Sunday, 15 November 2009

  • Currently
    Whatever and Ever Amen
    By Ben Folds Five
    One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces
    see related

    the inane ramblings of a deeply disturbed individual. (abridged)

    went to Jean's with mauritians and min yee
    played with dexter the big fat golden retriever that's white with curly fur and soft paw pads, a ball of utter fluff and awesomeness.
    went back to orchard
    did some godawful stuff and was damn painful
    then went to cut hair
    wihich took a bloody 3 hours because the muddar chose to perm her hair -.-
    then to the grandmuddar's where cute kid was.
    yay qi-an
    found out about prospective volunteer job with fucking FORMULA ONE next year
    on the track tasks too,
    but not yet set in stone
    left at 945 to find some 24hr place to eat dinner
    and drove around for half an hour before going to holland v
    laboriously drove about finding a parking space
    and by the time we actually ate it was 11pm.
    shingz.
    so now i am full
    and people have vanished from ongoing coversations either by phone or twitter
    i am dreading LEMUN, for which i leave 59 hours from now
    may i reiterate,
    Shingz.
    tmrw's Chalet where there will be very little people
    and i have to bring LEMUN shizz
    and leave at 730 to go to school
    which means by tonight i have to
    a. print 10copies of each of my 4 resolutions
    b. pack my frolicking clothes
    c. pack uniform (WTF)
    d. charge and pack my MAC.
    i have to study whilst i am there bloody hell
    my issue, my debate. SHINGZ.
    how am i supposed to tell Bangladesh to let the children of illegal migrants get education when they hardly even have an education system for themselves?
    point of information przz.
    hate lemun mannxz.
    only Asians pfft
    angmohs are tall
    i really hope no-one insults singapore for i fear i may not be convinced/well-versed enough to defend my country's honour.
    am tired
    and the tablet's noisy.
    is annoyed.
    stomach pain.
    tired and stressed and not yet enjoying post-O's damnit!
    trying to cheer self up by listening to Ben Folds sing about revenge against bullies
    i need to shop on monday, how?

    and oh, Obama's here.

    he akshully smacks his piano keys
    watch his piano elbow (2:17) in the solo! (1:40)



Thursday, 12 November 2009

  • like a drug without the high and with all the side effects.

    it's been almost a month how ya doin'?
    wish i could say it's because Mac was sitting in a corner by himself
    but we all know it's not true.
    O's have come and almosts gone,
    well it feels like it anyway,
    and i'm leaving next week.

    haha miss stupid ty alr lah.
    what're we doing on Friday, yo.

    a lot's been happening these past few weeks,
    with the unproductive study sessions
    those few productive ones
    the revelations to others you'd much rather like kept secret
    the disgust at certain events/people
    kinda thanggggg
    and the missing school a bit syndrome.
    cant believe that after Friday, i won't be stepping in til results.
    okay wait, no.
    Monday still got LEMUN -.-

    the LEMUN newsletter is called LIME say what!

    so TY's gone,
    and i have friday saturday sunday monday tuesday to squeeze time with people before leaving + get ready for the actual leaving.
    i really really really dont wanna go but pffft 3000 bucks.
    which means ridiculously effective planning and no oversleeping!
    friday with ceetwo peeps
    saturday with the muddar
    sunday-monday chalet and monday LEMUN then movie marathon maybe
    OMG i am going to die on monday can,
    LEMUN = killer i haven't prepared anything at all omg omg veh scared now.
    fuck alicechia mannxz.
    then tuesday, doubt anyone will wanna go out before that, so just grad night and then flight off.

    oh mannnnxz so not looking forward to the cold and dreariness.
    someone buy me weed in Amsterdam, heh.

