transport

the problem with transport.

Okay. You see. The problem with transport.
I live in the outskirts of town. Someplace so ulu that nobody else who goes to the same school as me lives nearby. Hmph.

Anyway. I studied in SJKC Foon Yew 2 when in primary.
And if you don't count SMK Skudai, you can see that I pretty much have to travel a good half and hour to and fro each day since primary just to get to school.
I don't mind the journey much, but it has been hard on my poor mother. Since the area I live in is SO ulu that no bus ever goes there. Ish.

And that will be the case of next week, and the week after next too. Why can't school be just around the corner, so I can nip there and back whenever I feel like it.

Ah crap crap crap.

foosh

FOOSH!
Just a quick one, cos I ade banyak barang nak buat.
Kay, so my holidays are like jam packed.
But I don't feel tired.
I feel very energised just about now and that's why my typing feels so rushed.
Kay anyway nothing much to blog about.

Looi don't go Bali la or else how am I going to go school?

hello sg

Hello SG
It was frickin' 730 in the morning. I thought today would be the only day I'd get to sleep in after two days of getting up at 630 but NO, I was wrong, we had to get up early to go to Singapore.
I dressed without much enthusiasm, putting on the first things I could find, my grey skinnies and a very unflattering shirt which made my body figure look horribly cylindrical. Not that I cared. I didn't, so there.
It was the same old, same old. My brothers were laughing and squealing and shouting in the car. Noises that, you should think I have gotten immune to by now, but they still continue to annoy me. Of course, it would also be very weird without those noises in the background, so I'll learn to bear with it, I guess.
We spent the better half of the day in "Trains and Toys" with Clarence bawling on and on about being very hungry (I BET he did that just so my father would hurry up and get out of there so Clarence could go to the Takashimaya's toy department) and the Immigration Centre, where all of us went to apply for Permanent Residence. Don't ask me why, I don't know why, I'm just as flummoxed as you, don't give me that look.
Then lunch. Like I said, same old same old. Blah blah blah yadda yadda. Then, my favourite shop(s) in all of Singapore.
Artfriend. That place is a art a & craft lover's heaven. It has everything- I often rambang mata until I don't know what to buy and come home empty handed. 12 different graded pencils in a tin for sketching, wooden plaques, foam, felt, paints, stencils, ginormous 15cm in diameter ink pads, iron on patches, all sorts of paper, empty boxes to decorate to your liking, you name it, they've got it. Yes, even polystyrene packing peanuts (as in Bolt. Yea.). Bought 4 heart shaped balloons (if you have to ask why, which will mean you don't know, then save your breath. I'm not going to tell you either). And rainbow coloured paper! Just looking for something to buy, you know, so I won't go back home feeling unsatisfied. They cost a bomb, though. Just for 10 A4 sized pieces of unusually colored peper. I kid you not. 10 frickin' pieces. Then, as Clarence was working up a fever, we left for home.

Haven't improved very much from yesterday's mood. I am in doubt. Serious doubt. And it may ruin me forever.

a new day

A new day.
I won't give you up, no matter what.
I just wish you'd hang on too.

Hmph

Hmph.
I feel inferior. Don't want talk to me, fine la. Like I give a damn like that.

I built a wall around me so that nobody can break through it. What you see is superficial. It's just the top layer, the icing off the cake, the wrapping paper of a parcel. I'm not what you see. I'm not always that happy-go-lucky. I have my doubts and insecurities too. I'm also not emotionless. I'm just good at hiding my feelings, or maybe I'm just not that good at expressing them. It doesn't mean that I don't care. It doesn't mean that I won't be affected when you do something to hurt me. It doesn't mean that you can do anything because you think that I won't mind.

I hope you see this. I really really hope you do.

foosh

Foosh.

Been trying to make it a point to update my blog frequently, since it's the holidays and all. Anyway I'm pretty sure no one reads it, but I have no energy to do anything else, so here I am.

There is, however, not much to update, though. Just the same old same old. Went to the bookfair and bought a few books, got fed up because the newest Galaxie has not arrived in Pelangi's Popular yet (or maybe the staff hid it away when they saw me walking through the doors just to spite me), talking nonstop on the phone, Facebooking, planning stuff, yadda yadda yadda.

Actually, I do have a lot to do, only I think I deserve a little break, don't you think? I am, otherwise, brain-dead. I am staring at the computer screen and my eyes glaze over as I am reading this irrelevant crap-talk. There is also the distant throbbing pain of my toe (I deserve it, I think, for squeezing my feet into shoes two sizes too small) which is numbed by the inability of my brain to register anything other than watching Glee.

