Shengy?
You made me think a lot recently.
Probably more than how much I thought about my EE.
When you asked me some pretty hardcore life questions the other day, I was kinda joking around. I mean. Not many people come up to me and ask me questions like:
"Janet. What is your passion in life?"
"Do you believe you'll ever find love?"
And just today, this is what is predicted for an Aries:
"If you are single, it would be a good idea to contemplate your love interest and think about the future."
What kind of coincidence is that?
A timely one, I must say.
But it got me thinking. That's for sure.
I'll try to answer those questions seriously now.
Truth to be told, I am a blank piece of paper.
A piece of paper put through a shredder and placed in a windstorm.
I want to try everything and find a career that I really like.
I want to know. I want my own feelings to tell me where to go.
However, my feelings are not doing shit for me right now.
I was completely serious about bartending.
I don't mind living a mediocre life.
But expectations prevail. I am expected, or rather, destined to become something more than a bartender.
I don't think I should pursue it professionally. Maybe I could do it part time. Maybe.
I don't have a passion. I want to live alone. Far away from my parents. From everything.
"Do you ever think you'll find someone who can change your mind about that?"
No.
I think I'll find someone who will make me think that I have.
But love's pretty cruel you know?
I mean, I'm only 17, and I probably don't even know what it's like yet.
What we feel now... Aren't these feeling just lust? Need? Want?
Hormonal rages that all teenagers feel?
The need to be needed by somebody else?
Then why does it hurt?
You think a broken heart is just a figure of speech. But it's true. My chest hurts. There's this sinking feeling where my heart is. It's broken.
Haha. You'd like to think I said that. But I didn't. I took it from somewhere else.
It's true though.
Let's go all TOK with this.
1) We know from experience.
2) I've experienced that being infatuated with someone may be a good thing. It gives you a good feeling inside.
3) But it also hurts.
It hurts like putting razor blades through my eyes so I don't have to see those faces again.
4) Conclusion: why sacrifice so much to only be hurt as a consequence? Precisely. You shouldn't.
When feelings are toyed with, wouldn't you want to defenestrate those feelings?
And guess what?
I. Don't. Believe. Love's. Worth. It.
Better to bottle it up, create less hassle, and throw it into the ocean.
If someone finds that bottle one day, the contents discovered, it wouldn't matter anymore.
A new bottle would be floating out there somewhere.
No one knows who or what or when or why.
Except that I pollute the ocean with bottles.
Maybe I could make these bottles edible to marine life.
So to answer your questions.
I don't have a passion in life. Or rather. Too many passions.
I don't believe I'll ever find anything to my definition of love.
I don't believe anyone can change my mind about this.
Friday, 7 December 2012
Sunday, 25 November 2012
The Exciting, Dress Shopping Adventure of a Girl who Hates Dresses
When I agreed to go dress shopping, or dress hunting as I call it, with my mother on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, I slapped myself.
It's like agreeing to dip your hand into toxic waste and see whether you actually get superpowers or not.
It could end up really well. Or really bad.
I got into the car with my mum and she asked me where I wanted to go. It was around 3pm and I haven't had lunch, so I said anywhere with food. So she drove me to a clothes shop called Le Ann Maxima or something.Which makes sense in mother logic, because a clothes shop totally has food for a hungry teenager.
We go in and start looking around. I make a circle around the shop and came back to my mother, who has moved, like, 2 metres. I said, there's nothing here, let's go. She said, impossible, this shop is massive. So we spent about an hour there. She found a dress for me to try on, and stuffed me into the dressing room. I looked at the dress and my eyes immediately narrowed at it. I didn't like it very much.
I put it on, zipped it up, and looked in the mirror. I tapped the mirror to make sure it wasn't a two way mirror. I'm paranoid like that. Then some woman outside startled me.
"Hey miss! Miss! I got more dresses for you! Can come inside?"
"No."
"Oh, okay! I wait. Do you need help?"
"No."
I scrutinised myself, then poked my head out from the dressing room. There was a tiny lady with the name tag: Kelly, and an armful of clothes standing outside. I asked for my mother.