    on an unrelated note,
    you have no idea how much it irks me when people are so ridiculously diva-ish.
    yknow,
    how everything has to go their way
    and they expect you ebb and flow in whatever direction they want you to
    and they misinterpret everything and twist your words until it comes out an accusation of sorts

    you egotistic woman, seriously disgusting.
    and no, i'm not using it in a word of the day way here.
    i am disgusted.
    like, you use people and put labels on everything.
    you get your way by taking advantage of others
    then act all sad and sulk when people ignore you
    like, hello.
    you sit there and pout got use not.
    sulk already, then after that still continue doing the same thing
    fit yourself into someone else's life like that
    personal space fail mannxz.
    just because you think you're damn chio doesn't mean you are
    just because you think people should serve you doesn't mean they should.
    get a clue and get a life please.
    preferably one that doesn't include me.

    and then you.
    you ah.
    aiyoh i really don't know what to do with you already.
    like hello, i'm not here to take your shit
    i can't make your problem my problem just because.
    tell you what you should do, i try to help,
    and it just gets shoved in my face anyway what.
    it's not my fault okay.
    i sneak here and there coz your muddar is a shitbag
    still kena accused of neglect
    bloody hell, get your issues resolved with your muddar lah,
    stop stressing out on me can.
    get it sorted, then you come and talk to me okay.
    like Sheldon Cooper, i don't do crazy fighting, well.


    okayy back.
    i think i've managed to somewhat revert my body clock back.
    i'm not waking up at 4 anymore

    i had a dream that Green Day tickets were sold out
    am calming self down to check sistic now.
    wish me lucksss.

    bye bitchez.
    rantings are done and i am funger.

Monday, 19 October 2009

  • mass transits that aren't really that rapid and two-upon-ten jokes. and also, poot.

    :D

    call me weird but Shakespeare makes me happy sometimes.

    today's been a good day.
    in more ways than one.

    1. starting the day with a good hearty breakfast at Macs with (stupid) ty! coronary arteries, are you okay?

    2. airported. train rides are fun.

    3. walked about, lay down, LEMUN-ed at the viewing hall at T3, gave up, POPEYE'S (with WAY too much food, the potatoes made us highhhhhhhhh), talked more than we worked, went to T2 to get starbucked (doesn't making starbucks into a verb sound so sick! Oh, we just got starbucked.), worked a it more and talked a lot more, then we headed hommme lazily. in between we squeezed in some stom-aches and poots. and i learnt a new malay word: tandas. i need to go tandas, my juboh cannot hold it in already. <-- this is damn gross and i'm chuckling to myself. i give myself 9/10.

    4. awesome train ride back again. mimicking sexful robot PA voices (joo koon) and people-watching, you'd be surprised the weirdos on the train having nightmares of smiaoli things and happy dreams of presumably sex

    5. bused home and ate dinner OMG DAMN FULL

    6. finally got to talk to someone. and it's all done and settled and continuous. if that makes sense. closure of the past and opening of the future. i sound so philosophical and cryptic! hey MF (no this is not mofo), you can stop (being) Eating More Oreos now, aight? *wink* :D

    happy day happy day.
    just super tired and unproductive with O's next week.
    meh. who cares.



Tuesday, 13 October 2009

  • i know that you know that i know,
    so why are you pretending that you don't?
    it's shit cowardly to be doing this here,
    but i see no other way to do this without me getting pissed
    or you crying or anything else happening.
    you arrived,
    wrecked it all
    and left without so much as an apology, and now you want in again?
    i have enough shit on my plate without you spreading it all over thankyouverymuch.
    there's a reason i never really wanted to keep in touch,
    and i suppose there was one for you too,
    up till recently anyway.

    and so i ask you now,
    WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS.

    i'm so glad you don't know where i live, seriously.

    when i asked you to say it like you meant it, you did.
    was it that your acting was good or was it true.
    yknow, i never knew with you.
    i don't know if you're acting now.
    i thought i was done with all this shit,
    and you randomly,
    out of nowhere come and talk to me again,
    wtf am i supposed to say?
    am i supposed to tell you not to cry?
    and that everything's alright?
    that i forgive you?
    because you should be crying.
    and everything's NOT alright.
    and i don't.
    not now.
    maybe not ever.
    or maybe later.
    but right now, i am pent up with enough energy to cause a fucking supernova.
    and if you ask me to say it like i meant it,
    i will.
    and if you were acting that time,
    try and change my mind now.
    because DAYUM was it convincing.