And although I don't make any sense, and although I know that I should probably talk about more insightful things like the end of the world or something, I just don't feel up to it. Boring boring boring blah blah blah -someone send me to the hospital, I think I'm going crazy- wahahahahaha.

Have you ever had the stress of being expected to be the optimistic, cheerful, gila crazy one all the time? And who's gonna cheer you up when you're down? Have you ever been the one who's always expected to stay strong and never ever cry? So who's gonna comfort you when you start crying?

star

It's nice to know that, amidst all the sadness and despair in this world, there is a flicker of hope.
Sometimes, you may think: There is no point of going on. I want to give up. I don't want to do this any more. There's no point.
But some people are driven by hope. It's what keeps them going everyday. It's what motivates them to get out of bed. It's what they strive so hard for. A world without hope will be a world full of anguish and darkness.
They say you can give up everything, but if you give up hope, you're doomed. Truthfully doomed.
I too, live by hope. I hope and dream and hope and dream and hope some more and even though it seems impossible, I still hope.
But imagine to have your hopes brutally crushed.

the stars in the sky shine on me?

The stars in the sky, are you shining on me?

I only pray and wish and pray and wish for this. If something else has to go because of this, then so be it. I'm scared, real scared, genuinely scared.

I try hard not to think about it, but when I do I go into a full blown panic attack. The panic, so blinding, I have to sit down and catch my breath before resuming whatever I was doing. The panic, so scary that I tremble when I walk. The panic, so overwhelming, that it gives me sleepless nights.

I promise I'll work real hard. I promise. I promise.

Grant me my promise?

borrrreeeeeeed

I feel so blahdy bored.
Arrived back from taiwan 2 something in the morning today, slept like a log until 10 plus.
Actually, the plane landed on like, 12:18. But it still counts as arriving back today.
Ah. Shall not blog much. Shall let the pics speak for themselves when they get uploaded.
IF they get uploaded.
Bhai.

Taiwan

Day two in Taiwan.

Yesterday we were staying in this hotel smack right in the middle of ximending, which is something like Malacca's Jonker street on weekends, except like about a hundred times bigger better and much more noisier and full of people. The things you can buy there are like amazing, does anyone want highlighter yellow socks?

When I go out of the hotel I can either turn left or right or walk straight cos wherever I go there will be stuff to eat. Delicious street food. And like, all sorts of other things. A bag that looks like a spiky tortoise shell, a sock shop, a place selling weird looking arm bands.

And it wasn't so different from home too, there was (and I saw) adidas, Nike, converse, everlast, the body shop, étude house and skin food opposite each other so they were highly competitive, you can see that. And what was different was they were all in shoplots, not shopping malls. There was a street full of cinemas too, and THEY WERE SHOWING HARRY POTTER! IN ENGLISH! But it was like, 240 yuan, which equals to RM24, an who the hell's gonna watch a movie for that price? It's not even in 3D! And they also had 711, but the things they sell, completely different.

Oh and speaking of buildings. If you've seen my fb status then you probably already know. All the buildings are covered in tiles. Dull coloured tiles. Tiles so dull, they make me wanna scream. No yellow no purple no sky blue no bright red. All dull shades of white and brown and grey. And more brown, and some burnt sienna. And the buildings which weren't tiled, were covered in bricks or terra cotta or panels or glass. And other buildings which walls weren't covered in anything wasn't painted either. Their walls were greying with age. It's like all of them hate paint or something.

And their clothes. I used to think long sleeved shirts were ugly. But apparently everyone wears them here. Long sleeved shirt with jeans and sneakers. Or long sleeved shirt dresses with see through (or not) tights/leggings with high heeled knee/mid calf length boots. Or jackets. But hey, if you wore jackets everyday, won't you have a whole wardrobe full of jackets at home?

The weather is just fantastic. It's like, and to quote Looi: someone turned on the air-con in the whole place. Not too hot, like Malaysia, not too cold, like other places.

Hah. The cartoons. They all speak chinese, even teen titans and spongebob. And you know what's funny? They call spongebob 海绵宝宝, which means spongebaby, and mojo jojo 摩人究究, which means.. Something bad, I'm sure. And now I'm on the train to Hsinchu, and I will end this here. Goodbye, ciao.