She gave me the armful of clothes and I tried to push it back at her. What the fuck. Do people usually stuff clothes at customers in a clothes shop?
Oh wait. I guess they would.
My mum went trigger happy without me next to her to shoot down all her suggestions.
I was stuck in the dressing room. The dresses kept coming.
Kelly was not helping me in any way.
My mother has horrible tastes. Kelly had slightly better ones.
Nevertheless.
I had a pretty hard time in that little dressing room.
Not accustomed to wearing dresses, I would get into a dress, get my mother's opinion on it, express my own (which is usually "It's ugly." or "I don't like it."), then get out of the dress.
I had trouble getting in and out of the dresses. Are they supposed to go over your head? Or are you supposed to step in them?
I got stuck in a dress so many times I lost count.
I usually got into them okay, but when it comes to taking them off...
It would get stuck around my shoulders or around my hips.
On my first dress, I sat on the floor and thought of a rational way to take the dress off without just ripping it off me. Then I realised I had a zipper on the side. Aha.
I rejected every dress. They were just. Not very nice. But then I don't think any dress looks nice.
I finally persuaded my mum to leave and as we were about to leave, she sees this dress that has somehow managed to slip past her gaze. That is pretty darn impressive, because I was sure my mother has touched all the dresses in the shop.
She quickly grabbed the dress, all excited, then turns to me saying "WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE?? IT LOOKS SO NICE!"
Well. She said that in Chinese, but yeah.
I looked at it.
The bottom of the skirt was black, then slowing, going up the dress towards the top, the black turned into little, scattered shapes. There were small, dark butterflies sewn all over that dress.
I laughed. My date would love this.
I said no, and walked out.
I finally got some chow at Gurney and we went to go hunt down more dresses.
The next five shops ended the same as the first one did.
I hate shopping. Much less, dress shopping.
My adventure thus ended for the day. Without a dress. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
On the up side, there's a new ice cream shop in Gurney.
Yeah.
Jyen, you're probably going to need a new date if this doesn't turn out well.
It's like agreeing to dip your hand into toxic waste and see whether you actually get superpowers or not.
It could end up really well. Or really bad.
I got into the car with my mum and she asked me where I wanted to go. It was around 3pm and I haven't had lunch, so I said anywhere with food. So she drove me to a clothes shop called Le Ann Maxima or something.Which makes sense in mother logic, because a clothes shop totally has food for a hungry teenager.
We go in and start looking around. I make a circle around the shop and came back to my mother, who has moved, like, 2 metres. I said, there's nothing here, let's go. She said, impossible, this shop is massive. So we spent about an hour there. She found a dress for me to try on, and stuffed me into the dressing room. I looked at the dress and my eyes immediately narrowed at it. I didn't like it very much.
I put it on, zipped it up, and looked in the mirror. I tapped the mirror to make sure it wasn't a two way mirror. I'm paranoid like that. Then some woman outside startled me.
"Hey miss! Miss! I got more dresses for you! Can come inside?"
"No."
"Oh, okay! I wait. Do you need help?"
"No."
I scrutinised myself, then poked my head out from the dressing room. There was a tiny lady with the name tag: Kelly, and an armful of clothes standing outside. I asked for my mother.
She gave me the armful of clothes and I tried to push it back at her. What the fuck. Do people usually stuff clothes at customers in a clothes shop?
Oh wait. I guess they would.
My mum went trigger happy without me next to her to shoot down all her suggestions.
I was stuck in the dressing room. The dresses kept coming.
Kelly was not helping me in any way.
My mother has horrible tastes. Kelly had slightly better ones.
Nevertheless.
I had a pretty hard time in that little dressing room.
Not accustomed to wearing dresses, I would get into a dress, get my mother's opinion on it, express my own (which is usually "It's ugly." or "I don't like it."), then get out of the dress.
I had trouble getting in and out of the dresses. Are they supposed to go over your head? Or are you supposed to step in them?
I got stuck in a dress so many times I lost count.