Friday, 09 October 2009

  • crescentian.

    Fare thee well! and if for ever,
    Still for ever, fare thee well:
    Even though unforgiving, never
    'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

    Would that breast were bared before thee
    Where thy head so oft hath lain,
    While that placid sleep came o'er thee
    Which thou ne'er canst know again:

    Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
    Every inmost thought could show!
    Then thou wouldst at last discover
    'Twas not well to spurn it so.

    Though the world for this commend thee -
    Though it smile upon the blow,
    Even its praise must offend thee,
    Founded on another's woe:

    Though my many faults defaced me,
    Could no other arm be found,
    Than the one which once embraced me,
    To inflict a cureless wound?

    Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
    Love may sink by slow decay,
    But by sudden wrench, believe not
    Hearts can thus be torn away:

    Still thine own its life retaineth,
    Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;
    And the undying thought which paineth
    Is - that we no more may meet.

    These are words of deeper sorrow
    Than the wail above the dead;
    Both shall live, but every morrow
    Wake us from a widowed bed.

    And when thou wouldst solace gather,
    When our child's first accents flow,
    Wilt thou teach her to say "Father!"
    Though his care she must forego?

    When her little hands shall press thee,
    When her lip to thine is pressed,
    Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
    Think of him thy love had blessed!

    Should her lineaments resemble
    Those thou never more may'st see,
    Then thy heart will softly tremble
    With a pulse yet true to me.

    All my faults perchance thou knowest,
    All my madness none can know;
    All my hopes, where'er thou goest,
    Wither, yet with thee they go.

    Every feeling hath been shaken;
    Pride, which not a world could bow,
    Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
    Even my soul forsakes me now:

    But 'tis done - all words are idle -
    Words from me are vainer still;
    But the thoughts we cannot bridle
    Force their way without the will.

    Fare thee well! thus disunited,
    Torn from every nearer tie.
    Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
    More than this I scarce can die.

    --George Gordon Byron, 1816

Tuesday, 06 October 2009

  • ollie is legen ---- wait for it ---- dary.

    STUPID DOGGGGGG omgxz
    he damn retarded
    got the cone of shame on his head already
    still insist on poking his head through the gate
    then he still want to nudge nudge me
    wah lau the plastic damn sharp uh
    now my leg got one line -.-
    looks like he's back to his dopey, somewhat lovable self.
    but there's dried blood around his stitches
    and he was apparently crying last night
    so sad right.
    i tried to give him a hug
    but the cone kept getting in the way
    so i gave up and hugged his body instead of nis neck :D
    he very smiaoli

    i finally know how to describe the pain/discomfort.
    praise me please, after like, one week.
    oh wells.

    oh i'm probably not going to school tomorrow.
    again.
    okay bye.

Monday, 05 October 2009

  • hospitals, dogs, and babies with adorable orders.

    furts like hell, yo.

    it's wrong that everyone is so stressed out and here i am not doing a single thing.
    the doctor said it could be stress-related.
    i kind of chuckled in his face
    apparently one can be stressed without knowing so
    and my tummy could be reacting to the subconscious stress the way it is.
    but still.
    it's wrong.

    so today was spent
    1. trynna finish up my speech through some pain, which i did, save for the ending coz i didn't know how to end
    2. waking up in aforementioned pain and dragging self to parents' room where i was told to go back to bed to wait for the clinics to open
    3. waking up again seeing pops' face inches from mine telling me that moo was taking me to her cousin's clinic at Gleneagles later
    4. waking up to actually go to gleaneagles
    5. waiting and getting checked by the doctor who is awesomer than my RegularDoctor, who, upon seeing the medicine that RD prescribed actually said "ahh. this is very low... low..." and he trailed off. low quality, perhaps? based on his diagnosis, i deduced that RD misdiagnosed/ underdiagnosed me. i never liked him. (fyi the diagnosis was damn lame. not cool at all mannxz)
    6. went back home and Ollie wasn't back from his surgery yet D:
    7. hung around waiting for the workers to be done in my bathroom, which by the way took forever, which is why i didn't manage to do anything except sleep on the couch and watch F1 qualifying again.
    8. sat with Ollie for awhile after he came back.
    9. ate dinner begrudgingly. i'm still not hungry. can you believe it.
    10. fretted over Ollie some more.