Oh this is Taiwan. So (and with slang) 再见！

Happy birthday

I had a blast!
Thank you, everyone.
Dear Aly, I'm waiting for SY's smell. (rolls eyes)
Thanks for SY, the dog.
Thank you for a good time, I'mma return to facebook.
Rachel, ohlo. :)

Tearing

To me, crying is weak.
Tears are a sign of weakness.

So, there was no reason for me to cry on Thursday, when someone accidentally kicked me and caused me to fall.
Except that my ankle hurt a lot.
Allow me to enlighten you.
I was standing near the Michael goal, defending Vithya the goalkeeper because the Xaviers had the ball and unless we did something they'd probably kick the ball in.
Almost all of the players were there, both Xavier and Michael. I was standing on my left leg, my right leg outstretched, trying like hell to kick the ball.
I remember a lot of leg. We had been tied 1-1 for a while now, and both teams wanted to score a goal. Everyone was chasing after the ball.
And then, all of a sudden, WHAM, someone had kicked me on the leg, and I fell.
The pain, I remember, was overwhelming. And then, to my utter disgust and bemusement, I began to cry.
To quote Wong who later said, "Eh, you cry very funny leh." I was panting and sobbing, trying to catch my breath, because it was one of those blows which really, knocked the breath outta you.
Again, I remember a lot of leg. People were surrounding me, asking me questions like "are you okay?" and "does it hurt?" that I couldn't be bothered answering.

Then the awesome medical standby people caried me to a chair and treated what turned out to be a sprained ankle. I remember the procedure we learned in St John class for treating sprains, RICE. Thank you for treating my sprain :).

Then, when I managed to stop crying ( I am still disgusted at myself for this, because if you knew me, surely you know that I don't cry? I think the last time I did, it was in March), I managed (with the help of Looi) to hobble over to watch the rest of the futsal game. Michael and Xavier were still tied 1-1, and by that time I think all the other games (hockey, netball and volleyball) had finished, and everybody was watching futsal. It was really like a real football match. There were lots of screaming, and I think I did a fair share of it too, as Looi later told me that a person nearby had to cover her ear to prevent punctured eardrums. I don't blame her.

And then overtime was over, and then each team had a go at penalty kicks. I am very sorry to say that my teammates might have been very exhausted because no Michael-ian managed to score a goal, and Vithya didn't manage to catch any Xavierballs, either.

Alas, the score was 3-1. The Xavier people cheered. The Michael people cheered too. And for some bloody reason, it made me tear up all over again.

Maybe it was because I was sad to see that we lost. Maybe it was because I was helpless at the sidelines, not being able to help my team. Maybe if I had played, I wouldn't feel so sore losing.

My friends carried me back to St Helen square because I could not walk. Michael got 2nd overall.

That day, I had to hop about on my right leg.
Yesterday, a Friday, I not only (miraculously, which just goes to show, you can heal a lot when you sleep) could walk, but I could run the padang, too.
And today, I have to go for ballet.
And if you knew me, surely you know that I dislike ballet?

Heck, I can't even get anything good out of spraining my ankle.

heck

You may not be able to stop yourself from growing older, but you can choose never to grow up.

Yes that's true, but when you're singing 12345 once I caught my fish alive during balik time when people are beraturing, you'll never fail to get looks.

Or when Encik Man finally lets you out for recess, and you start singing Oleh Oleh all the way to the canteen, even JUNIORS give you that slightly bemused WTH look.

Or when all of us suddenly decide to sing "I'm walking on sunshine, woahh oh oh" in class, courtesy of SMK Sunshine, others stare at you.

Of course, I'm not the only one. I'm not loony. There all always people who teman me sing wan. This just goes to show how supportive we are of each other, bak kata pepatah bagai aur dengan tebing. Thank you all especially Fuan and Alyssa for temaning me "fa feng".

We're not loonies. We're not crazy. We're just enjoying our childhood. Or what's left of it.

You can choose to live in Neverland if you wanted to.

You can choose to stay young forever. Age doesn't come into the equation.

Heck, in 20 years, when you're trying to get your office colleagues to do something fun and they stare at you like a science test subject gone absurdly wrong, you're gonna look back and wonder why you didn't enjoy more of your school days. You're gonna wonder why you then thought that studying 24/7 was more important than having a bit of fun. You're gonna regret that you were the Nerd with the book. You're gonna have to dole around a few beers before your colleagues get a little bit tipsy and high.

Girls just wanna have fun.

Stay young. Always.

Heh

Okay I got a new book hardcover by Madeleine Wickham aka Sophie Kinssella called The Wedding Girl who my friend the Miss -e----- Looi Shyn Ru bought for me but insists I give it to her.