I usually got into them okay, but when it comes to taking them off...
It would get stuck around my shoulders or around my hips.
On my first dress, I sat on the floor and thought of a rational way to take the dress off without just ripping it off me. Then I realised I had a zipper on the side. Aha.
I rejected every dress. They were just. Not very nice. But then I don't think any dress looks nice.
I finally persuaded my mum to leave and as we were about to leave, she sees this dress that has somehow managed to slip past her gaze. That is pretty darn impressive, because I was sure my mother has touched all the dresses in the shop.
She quickly grabbed the dress, all excited, then turns to me saying "WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE?? IT LOOKS SO NICE!"
Well. She said that in Chinese, but yeah.
I looked at it.
The bottom of the skirt was black, then slowing, going up the dress towards the top, the black turned into little, scattered shapes. There were small, dark butterflies sewn all over that dress.
I laughed. My date would love this.
I said no, and walked out.
I finally got some chow at Gurney and we went to go hunt down more dresses.
The next five shops ended the same as the first one did.
I hate shopping. Much less, dress shopping.
My adventure thus ended for the day. Without a dress. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
On the up side, there's a new ice cream shop in Gurney.
Yeah.
Jyen, you're probably going to need a new date if this doesn't turn out well.
Monday, 19 November 2012
Trains
Choices.
1. I would let the train run over 4 people. Wisdom from a 15 year old today.If you don't do anything, they can hardly blame you. And those 4 people are dumb fucks.
Would you really watch a train come, and then allow it to hit you?
Oh look, Bob! A train! Let's just keep working. It will totally hit us, but we need to work. Our contract states that we need to risk our lives to fix railway tracks. Yus.
2. I would totally let that train run over my mother. I think she would be proud of herself if she knew that she saved 4 people. She would also be extremely pissed at me for pulling the lever, but by then, that hardly matters anymore.
But in all seriousness. Utilitarianism for the win.
3. I would also shove that fat guy off the bridge to stop the train from running over four people. Yes. This totally contradicts my first choice. But once again. Wisdom from a 15 year old.
Wouldn't it be... quite fun to shove that obese kid off a bridge? Society doesn't need someone that fat anyway. And I think, instead of putting me in jail, they'll give me a title of justice, exterminating the obese in return for quadruple healthy lives. Utilitarianism. For. The. Win.
It is quite interesting how most little kids love their mothers, and are not afraid to kill fat men to save lives.
I applaud them.
1. I would let the train run over 4 people. Wisdom from a 15 year old today.If you don't do anything, they can hardly blame you. And those 4 people are dumb fucks.
Would you really watch a train come, and then allow it to hit you?
Oh look, Bob! A train! Let's just keep working. It will totally hit us, but we need to work. Our contract states that we need to risk our lives to fix railway tracks. Yus.
2. I would totally let that train run over my mother. I think she would be proud of herself if she knew that she saved 4 people. She would also be extremely pissed at me for pulling the lever, but by then, that hardly matters anymore.
But in all seriousness. Utilitarianism for the win.
3. I would also shove that fat guy off the bridge to stop the train from running over four people. Yes. This totally contradicts my first choice. But once again. Wisdom from a 15 year old.
Wouldn't it be... quite fun to shove that obese kid off a bridge? Society doesn't need someone that fat anyway. And I think, instead of putting me in jail, they'll give me a title of justice, exterminating the obese in return for quadruple healthy lives. Utilitarianism. For. The. Win.
It is quite interesting how most little kids love their mothers, and are not afraid to kill fat men to save lives.
I applaud them.
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
10.10.12
I've always found these dates kinda cool.
Happy Birthday, Jyen :D
If I'd known you in 2010, I would have danced around you the whole day going "YOUR BIRTHDAY IS SO FREAKING AWESOME THIS YEAR."
Just because of the date. Not because of you. Okay, maybe you.
I did that to a friend last year on 11.11.11
She was very annoyed and refused to return my calls.
I'm just slightly crushed every time I think about 04.04.04, because then it would have been pretty awesome for me too. But due to the fact that I was only 9 years old, I didn't recognise the importance and pattern of the date. Damn you, 9 year old me.