    the poor dog has the cone of shame around his face and he looks so sad and tired and groggy! EXACTLY like this:

    when he came back he lay down and didn't get up though his tail was wagging
    then later he got up and refused to lie down
    then he kep moving his head
    and kept wanting to stick his snout into the spaces between the bars on the gate
    then the plastic on the cone keep folding here scratching there
    next thing i knew his ear was rubbing against the plastic and i dont know if he tore his stitches out or what but there was a small trail of blood on the plastic so i started freaking out not because i was scared of blood but because he was bleeding
    and there was still some hard stuff that matted into his fur on his face above the eye and around the snout and the black tear lines and trailed all the way down his face. if i didn't know any better i'd think ollie cried  D:
    he's all whoozy and tired and omgggg it's damn sad uh.
    i hugged him so i had to take a shower again.

    poo.

    in other unrelated news,
    there's an awesome new printer, i got sung to by an adorable Qi An who finally called me jiejie (cheh cheh) and even demanded i follow her upstairs in a ridiculously cute and not bossy fashion and thanked me in her bad enunciation for helping pick up her paper lantern that she was swinging around when we walked for mooncake day, and i got my prom stuff (which should be done by next tuesday) done over the weekend.
    and i did SS and english, only to miss two days of school.
    but it's okay.
    i'd rather be at home and stare at ollie/study by myself/writhe in pain.
    bye.
    i'm going to sit with ollie for awhile. i love my dog okay!

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

  • future vs present. what could be vs what will be.

    yes i am emo and utterly confused now
    LEMUN '09
    that's Leiden Model United Nations, for those not in the know

    should i or not
    Pros:
    looks good on paper
    .
    .
    i cant think of anymore

    cons:
    i am far from diplomatic
    i hate public speaking, debating, confrontations of the intellectual sort
    i kinda know i won't like the type of people going for it
    it's gonna be damn torturous if i actually do hate the people. unless i talk to the somewhat awesome teachers -.-
    ELEVEN FRICKING DAYS that start on GRAD NIGHT HELLO.
    it's winter. alone. kinda.

    FUCK.
    i dont know if these cons outweigh the single pro, since that one single pro is so fucking big.

    I HATE DECISIONS.

    LEMUN

Sunday, 27 September 2009

  • nutshelling the day

    today in random nutshells that may have been heaped onto a plate and left untouched for some inexplicable reason:

    -almost got Grosjean and HOT HOT HOT Alonso's autographs. darn you taller-than-me fanboys/uncles/aunties/kids on shoulders.  D:

    -had a blast with loi at the circuit despite completely disgustingly horrendous results

    -been on my feet from 4pm-12am, with little breaks in between. sweat buckets.

    - i never got tired of the noise. they lack bass power though.

    -got a few decent pictures in but mostly blurred colours

    -stupid smokers

    -nice lady who save her seat for us as she left

    -stupid woman complaining about being BORED and how UNFUN it was. siao one.

    - stupid girl wondering "what the white and green car is". stupid one.

    -crazy angmohs and their beer! and their height.

    -BARRICHELLO! RAIKKONEN! FERNANDO! VETTEL!  D: i heart you many many

    pictures onf Facebook soon.