But since we are both avid readers I refused.

She's sulking.

And for those Sophie Kinsella fans OH MY GOSH HAVE YOU ALL READ HER NEW NOVEL MINI SHOPAHOLIC!

I do not know whether the book has arrived in JB bookstores but yes it is already avaliable in KL and no I haven't read the book and but I know someone who already has it.

So that's all.

Sucky

My blog is sucky and I readily admit it.
I mean, what's up with those emo posts?
It's so unlike me. It's so eeyer.
If blogs were books, I'd happily put mine in the paper shredder.
Anyway. Update on my life.
I suppose I did OK in the exams.
Then now I'm bored.
There's nothing to do.
Yeah boring.
School had this Patriotic month thing befroe the hols so that we had to decorate our classes patriotic-ly.
I think, that's about all. The next time I can summon enough energy to come by this deserted place again, I'll be sure to write a more interesting and longer post.
I'll try.

Ciao again.

Over

The exams are over
Take a breather
Hope it's never
Coming back forever.

Impossible, I know. But then what are we gonna for the two weeks break after this.
I'm at loss. Oh and I don't know what to say. I'm at Vivo's but not eating panini. I'll update more back home.

Ciao.

pfoot

my life is currently in a state of drift and aimlessness.
My anchor is on leave.
I drift, and drift and drift, time is passing and I have lost track of it.
Like a puffy cloud.
Which is not necessarily a good thing.
Since, it keeps you from seeing reality.
Everything is tainted.
You can't see the truth.
I fail to update about recent happenings and stuff, and instead I'm spouting nonsensical crap here.
My mind is in a state of ignorance and numbness that I'm trying to get rid of.
But sadly, as my friend Venessa Yong would say, -"fail."

That's just too bad

I feel you slipping away,
Day by day.
Is there anything I can do about it?
Sadly, I don't think so,
Because if that was the case
Wouldn't I have done it already?

Some things are better to be left unknown.
Cuz you see,
If nobody knows nothing about anything,
Then nobody gets hurt not knowing.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you,
Cuz I didn't really tell anyone.

I know, I know, it's not good to be all bottled up,
I know I should let it all out.
It's hurting inside,
The pain is hard to hide
I'm not very bright
But I know its not right
My heart silently pleas for help
As I struggle to keep myself from tearing apart.

Okay, so

Singapore.
Bought useless stuff.
Saw a Taylor Lautner Barbie Doll.
Wow, Mattel really has improved. I didn't remember them having anything like that when I was, say, six.
Walked a lot.

Huh. That's all, I guess.

Heh

I'm sitting in Habib now, waiting for breakfast while blogging in like frigging 5 41 in the morning. I'm so tired

yours, truly

I remember the times when we were close.
Close, real tight.
And I used to tell you everything.
And you told me everything, too.
Ahhh... those were good times.
But little by little, it went away.
You didn't know it, but slowly you changed.
Slowly, bit by bit, drifting away.
Neglecting me, like an owner abondoning a puppy dog once it had grown tired of it.
What a heartless, cruel, owner.
What a poor puppy dog.
What a sad story.
You didn't know it, but you hurt me.
Very, very much.
I couldn't let it out, couldn't tell anyone about it, because I was hoping that you'd turn around, that you'd change, that you'd go back to being the old you.
But no, you never changed back.
I didn't tell anyone, kept the pain to myself.
Was never a crying person, but because of you, and what you've done to hurt me, I cried more oftenly than I ever did.
Never thought I could cry so much over something.
Never thought you meant so much to me.
Worse part was, you didn't realise it.
Months drifted away, and I suffered in silence.
No one knew, not even you.
Again and again, you hurt me.
In ways I would never describe.
Sometimes, it was even on purpose, for fun.
I'd never thought you were so insensitive.
And then, it stopped.
I cry no more for you.
I cry no more for anything else.
I cry, NO MORE.
Never again.

I am incapable of crying any more.
And its all your fault.
You turned me against you.
Its all your doing.
Look no further, its not anyone else.
Its you.
Yes, you.
Look what you've done, tuning me out.
Look what I've resorted to doing.
The only person I can pour out my sorrows to is my blog.
MY BLOG.
My tears dried up long ago, my heart hardened with it, too.
You've turned me into a emotionless, heartless, cruel, monster.
I care for nothing no more.
Never again.
You're not worth it.
Not worth crying for.

Best friends NO MORE.