Okay, okay. Get this. Your horoscope today says that "Your imagination might try to convince you to pull such sneaky maneuvers, and you may be tempted. Don't deceive yourself."
Tut tut. Your imagination might say it's okay to publicly grope someone else's left boob and allow you to think "Hey, what the heck. GO FOR IT." but come on. At least ask for permission first.
If sexual harassment is something you can do when you're 19, then I want to be 19 too. Heh. I keed.
Anyway, this is the last piece of memo of your birthday that I'll leave. I can't quite find another device to say Happy Birthday on except for that sky writing plane. It's a shame Penang doesn't have a company that does that.
I hope you have a wonderful year.
Maybe go Latin dance. Learn the alphabet. Touch a butterfly. Instagram a dead animal. Control your boob grabbing urges. Stay awesome.
I don't know, but I have a feeling that we could all accomplish a lot this year :)
Happy Birthday, Jyen :D
If I'd known you in 2010, I would have danced around you the whole day going "YOUR BIRTHDAY IS SO FREAKING AWESOME THIS YEAR."
Just because of the date. Not because of you. Okay, maybe you.
I did that to a friend last year on 11.11.11
She was very annoyed and refused to return my calls.
I'm just slightly crushed every time I think about 04.04.04, because then it would have been pretty awesome for me too. But due to the fact that I was only 9 years old, I didn't recognise the importance and pattern of the date. Damn you, 9 year old me.
Okay, okay. Get this. Your horoscope today says that "Your imagination might try to convince you to pull such sneaky maneuvers, and you may be tempted. Don't deceive yourself."
Tut tut. Your imagination might say it's okay to publicly grope someone else's left boob and allow you to think "Hey, what the heck. GO FOR IT." but come on. At least ask for permission first.
If sexual harassment is something you can do when you're 19, then I want to be 19 too. Heh. I keed.
Anyway, this is the last piece of memo of your birthday that I'll leave. I can't quite find another device to say Happy Birthday on except for that sky writing plane. It's a shame Penang doesn't have a company that does that.
I hope you have a wonderful year.
Maybe go Latin dance. Learn the alphabet. Touch a butterfly. Instagram a dead animal. Control your boob grabbing urges. Stay awesome.
I don't know, but I have a feeling that we could all accomplish a lot this year :)
Sunday, 7 October 2012
October
It's always interesting to learn new things about your friends on a daily basis.
Despite knowing them for so long, there's always something more that you don't know.
Anyway, she's right. It has come to my attention that there are a lot, and I mean a lot, of October babies.
Whether that's because the parents planned it because they like October, or they were just very, very frisky during Christmas. Or New Year's. Whichever. And it makes sense, I guess.
I'm really bored.
But it's still not enough to motivate me to do my homework.
I lost my bio crosswords yet again.
TOK makes no sense.
English is... never appealing to do.
I don't feel like revising Equilibria.
I've never felt lazier in my life.
Saturday, 22 September 2012
I have returned.
Yeah. That's right. I'm back. I wonder how long it'll take for you to notice this. You know what? That made me laugh. You know why? Because I bet she doesn't know what the heck "transcendence" or "crack-a-lacking" means. She'll probably think they're insults. Hah. Now give me back what you have of mine. Or else. Dun dun dun.
Friday, 21 September 2012
The Little Things
Two days in a row.
I should get a prize for this.
So many enjoyable conversations today.
It's actually surprising how fluorescent yellow pee can be funny.
And oh how innocent Shengy is sometimes.
Dinner was fun too.
A pity we couldn't find Steph after dinner.
We just lost her in that crowd.
Such a shame too. We weren't that bad at people spotting.
And balloons hurt when they attack your head unexpectedly.
Sometimes a nail is involved too, but we're not allowed to say
"You nailed me", because somehow, it has a different connotation.
Learn something new everyday.
Jeez, Morgie.
I'm never looking after Jyen for you again.
I mean, come on. She's had previous bodily harm records against me.