Friday, 25 September 2009

  • FORMULA ONE HEAVY

    I. AM. SO. FUCKING. ANGRY.

    1) stupid ebay fucker
    2) results
    3) stupid ebay fucker
    4) stupid ebay fucker
    5) stupid lame Ferrari who only show their face for 20mins
    6) stupid ebay fucker
    7) THE OTHER DRIVERS WERE AT PUMA MARINA SHOPPING AND SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS WHILE I WAS WALLOWING IN SELF PITY AT MCCAFE BECAUSE OF STUPID LAME FERRARI WHO ONLY SHOW THEIR FACE FOR 20MINS
    8) stupid ebay fucker.

    OMFGGGGGGGGG my heart is damn pain now.
    i'm watching pratice session now

    the british BBC commentators sound good but theyre talking about sponsorships and rules wtf
    waxing lyrical about the look of the night race
    shiny cars and skylines
    and about how the country is immaculate except for the dirtiest part -- the track
    i bet they were made to say that

    0720 - button hamilton vettel kovaleinen barrichello webber alonso raikkonen
    0723 - Barrichello's gone up! Rosberg's 8th.
     (OMG THEY JUST SHOWED THE MARINA BAY GRANDSTAND i want to cry now)
    0725 - Giancarlo Fisichella's still at 18th. i wonder if he had been shown some love ytd he would be doing better now
    0727 - Webber's up 2nd. Bar Web Kov But HAm Vet Kub Rai Nak Alo
    0729 - Alonso's managed to gain some time in middle sector. GO FERN!
    0729 - Alonso's up 3rd!
    the ferrari's looks awesomely blood red under the lights. ridiculously hot.
    i think my favourite part of the track may be the cross at turn8 and turn14
    0730 - final result of FP1:
    Barrichello
    Button
    Webber
    Alonso
    Vettel
    Kovaleinen
    Hamilton
    Kubica
    Raikkonen
    Nakajima
    Rosberg
    Sutil
    Buemi
    Heidfeld
    Glock
    Trulli
    Fisichella
    Liuzzi
    Alguesari
    Grosjean



    off to shower now and OMG MY HEART IS SERIOUSLY DAMN PAIN   D:

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

  • zig a zag ah.

    today has been the most fun in a long time.
    yay i love 4G3, polar bears and villaged chiefs.

    free chinese periods were misspent on Murderer
    which was slightly awesomez.
    HAHA.
    then Mafia during recess.
    english was same old same old
    and a maths was spent with cleolvoe
    AND I HELPED HER WITH HER CHINESE PRAISE ME PLS
    surprised i could still speak it.
    SS was CONFUSING and tingwaii and i were all 0.0 coz our brains kinda hurt
    and it was all due to the misuse of a preposition  -.-
    damn spastic.

    oh why is chia so happy nowadays, it's kind of creepy!
    HAHA but good also.
    crapped with thatfilzah who moved behind me
    we discussed techniques to get the teacher to think you're listening
    and implemented some while we talked HAHA
    love filfil, she damn funny today

    then after school!
    Naz and i got tuition
    but we stayed back to talk talk abit
    and cleo joined in our intellectual conversation
    religion and relationships and academics and faith
    totes mcgoats mannxz
    everything's getting out of hand now,
    and it's seriously quite scary to see us disintegrating like this
    but i know i have NO responsibility in it,
    and sometimes i wonder how on god's green earth did we manage for so long
    okay, maybe not us, but me
    seriously, the only reason i can is because it's kind of a superficial r/s yknow yknow
    so the small things never come to the surface

    ah whatever lah
    very hard to care now.
    broke fast with nazreen just now HAHAHA
    it was quite stupid.
    i made a mental note to blog something stupid that happened and now i forgot.
    my mind is failing me.
    i'm losing my mojo.

    okay bye.

    p.s. MASS DANCE was funnnnnnnnnnnnnn
    i'm so happy that the class did so awesomely!
    YAY and 90% of the sec4s were doing it brilliantly too!
    except for some that were scowling, but it's okay!

    CAREFUL LATER YOUR FACE STUCK AH!