Waka waka

Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka waka eh eh
Tsamina mina Zangalewa
Cus this is Africa

Oh

I am back in JB. Bought so many books that I ran out of shelf space. Looking forward to school tomorrow :)

Mmmmmm

I'm enjoying green tea snow ice while surfing the web. :) all my worries have temporarily dissapeared. Yay me!

Disregard

I'm still in Ipoh. It is a sanctuary of zen, boredom, and chaos.

Zen because I don't need to worry about my homework. Because frankly who does their homework on vacation. And anyway when I got back from camp I went to KL straightaway, not sparing no time for decent packing or anything else so how do you expect me to sort out painstakingly my various scattered scraps of paper within like 5 minutes and bring them here? I have, at least to me, a vary valid excuse.

Boredom, because it is pretty boring. No communication with the outside world. No phone calls because I'm so lazy I won't sit at the table for half an hour talking, due to the lack of wireless phones here. Which means no talking to friends. It might be helpful to know that I phone call at least 3 times a day with each call lasting on average 15 minutes on an average daily basis. So, you get the big picture.

Chaos, because what do you expect from 3 younger cousins mixed with your siblings facing each other 24/7 with practically nothing to do other than play the Wii until it malfunctioned?

Thank goodness for my books an the World Wide Web, I can entertain myself in my own company, thanks very much.

Yesterday, I had a weird dream. It involves somebody's birthday and going to school in plastic gloves and blood? I have a very vivid imagination.

And alas there is nothing more to blog about. What a fascinating life I have here.

I just caught

I just caught Toy Story 3. It was the first show of the first day, which means I got to watch it FIRST, and I can tell you firsthand that the movie is good. And when I say good, I really mean, good. For Toy Story 1 and 2 fans, you don't wanna miss it. For those who didn't watch the previous movies, I recommend it, too.

Today during breakfast at Ipoh Garden my mum pointed put some random man sitting at the table behind us and told me: that was the doctor who delivered you. I was like, okay.. I mean, how weird is that?

Caught in the whirlpool

I, Celine Choong, hereby admit that:

1. I'm not in Mexico, Lydia.
2. I do not have time to do my folios until school reopens. I'm sorry, teacher.
3. I'm a bookhogger.
4. My English is detoriating. Hey wait, you already know this.
5. What you people keep teasing me about, I wish was true. But it's a little too late to dream about it now, is it?
6. I'm a sucker for all sweet things.
7. I love Oreos. If it isn't obvious enough already.
8. If I don't control how much I eat, I'd be overweight already. I have the urge to eat at every 1 1/2 hour interval.
9. I love shopping.

And last but not least,

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Enter backspace

Things have changed between us. That much I can figure. Things are just somehow.. Different, in a way I don't know how to put. You'd never admit it, of course, nor would I if questioned by someone else. You don't tell me things anymore. Why? Why did I spent the better half of the year hanging around you when I could've moved on and found someone else? Why did I stay, like a puppy, faithfully by your side? Because there's always a reason. The reason? Because I need you. I need you to constantly remind me of the reality, and not get too carried away in the fantasy land I'm living in, where there's always a tomorrow and where I don't keep track of things. You might not tell me things anymore, but you're still my confidante, the one I think of ringing first whenever there is news. You are my tutor, and anything I don't know how to do, I will go to you. You are the best friend I would ever want. Yet you don't realise that, and you neglect me, ignore me, use me. You continue seeking favour in the company of others, when all you need to do is to turn around and look. I'll be there. I'm the one who is always lurking in the background, waiting for you to notice me, though you never did. You're always looking for project partners, always overlooking what is just in front of you. I'd always obligingly do whatever you asked me to, because I like to please you, and I'd long ago give up expecting gratitude, because you never gave me any. I always trusted you, yet nowadays I'm not sure whether I do, anymore, something's changed, an our friendship changed with it. And I want our old friendship back. The days when we could just have fun. Not worry. Share secrets without fearing that our secrets would leak out. Feel contented in each other's company, something that's been lacking for a while now. I feel underappreciated, yet I can't bring myself to leave you, to move on. I still need you.

Adapted from Celine's random inspirations that just come to mind and stays there until being released somewhere. However lousy it is, DO NOT COPY. thank you.

Singapore

I must very much expect my holidays to be packed, and then I'll have no time to do my homework.

I just came back from SJS superb sleepover yesterday, and then today I went for shopping in Singapore, and then tomorrow I'm going to CS popular bookfair with a few people (classified information :P) an then Friday I'm going for camp until Sunday, and straight after that it's KL and Ipoh for me till school reopens. Totally no time for three folios? Yes. You betcha. I could die of a packed schedule.