Tonight, she was armed with a balloon.
A balloon.
I know you said sharing is caring, but you can have her :)
I'll just borrow her when I need her.
(Probably when she doesn't have a balloon)
I'll also get rid of that photo-bomber for you guys.
Make that picture right, yo.
Also we kinda found out today that we're all lesbians...
Which is a bit discomforting (for all but one of us I presume?)
but there are worse things in life.
Like fluorescent yellow pee.
I don't see how you pee in the dark, but I guess it's easier if you're a girl.
I needed this break.
The little things that you guys do just brightens up my day.
Hey buddy. No matter what my mum's silly, immature antics are, and when they arise
I'd still do it.
And it's all nice and peaceful when she's not talking to me after taking my phone and going through my messages anyway.
I think she was a lil' pissed that she didn't find anything to use against me.
Teehee.
Janet:1 Mum:0
I win!
One year left people. Let's make the best out of this.
I should get a prize for this.
So many enjoyable conversations today.
It's actually surprising how fluorescent yellow pee can be funny.
And oh how innocent Shengy is sometimes.
Dinner was fun too.
A pity we couldn't find Steph after dinner.
We just lost her in that crowd.
Such a shame too. We weren't that bad at people spotting.
And balloons hurt when they attack your head unexpectedly.
Sometimes a nail is involved too, but we're not allowed to say
"You nailed me", because somehow, it has a different connotation.
Learn something new everyday.
Jeez, Morgie.
I'm never looking after Jyen for you again.
I mean, come on. She's had previous bodily harm records against me.
Tonight, she was armed with a balloon.
A balloon.
I know you said sharing is caring, but you can have her :)
I'll just borrow her when I need her.
(Probably when she doesn't have a balloon)
I'll also get rid of that photo-bomber for you guys.
Make that picture right, yo.
Also we kinda found out today that we're all lesbians...
Which is a bit discomforting (for all but one of us I presume?)
but there are worse things in life.
Like fluorescent yellow pee.
I don't see how you pee in the dark, but I guess it's easier if you're a girl.
I needed this break.
The little things that you guys do just brightens up my day.
Hey buddy. No matter what my mum's silly, immature antics are, and when they arise
I'd still do it.
And it's all nice and peaceful when she's not talking to me after taking my phone and going through my messages anyway.
I think she was a lil' pissed that she didn't find anything to use against me.
Teehee.
Janet:1 Mum:0
I win!
One year left people. Let's make the best out of this.
Thursday, 20 September 2012
Demand
Is this a demand for posts I see?
It felt like just yesterday that I wrote a blogpost :P
I don't have a lot to say really...
Group 4's going pretty well. I finally finished my EE, practice IOC, German paragraphs, Chemistry write-up and all the minor little things.
The stress is off, but I am sick.
I would come home and smush myself into the sofa and stay there for a couple of hours.
Then I would do homework.
That routine is not good guys. Not good.
I am coughing worse than before. There's probably several periods of fevers and I'm just physically tired all the time.
That's why I haven't really updated this thing, because nothing much has happened since I got sick.
Well...
Yeah, there's the prefects' camp. Oh the prefects' camp.
Luciano's thought process:
1. Let's go for a 4 hour drive + an extra hour of boat ride! All that for just one bloody night. Don't forget the return trip! Which took longer because it was a Saturday evening. Whose bright schedule was that?
2. After we get there, let's all sit and be emo and talk about our feelings. For... let's see... 2 hours? I think that's enough. Let's go break some sticks!
Me: Really? We couldn't have chatted anywhere else other than Belum? Flying 5 fricking hours away from Penang? Our designated "special prefects' talk" area has to be there?
3. Oh yeah... There's that idea that I used with that therapy group with the messed up kids to express themselves. Let's all be vulnerable towards each other!
Me: Was this confidential too? Something about professionalism? We act this way because we are "elite"? That's bullshit. What was the point of that exercise? If you've done English literature long enough, you can apply it outside too. I put together some bricks and twigs and pebbles. Voila, life story. That's true bullshit.