Thursday, 20 August 2009

  • We Weren't Meant to Follow



    listening to the new Bon Jovi single.
    mannnn i missed them.

    today's thursday
    and it's been a bitchin' week so far.
    in a semi-good, really bad way.
    in a head-hurting,
    heart-wrenching,
    stomach-churning way.

    it looks like i'm writing a poem.
    read it verbatim. it sounds so unprofound.
    FAIL.

    i'm having a stupid conversation with FIL FIL about bananamen.
    "stupid banana call people bananaman. why are we talking about banana you banana?"
    FIL FIL, you veh farnee today leh.

    i like zebras. :D
    and hip popotamuses.
    they're so happenin' with their stripes and hipness, respectively.

    chinese O's results was out ytd
    guess how much i got!
    i like making people guess, whether it's good or not.
    let me give you two hints.
    it starts with an 'A' and ends with a '1'.
    any clues?

    today had an awesome macs trip
    with tingwaii thatfilzah and somekamalia.
    they be bitchin, yo.
    okay, not really.
    i just wanted to say that.
    it was, surprisingly enough, a rather deep discussion
    after we got past all the usual shit we talk, anyway.
    and yes i know that not everything's a joke,
    but that's the way i rolllllllll.
    if you hadn't noticed yet,
    i don't exactly thrive on being despondent, thankyouverymuch.

    i guess school's been as much fun as 60+days before O's can be
    but yay G3 for being awesome.

    oh.
    p.s.
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY man-AH-sa!!! 

    hee.
    sixteen already,
    can retire that lame british accent when trynna get into NC16 films already!
    it's been a long while from sec1 to now
    and so much's changed.
    you've seen me in all the hairstyles,
    gone from hating me to sports tape to adoring me
    and yes i know we've never really talked about the tape
    but can we just forget it
    i wouldn't trade it for the world



    i sometimes still look back at how awesome life was back then
    and i miss the ceetwos always
    the toilets, the cryings,
    and yes, i admit my insensitivities
    but i've grown up!
    and so have you (horizontally, i meant)
    okay. so maybe i haven't grown out of my unnecessary meanness yet
    but our insecurities have come and gone
    replaced with a tad more experience in life
    and the jadedness that comes with those few years.



    even though we dont see each other as often as ideal
    or even text as much
    and yet we're still friends!
    goes to show how much i can put up with, as long as i want to.
    heh.



    so here's a giant
    THANKYOU
    for always being there these past 3+++ years
    and you know i don't give these out much, and not to any ole person.
    treasure it please.
    i hope i don't have to say it again.

    LOVE YOU SANASA!
    (i'm still very happy that i told your friends about sanasa)

    and p.s. i'm holding you to the promise of getting me Hugh Laurie. really.



    PEACE OUT.

Monday, 17 August 2009

  • Currently
    Black Holes and Revelations
    By Muse
    see related

    Supermassive Black Hole

    hello life is horrible and i'm still alive.
    stupid Oral this Friday and prelims start next week OMGZ.
    mocks and tests every week
    i want to die alr
    and sleep doesn't seem to be helping either

    jie left ytd, with moo
    bro's boarding at NTU
    i'm left alone at home with the maid and the dog
    rolling around not feeling like doing anything.
    poo.

    now i have an opening for a temporary replacement bid sister.
    hi, applications to be sent here, kthnx.

    last weekend was awesome
    friday's all day out,
    caught Public Enemy (JOHNNY DEPP!) and G.I. Joe (Sienna Miller is quite hot!)
    with thefrogisgay, spermy, thatfilzah, tingwaii, fmloi and cxseow
    HAHA sorry we were so late!

    then Saturday was partayyye at home,
    got fantastically drunk
    it'e been awhile since i talked to the cousins at length

    Sunday was NDP with thatfilzah and tingwaii!
    HAHAHA Gayness to the MAX.
    bought an awesomez Puma shirt that i never want to take off.

    stayed out/up till late all three days,
    and UP with the cousins on Monday
    i love you. i am pouncing on you, because i love you. SQUIRREL!
    i love you.

    didn't do any work then.
    and didn't do much over this weekend either.
    spent most of the time being spastic with kor and jie.
    yay siblings ftw.
    idiotic guy keep poking me and talking to me about poker on his phone -.-

    i feel like eating Rochor beancurd!
    again.
    anyway, i veh lazy blog alr.



    i was looking at motorcycle pictures and ZOMG i want one so bad D:
    awesomeness.