It hurts

The sleepover was a blast. More pics soon (maybe?) or just go to facebook.

You said yourself, you don't tell me things anymore. So you've decided to exclude me now. What happened between us? What changed? You know who you are. Yes, it's you. Can you at least tell me why? It hurts, you know.

Officially home alone

I'm at home alone. And there's a dead milipede in my kitchen. Ants are currently eating the milipede. Well, at least that settles their lunch. I have no lunch and have to order McDonalds, which may or may not layan me because the last time I called, they asked for my parents. Its so illogical, what, you think every non-adult who calls for McDelivery is pulling a prank? Some people really have to eat, you know, and you're the reason they might be starving.

Not to mention the last two times I called for Pizza delivery my call was rejected (its not my fault they don't know how to spell "Tze Huey" right? They should take chinese name spelling lessons) because I got fed up with them saying Sorry? and Pardon? And stuff like that, right?

All said, making calls for delivery should be left to pros like Venessa Yong because people like her have good grown up voices. My grown up voice, well, lets just say it probably sounds like constipation.

Home alone is nothing to be sad about, I get the TV, the computer, the Wii, and the house to myself. And there's no one to boss me about so I can do whatever I want, which includes waking up at 11 and skipping breakfast to blog. I'mma order extra filling McD lunch later. And also, there is peace and quietness and no bratty brothers annoying and irritating you whenever you are within range of sight.

And I don't think its gonna be boring at all because I have the World Wide Web to accompany me, not to mention the dead milipede in the kitchen, and I could just use the phone to call anyone anytime, and I have to pack for the sleepover tomorrow (AHHHHH I CAN'T WAIT) and I have to sort out my bursting wardrobe, and I also have to wash my shoes, etcetra stcetra. Goodbye.

On the balloon cloud.

The exams are OVER.
Time for superblog revival.
THE EXAMS ARE OVER!
Gonna be very busy the next few days.
Outings, shopping trips, church camp, and the highlight of the holidays, SLEEPOVER!
Come, people. The more the merrier.
I'm gonna be the official photographer of the event.
I'm to high to blog. All I think of is fun fun fun.
And my anchor, as I like to call her, reminds me that I have 3 folios to pass up after the holidays. SHOOT.
On the balloon cloud now. This is how I'd like to enjoy life.

Ciao.

But oh

Yo.

Yesterday's PJ was fun!! I'd rate it 4  outta 5. For those of you who were there, you know what I'm talking about. For those who weren't, you missed out! It was so fun. Almost all of us got wet. It just rained and we were like splashing water onto each other. People from other classes were just gawking at us and thinking we were mad, but it was all good fun. 2A, we are SO doing this again.

Today was choir MSSM closing ceremony. I got buddies up with Eunice, (finally) and we got to watch the last few events. Sarawak was the winner with 59 medals in total, Johor was the runner up!

Ciao.

Hmd

Mummy, happy mother's day. You're the BEST! ILY. 

Neh Huh

I keep thinking that today is a Sunday, hence the typo in my last post. Because if I were to go to school tomorrow at friggin' 7 in the morning, I'd be the only dumb ass attending for non-existent Sunday librarian duty, whom the AJK harian is the Ghost.

Anyway, ballet today was okay, and if this keeps on, I'm gonna take back my words from the last post. Teacher didn't yell at anyone today. Must be in a very good mood. But there will still be extra class on Tuesday, which I so don't want to go to. No, I want to sit Looi's car go home. :-(

My condolences to the family and friends of Jia Qi, former fellow ballerina, who passed away last Saturday due to brain cancer. RIP, friend.

You know, I feel the only reason I'm blogging is to keep in touch with my so-called "creative writing" ability, if I really happen to have one. Because if I try creative writing like this in any of the essays back in school it will really backfire and I'm gonna go so off track that if I was writing about a gotong royong it will probably turn into, people who form mobs in front of plastic making factories and protest to them about making more bio-degradable plastic bags, or something. And when I write in my diary (Yes, I do own a diary, albeit a digital one in my iPod, which has a password on it so you can't look and yes Kaye Linn I already changed the password so don't you even THINK about peeking) I kinda just use Singlish.

