop the rest of us waddling in the waters. i was toes deep inside the waters and it was cold. i was cold stiff. not a good idea when yorue freezing cold from the winds and at the same time having your feet in the cold sand. the rest played with the waters while others made sandcastles. HAHA. it kinda looked like the sports stadium;D but yeah sadly the tide came in and pull down the fort. they wanted to make it the side of muru's bum to fit his ass in but it got spoiled by yours truly, muru himself. they gave up trying, the waters didnt like their art.
we went further out from the shore. the waters edge touching our tummies. it was funny because we were swiming in the cold waters. the waves were strong. half the time, we got pulled under by the currents. we held on. i got all soaked deep. stupid muru. i got piggybacked and he turned me on the waters themselves. and his back was dry! crap! i shielded him from the waters and got myself all wet. it was fun when i didnt get too wet because i got piggyback by the guys but not fun when i went out further only to have my back turned against the waves. sheesh. the waters tasted gross. it was soo salty even worst than the meat they were bbqing just then HAHA. i drank loads of salt water. ewww.
we picked up seashells together.we found small ones, coloured and yet beautiful in its own kind. some were broken, yet they still captivated us in their beauty. it was lovely. i picked some up and placed them into hanxian's jacket. he lent me since i was shivering badly in the cold. it was kind of oversized and it covered all the way to my knees. but it kept me warm. THANKS BRO! we screamed over the cliffs.i hadnt had much to do. salt dust stucked unto my face. it was dry yet powdered by the salt. i tasted it. it was salty. pure sea sand. sweet! we played in the sand, wrote our names, hanxian's got his footprints all over the roads by the shore. my foot steps followed by them. he opened his strides bigger. i tried to catch up, placing each foot into the print he carved earlier in his steps, i couldnt. he was too far. i spread my thighs to cover a wider distance. it was hard. i step into the mould, and missed. i fell over onto the sand. sand went into my ear and dusted itself all over my body. i picked myself up after a few chuckles and continued on. we leaped back to the rest.
the beach was fun. john came over with max, the dog was sooo cute! haha all the girls fell for it. gosh now i so badly miss ringo back home. they played along with max, im not too sure if that poor thing was enjoying himself doing all the tricks that made him do or what. but it seemed to me like self torture from them. AAH. every few minutes, it was max! lie down. max! jump up! haha poor thing. gosh. i think it rather preferred home. on the contrary, he did enjoyed his run with chin yang. he ran the dog from one end of the shore and back again. pretty cool.
we buried the big guy into the sand. gave him a sand pillow to rest his head on. put his shades on, and asked him to stop breathing. just kidding. he laughed so much a couple of times, our work of art was dashed and it broke apart. so we shut him up. tempted to pour sand into his mouth HAHA. they gave him boobs the size of pamela anderson. they said it was her boob job jellies after being dumped one side. it found it way into the ocean and we picked it up by the shore and placed in on him. nah im just kidding, to complete it, we gave him a bikini strap by the sides. they drew for him a big belly button with a x on top of it. and some even had the guts to put on nipples for the implanted breasts. they drew on him a pair of briefs but we dashed that idea and instead the guys drew for him 'that' part. trust me, i have never seen such big er testicles in my life before? the best part. the penis went all the way from his legs up to his head again. HAHA john said they were sick. i agree. i played a part! i was the camera girl! on hanxian's shoulders! haha/ the benefit of being short!
from left to right: vanes, yeemin, trina, crisann
the men do the cooking, the women just stand, watch and supervise. thats what i call the 21st century. guys, get used to it!
black edition! wonder why all his cooked food are all black? he burns them all. the food was burnt!
after i took this. i got hammered. HAHA. nah i was kidding. he just wanted to see my great photography skills.
thats me and my brother up in the tree. we got bored and started to climb up. the tree was fun. i miss tree climbing and even more so. MOUNTAIN CLIMBING! mount kinabula here i come!
the day was so great!amid my cough and all, i had great fun with great friends!thanks guys. and a very happy birthday to you guys!