    Beemer


    YAMAHA


    Triumph


    Triumph Thruxton


    Triumph Bonneville (Hugh Laurie has one!)


    Ducati Monster M900S4






      


    Kimi Rakkonen's custom-made IceMan.

    but my favourite of them all...


    KAWASAKI! WIN!.

    oh, p.s. :


Sunday, 19 July 2009

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

  • i am so egggcited i cannot wait for september 21st




    kinda NSFW, but then again, what that comes from me is?
    listen to this and i bet it'd get stuck in your head!
    who doesnt love bloodhound gang!
    it's electric and about sex and totally reminds me of the pocket calculator song.

    The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang's Hooray for Boobies
    Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating
     But there are several other very important differences
     Between human beings and animals that you should know about
    I'd appreciate your input
    Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
     Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
     So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
     Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
     You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
     I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
     Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
     To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
    Do it now
     You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
     So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
     Do it again now
     You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
     So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
     Gettin' horny now
    Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
     Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
     Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
     But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
     So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5 you sunk my battleship
     Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
     So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
     And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
    Do it now
     You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
     So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
     Do it again now
     You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
     So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
     Gettin' horny now

Wednesday, 08 July 2009

  • oh my god, nazreen, you're hee-lair-ree-ous. *swish hand*

    i guess it's been really long since i had a proper post that did not contain stupid videos or whatever.

    so june holidays went past like whizz.
    and what have i been doing?
    nothing.
    mid years were crap.
    mindchamps was crap,
    complete with lady gaga freak going berserk on me for hating on gaga.
    insane i tell you
    so pissed on that day, couldn't stand it.

    watched i love you, man on the last day of myes
    hilarious. again.
    first time the whole clique went out tgt
    i went home and they went bowling
    which was apparently eventful

    so monday was spent revising oral (LOL) with sperm and ty
    and that's when all the trouble started
    me: can you stop sticking your finger into the bolster hole thing!
    sperm: why! from young i like to do that already
    me: *thinks wrong* it's damn gross luh!
    .
    .
    .
    .
    i make sperm angry somehow
    sperm: *throws bolster at me* you go and stick the bolster in your mouth lah!

    doesn't sound that sick in text, but since then, my mind's been on hyperdrive
    thinking sick at every turn, unsure of what comes next.
    it's a complete nightmare, i tell you.
    then all the newfound-then-lost stupidity of tingwai + my neverending supply of retardedness = uncontrollable laughter at tanglin macs two days in a row.
    today's was especially fun.
    confessions from the past and reliving our history,
    i almost didn't want to go home
    we sat there from 3 and a half hours
    talking gossiping bitching about everything and anything
    making silvana and jovina and qiqi laugh at us from their other tables
    'twas fun,
    didn't get any work done,
    but i ain't bovvered.

    lessons have been  boring as usual.
    time crawls at a pace so unlike anything i could have ever imagined.
    it's like, i could be a lizard in the desert, striking a pose and holding it for months, and time would still pass faster then than if i was in school.
    yes, that was a very long simile with ery little pay off but bear with me here.
    physics today was hilariously disgusting.
    what with all the hand gestures.
    rmb ah, insert and retract te iron rod into the solenoid/ move the solenoid over and back from the iron rod quickly to get induced current.
    if it's stationary then there's no induced current.
    because really, what's the point of inserting it and leaving it there, with no current some more? (teeheehee i am the pro at euphemisms and symobolism, bow before me my filthy-minded minions!)
    wow i'm really more insane than i thought.

    i have a sleeping disorder.
    and i've been having dreams nowadays
    it's quite creepy
    i think i'm losing my marblesssss
    my muscles keep twitching, my eyes are sore, and it feels like there's a splinter in my right middle finger.
    maybe i need to stretch it more.
    so if i ever give you the finger, i'm just stretching.

    jie officially graduated ytd
    she came back all spiffy in her robe and i camwhored with her hat thing
    it was damn spastic.
    pops forced us to take stupid posed shots
    then make her carry some stupid sign with our home address on it
    and i think with ollie too
    retardedness personified i tell you.