4. These kids need to learn how to get out of difficult situations. Let's make them walk around pointlessly in a circle until they ask for help. Bitches love asking for help.
Me: Okay, I might be a bit biased here. This might not even be his idea, but it's pointless nonetheless. But if I have to talk about "how I feel" and "why I feel it" one more time...
I think being sick makes me pessimistic.
I lied. Being sick doesn't make me pessimistic. I'm always pessimistic.
I hope I wrote enough for a good read.
I'll add a little more.
Let's move on to the positive parts of the trip.
Kayaking was fun, thought I spent most of the time in the water. That water :)
Other than a slight mishap to my elbow (yeah, Jyen. Go throw somebody else onto a boat), the kayaking part was fun.
I'm running out of positive things.
Ohh. I know more guitar chords than before, and I can play a song. Hey guys. I can play a song on the guitar *Achievement Unlocked*
Proud moment. Thanks Kwango. Sashi. And Alice.
I think I enjoyed tuning the guitar and ukelele more than I enjoyed the talks. Nooooo. Damn. I went back to the dark side.
Positiveness. I slept in a fucking cold cabin with everyone else.
Let's try again. I didn't get to use my awesome yellow raincoat (GO PIKACHU RAINCOATS! Or whatever we're called. I forgot)
The bus leaked rainwater.
I found all parts of the trip and the trip itself unnecessary.
The song (sorry Morgie, and anyone else who actually liked the song), was dismal. I get more inspirations from lying down under a starry sky and falling asleep into an awesome dream. The power of dreams and imagination. English is really taking the fun out of everything. Now wherever I go, I analyse texts and become a semi-grammar Nazi.
We made fun of Sashi. Oh finally. Small burst of fun-ness.
I'm done. This is at least a month's worth.
Bryce. You have failed to update your page. I am very disappointed. I reckon you'd get at least one more like if you had.
Till the next post.
It felt like just yesterday that I wrote a blogpost :P
I don't have a lot to say really...
Group 4's going pretty well. I finally finished my EE, practice IOC, German paragraphs, Chemistry write-up and all the minor little things.
The stress is off, but I am sick.
I would come home and smush myself into the sofa and stay there for a couple of hours.
Then I would do homework.
That routine is not good guys. Not good.
I am coughing worse than before. There's probably several periods of fevers and I'm just physically tired all the time.
That's why I haven't really updated this thing, because nothing much has happened since I got sick.
Well...
Yeah, there's the prefects' camp. Oh the prefects' camp.
Luciano's thought process:
1. Let's go for a 4 hour drive + an extra hour of boat ride! All that for just one bloody night. Don't forget the return trip! Which took longer because it was a Saturday evening. Whose bright schedule was that?
2. After we get there, let's all sit and be emo and talk about our feelings. For... let's see... 2 hours? I think that's enough. Let's go break some sticks!
Me: Really? We couldn't have chatted anywhere else other than Belum? Flying 5 fricking hours away from Penang? Our designated "special prefects' talk" area has to be there?
3. Oh yeah... There's that idea that I used with that therapy group with the messed up kids to express themselves. Let's all be vulnerable towards each other!
Me: Was this confidential too? Something about professionalism? We act this way because we are "elite"? That's bullshit. What was the point of that exercise? If you've done English literature long enough, you can apply it outside too. I put together some bricks and twigs and pebbles. Voila, life story. That's true bullshit.
4. These kids need to learn how to get out of difficult situations. Let's make them walk around pointlessly in a circle until they ask for help. Bitches love asking for help.
Me: Okay, I might be a bit biased here. This might not even be his idea, but it's pointless nonetheless. But if I have to talk about "how I feel" and "why I feel it" one more time...
I think being sick makes me pessimistic.
I lied. Being sick doesn't make me pessimistic. I'm always pessimistic.
I hope I wrote enough for a good read.
I'll add a little more.
Let's move on to the positive parts of the trip.
Kayaking was fun, thought I spent most of the time in the water. That water :)
Other than a slight mishap to my elbow (yeah, Jyen. Go throw somebody else onto a boat), the kayaking part was fun.