3:01 PM
2nd november 2007Day two hundred and two.
i need a moment of silence. i need to mourn for my chemistry paper. i just died during those three hours and ten minutes that i sat for the paper. it was pure torture. i finally understood why they gave that stupid rule that you can leave the examination any time after the first one hour and not after the remaining 15 minutes of the exam. that's for chickens like us to run out.
for the first time in any exam, i acted like a chicken. i wanted to run out, leave my papers on the desk and run screaming from the hall. it was crazy. only four people left early, the rest of us, we didnt have the guts to leave our papers ( half blank) and walk out of that room. i was one of them. one of the few who kept looking at the clock on the walk, couting down the time till the paper ends rather than couting the time left for working. i was desperate. i needed to get out and scream, yet i couldnt leave my desk. there were too many undone questions.
i started off with section two. first page, three blanks, nine marks. second page, i managed to get hold of my marks. third and i lost another few marks. the next few pages i attempted werent looking on the bright side for me. it was more of torture. i was dealing with questions not to score for them but to squeeze marks through tiny weeny workings. i wasnt counting the marks that i'll get, but more of the marks ive lost. somehow, the numbers kept on increasing. four marks, six then nine. the last blow was 20.
the weather was cold yet i was clearly sweating within. my brain was steaming, trying to find answers. the answers wouldnt come. the person on my sides didnt want to give it to me. my teacher wasnt there to teach, neither was my chemistry book there to search for answers. my brain wasnt any good. the answers werent there when i needed them. i left my paper three quarters blank. i cant say how the others did. i was too involved in counting the amount of marks ive lost.
i need to whine. i already did when i met charmaine at curtin. we went for lunch together at the grass on her campus. sushi and fruits. she didnt want to get too fat for the holidays and study breaks. i played along. the way back for her, i presume was torture since i was whining non-stop on how bad my chemistry paper went. i think her ears were close to bleeding since i kept swearing. HAHA. it was funny because i have never sworn so much in my entire life and just today, i swore in every sentence that came out of my mouth. i need slef control but yet i cant. im depressed. i need to mourn over the loss of my paper.
charmaine agreed along with me. we decided to pick out flowers outside the house. since they look like dead funeral flowers ( as charmaine says) the mixture of purple, yellow and blue and red. GOSH. i took a photo of myself on the bus ride back. ( other than hogging her phone for the entire bus ride because i needed to obsess myself in beating her high score. she over trimph me! dammit!) that will be the picture displayed on teh tissue box of which all my nice lil flowers lay by on the ground. we needed candles, but since it was day light, we decided to pass. the rest might think we're starting out a fire at home. mourning begins 4pm today at my room. come along if you must.
we stopped by livingston shopping mall for groceries. it wasnt much but we needed them. condensed milk and i needed to get some batteries for my calculator ( it fooled me. it was supposed to die on me but yet it didnt. anyway, i got the batteries exchanged for energiser. charmaine said she trusted that brand. the muscled battery. well i like their commercials. i rather like the bunny DURCELL? )
i wanted chips again. charmaine said no. she said i was fat enough. she said it was fatttening. so i tried chocolates. she scolded me. there was much at home. i whined.i said those dont come in pretty nice wrappers that you can bring along to school. she said you could wrap them up and bring them along. she bought like two whole big bars. OMG. she didnt want chocolates. i whined again. i settled for sweets. HA she cant say nuts. i only have one small pack of skittles and a tube of mentos not enough. HAHA. i bought gummies!
junior remember? you said. the best thing about them was that when you bite off their heads, they dont scream? haha. funny but yeah. i kinda like it. well i like the tangy taste and rubbery feeling and gosh! im not sick. i know those are made of rubbers too but hell yeahh DIFFERENT. those arent edible. oh crap. wait some are/ sheesh.
i need to treat myself to heaven. im still wallowing in pain over the loss of my paper. sweets, gummies cant help much. i already ate three quarters and got a scolding from my sister over eating so much. not my fault. i told you. dont leave me sweets, i just grab and run off. minutes later, its all gone. my mouth is itchy. *bites bites*
from left to right: vanes, yeemin, trina, crisann
the men do the cooking, the women just stand, watch and supervise. thats what i call the 21st century. guys, get used to it!
black edition! wonder why all his cooked food are all black? he burns them all. the food was burnt!
after i took this. i got hammered. HAHA. nah i was kidding. he just wanted to see my great photography skills.