    Lutfan is an awesome name.
    hamza too.
    and calum.
    yay calum.
    picnic on sunday, naz?
    LOL, feel damn gay.
    and there is no chance in hell that you're getting me to dress up for racial harmony day
    for the love of god and all things holy, i hope i can skip on that day.
    talking about dressing up,
    who wants to be the stormtroopers to my darth vadar for prom?
    or the sam to my frodo
    the assault to my battery charges
    the barbie to my ken
    the alfred to my bruce wayne
    the mary jane to my peter parker
    the robin to my batman
    the barnacle boy to my mermaid man
    the patrick to my spongebob
    (i can actually still think of more!)
    the ben to my jerry
    the betty to my archie
    the baldrick to my blackadder
    the clyde to my bonnie
    the hobbes to my calvin
    the chip to my dale
    the tonic to my gin
    the chips to my fish
    the gretel to my hansel
    the harlequin to my pierrot
    the keith richards to my mick jagger
    the richie sambora to my bon jovi
    the miss piggy to my kermit
    the kel to my kenan
    the spock to my kirk!
    the mccartney to my lennon
    the tramp to my lady (i refuse to call myself a tramp)
    the Seeley Booth to my Temperence Brennan
    the Dr Watson to my Sherlock Holmes
    the James Wilson to my Greg House?

    wow that took a lot of thinking.
    i wonder if anyone doesn't know all that i've mentioned.
    huh.

    i realise i talk really fast.
    and i make stupid jokes in uncomfortable situations.
    okay, make more stupid jokes.
    it's good to know that the clique can know that i'm ot being bitchy on purpose,
    it's not my fault i'm a bitch.
    and we can all laugh and roll on the purple macdonalds benches till our sides and ribs hurt
    yay for cliques and their conceptions.

    i will end this here because i am tired.
    i shall be an old person and try to sleep before midnight.

    p.s. I HATE SUSAN OMG, but in the end i will still talk to her because i cannt be mean to people to their face. i think. this is getting complicated.

Tuesday, 07 July 2009

Monday, 06 July 2009

  • rib-tickling japanese!


    words:
    woman: Honey, why don't we go see the Merlion in Singapore this weekend?
    man: Merlion? just have it come to us instead.
    THE NEXT DAY
    man: *wears shoes* okay. we're going this weekend.
    it's time to spend weekends abroad
    ANA's discount ticket!
    super eco wari.

Sunday, 05 July 2009

  • Currently
    Moving Pictures
    By Rush
    Limelight
    see related
    All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances,
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
    Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
    And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
    Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
    Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
    Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation
    Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
    In fair round belly with good capon lined,
    With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
    Full of wise saws and modern instances;
    And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
    Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
    With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
    His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
    For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
    Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
    And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
    That ends this strange eventful history,
    Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
    Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Friday, 03 July 2009

About Me

  • 1C2 '06 2C2 '07 Crescent Girls' School. 10 random facts about me. 1. I love movies, TV and the likes. 2. I have over 3000 songs in my iTunes and proud of it. 3. I get annoyed easily. 4. I'm terribly hypocritical. 5. My face turns red/pink. alot. Especially when I'm paiseh, angry, frustrated AND when teachers call me in class. 6. I don't like spineless guys who carry their girlfriend's handbags. 7. I'm hungry. 8. George Clooney movies are my crack. 9. I heart Subway + Subway cookies. 10. I cannot, for the life of me, think of things to put for "about me" pages.

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