And tomorrow I'm going to the optician to check for astigmatism because everything looks shiny and slightly blurry to me and I can't think of any other explanation. Oh, there's always an explanation. And I'll tell you what it is. You're currently floating on Cloud 9, hence your vision is temporarily tinted with glitter, which explains your current vison defects. Am I right? No, you're wrong, you stupid little random voice at the back of my head. Get lost. *poof*

Okay, you read the last paragraph again and tell me if I'm not outta my mind. I'm talking to myself. But then again, is it very suprising to be outta my mind? My friends are driving me crazy. When are you gonna ask, when you gonna ask? ELS is driving me crazy. And I mean the club which I am the president of, Alyssa, not the person. My results are in jeapordy. Is it really that suprising that I've gone nuts? Wasn't I the nuts person from day one? "kacang putih! kacang segar! Siapa nak beli kacang? Buy one free one!"

I get it that one whole week my blog is dead, and then another I post three posts. I'm crazy, I tell you. Indefinitely.

And now it is time for me to report back to the Tampoi Mental Hospital. Good bye.

Bye.

Nard

I'm telling you, there is no way you'll be able to find Hershey's Cookies and Creme chocolate in Jusco. Sure, there are the Kisses, but I'm not interested in those.

I do not look forward to weekends. Weekends mean ballet, and I officially hate ballet. You just basically get shouted at by your teacher for two hours and she expects you to put on a cheerful face while she is yelling at you. Talk about poker face.

And the worse place you can have your ballet exam is the Princess Elizabeth School for the mute, deaf and blind. Because we're having our ballet exam in the badminton court. How sad.

Anyway, happy advanced birthday, raneesha. I don't think I'll be blogging much after this due to tedious exams.

Librarian duty tomorrow. Neh.

Monolouge

Crazy tired lmao blah blah blah whatever hah.

I'm lagging behind on my homework. Ah-bviously what were you doing these past few days huh? Oh, that. Erm, watching TV?

And what were you doing in school whole day for the whole week huh? Oh, singing retard kiddy songs and changing song lyrics? And obsessing over --- and just having a good time with my friends?

So when are you gonna start cracking on your homework? Soon, don't worry, soon. Right now, I'm busy looking for sites to download free music. Noob, I am one, I know. But I hate virus, so Limewire or whatever is out. 4shared? Maybe.

Oh, and how was the ELS BOD meeting today? Oh, fascinating. There were so much to discuss, ah, yes. We have decided to do --- for next week, but this strictly PRIVATE and CONFIDENTIAL super classified top secret information cannot be revealed here, so eat your heart out.

And what did you do on Thursday? Went school in the morning, choir, Foon Yew 2. ( fyi my primary school for those of you who don't already know). Got buddied up with Sara. Brushed up the kiddos for Terengganu Kita. Creepy FY2 girl keep stalking me now that was creepy and I know it was a bit cruel but I had to resort to ignoring her and keeping a safe distance from her to get her to stop.

Anything interesting happened today? Oh yes i mabe Rachel tie a shoelace around her waist like a belt so people especially seniors would keep staring at her. And there was also one around her hair but that was her own idea.

And I just called Looi Shyn Ru which I think is asleep as she didn't bothered answering the phone so the questions that I want to ask her will have to go unanswered until forever.

And should I also tell you guys about my dream? Okay no its not that public. Someday, I might post it, but not now, not now.

Bye, paparazzi.

April

Updates, as requested by Fuan and Aly.

Today, as the title up there probably says, is the 3rd of April.

You know, i had one hell of an April Fool's Day, and you can't imagine what sort of jokes people (ahem, LOOI) prank on me, and I'm not gonna even start elaborating, because to me its NOT FUNNY. At all.

And oh, I pranked lotsa people.

And oh, I gotta go.

What a Day

I'm back. And I'm gonna blog about it.

I have read my own blog a few times before (okay who doesn't) and I am aware that almost everything I blog about is unlogical, unlikely, and ununderstandable, and only decodable by fellow crapsters e.g Kaye Linn.

So, for this post, I'm gonna put extra effort to make it easy for everyone to read, because the reason we write things in blogs and not in diaries is because everyone can read it, so it is not limited to the eyes of those who has my diary password only (my soft toys).

Okay, you see? I was crapping again. Being the lazy person that I am, I won't waste my time deleting the whole previous paragraph, though I know I could just highlight the whole thing and press delete.

Anyway, the first 2 words of the first paragraph states that "I'm back." Back from where, back from doing what, is what today's post will (hopefully) be all about.

You know, by telling you all these I am giving out classified information: my Sunday routine so I hope no stalkers read my blog.

