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.