Okay, I usually start my Sundays by waking up (okay lame I know) and by going for ballet. And so I did just that, and then instead of heading to church like I always do, I went to June's grandparents' home (most of you who read this blog don't even KNOW who June is, I'll bet) and I took a shower, and June took a shower, and Jane took a shower, and then we ate something, and then Aunt Lynn took us in her Beamer to Singapore!

But without the aid of a GPS we only arrived at Victoria theatre at about, 1:30, I guess. And the worse thing is that there was no parking there. So we had to ask for directions, since we are dumb ass foreigners and all, and we ended up parking at this place called Adelphi Plaza or something like that. And we could only park at B4 or B5 because guess what B2 and B3 were only for season parkers. Like what? And the worse part was there was no lift there and we had to hike the stairs from B5 to Ground floor, yes, so it was fortunate I wore sneakers and pants, not a miniskirt or something. And then we discovered that Adelphi was a dead place, so we crossed the street to another place to get something to eat. At this point we were so ravenous we didn't care where we ate, but when I suggested McDonalds nobody paid any attention to me. So we went to this food court place where it was so crowded and corrupted that the air smelt like grease, fried food and stale fart mixed up, and we quickly got outta there and ended up in this Myanmar restaurant. The food there was okay, except it wasn't anyone's type, so the five individual dishes that we ordered kept getting exchanged around and around, and my Myanmar "Skalkaya 'bird's nest' drink" turned out to be nothing more than Bandung and crushed jelly. So as not to hurt the cook's feelings, I tried to conceal the yucky Bandung (I LOATHE bandung, mind you) and the gross bandung flavoured jelly in various leftover food, such as mixing the jelly up in the fried rice, pouring corpious (LOOI!) amount of bandung into the soup, smearing a thin layer on the table, etc.(Does this remind you of Mr Bean?) Maybe you think I'm gross, but hey, its just a bit of childish fun, and I'm sure Alyssa will agree with me.

Anyway, the main point of coming to Singapore this time was to watch Giselle, a Ballet of sorts, of 1 and 3/4 hours, and it was a beautiful ballet indeed, telling a romantic love story, something I cannot (or am lazy to) describe or take pictures of, because if I remember correctly there was something about "USAGE OF CAMERAS AND CAMCORDERS STRICTLY PROHIBITED". Okay I couldn't care less of course, I slept through the whole thing. Jkjkjkjk.

The sad thing is although we spent the better half of the day in Singapore, we didn't go to Ochard Road at all! I bet my mum is brokenhearted. We spent the evening jamming the whole way home.

That's all, I guess. Enjoy my 'misadventures'.

hello

I'm gonna skip blogging about sports day, skip exam, which I sucked at, and jump to...
THE FUTURE.

Okay, actually that's just an excuse not to blog because I can't predict the future, can I?

Anyway, I am very malas to blog, no mood today, bye!

:D

Angpow?

People tell me about your angpow collection! How many angpows? I wanna hear it all from you. I have very less this year because I did not go "bai nian-ing".

Anyway Alyssa the next bit of bloggation is just for you!
I say it's just for Alyssa because only me and her will understand what I'm gonna type next. Of course, all of you are invited to read too.

Remember one day I was fetching you home? And then I was choosing between the "New York" white shirt and the blasted "I NY" red tee? I chose the white one in the end because ehk-hem... You know la. BUT.. When I called June to thank her for the tees she said the "I NY" tee was a girl cut tee. So what could I do? Well, you know the answer to that. And as I am typing this to you, I am wearing the exact mentioned red tee right now...
I NY? I NY is more like it..

Alyssa after you have finished reading this please comment in my cbox..

BTW I am in Old Town Kopitiam right now waiting for my hot lava ice cream which has yet to arrived.

My gosh it's so burning hot in Ipoh.
Did I mention that my cousin said i was hot?
Yep. No kidding.

More updates,
Later.
Celine

TSOP

I am waiting for my cha soba to arrive so I shall blog while waiting.

FYI I am going to ****'s house for a super T.S.O.P.

And I have been so busy these days that I don't have any time to blog.

And my cbox is pretty much dead beyond resuscitation so please contribute!

Anyway, lydia's birthday is just around the corner and I don't think I shall blog again before that so HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA! May your 14th be memorable! Don't worry you'll get lots of presents! 

Shortie

I only can write a short one, I am in old town and am supposed to eat breakfast. It is so sad that the sultan has passed away and even more sad that all school
Activities are canceled for the week. Means no ELS and to think I already bought the prizes too!