I'm running out of positive things.
Ohh. I know more guitar chords than before, and I can play a song. Hey guys. I can play a song on the guitar *Achievement Unlocked*
Proud moment. Thanks Kwango. Sashi. And Alice.
I think I enjoyed tuning the guitar and ukelele more than I enjoyed the talks. Nooooo. Damn. I went back to the dark side.
Positiveness. I slept in a fucking cold cabin with everyone else.
Let's try again. I didn't get to use my awesome yellow raincoat (GO PIKACHU RAINCOATS! Or whatever we're called. I forgot)
The bus leaked rainwater.
I found all parts of the trip and the trip itself unnecessary.
The song (sorry Morgie, and anyone else who actually liked the song), was dismal. I get more inspirations from lying down under a starry sky and falling asleep into an awesome dream. The power of dreams and imagination. English is really taking the fun out of everything. Now wherever I go, I analyse texts and become a semi-grammar Nazi.
We made fun of Sashi. Oh finally. Small burst of fun-ness.
I'm done. This is at least a month's worth.
Bryce. You have failed to update your page. I am very disappointed. I reckon you'd get at least one more like if you had.
Till the next post.
Monday, 10 September 2012
POST MORE!
CAPSLOCK, as Bryce would say, is a wonderful invention.
And he's right about this blog. I should update this thing more.
Though, I didn't start this blog to de-stress or anything.
If you guys remember, it was to prove that I am not the owner of a certain other blog -______-
So I often forget I have this blog. Until Bryce reminded me.
Well I don't really have anything to say.
I have an English essay and a chemistry write up to do.
And it's 1am.
So I'm going to "hit the hay"
I'll try to post more.
Ohhh. And.
We shall commemorate the start of -0.
And.
The Half an Hour Late page better be... better by the next time I post.
Till then.
Hater #1
And he's right about this blog. I should update this thing more.
Though, I didn't start this blog to de-stress or anything.
If you guys remember, it was to prove that I am not the owner of a certain other blog -______-
So I often forget I have this blog. Until Bryce reminded me.
Well I don't really have anything to say.
I have an English essay and a chemistry write up to do.
And it's 1am.
So I'm going to "hit the hay"
I'll try to post more.
Ohhh. And.
We shall commemorate the start of -0.
And.
The Half an Hour Late page better be... better by the next time I post.
Till then.
Hater #1
Monday, 25 June 2012
The Hallucination of the Red Sky
Wow. I haven't been this sore since circuit training for EPE.
My shoulders ache and my right arm wouldn't stop spazzing out in class. It trembles just like Keara's hands :/
My dreams of becoming a surgeon. Shattered. Wait.
I meant my dreams of becoming a bartender. Shattered. How am I supposed to mixed drinks without dropping a glass if I have shaky hands?
Pffft. Screw surgeon-ing.
Those half lap push ups were amazing. Pumping blood into our heads and turning the sky red.
I know we only did like, 20 or 30 of them. But my arms are dead from swimming gala. I cannot take off or put on a shirt without feeling severe pain running down the sides of my body. But when you perform one of those actions, you have to do the other sooner or later. Of course, there's the pain bending down to retrieve my clothes off the floor. For someone who can hardly touch her toes, it's bloody fucking painful.
Triple pain served with a side of bruises and blindness.
What? Have I done English? Hah. No.
Is my mother pissed at me? Hah. Yes.
Isn't she always though?
I want to go home.
Go into boarding.
Something.
My brain's going into one of those "wtf brain?" moments.
Like the best way to jump off a building is to wear baggy clothes and shoes.
Baggy clothes because they flap around during the fall and shoes because it's cool. I think very few people hurl themselves of buildings with shoes on. I think they usually de-shoe themselves first.
Also.
I had another one of those moments when I felt like slamming a certain someone's head into the steering wheel or windshield while they're driving.
Oh damn. No use hiding it huh? Guess only one person drives me around. Speaking of which. I want a driver's license.
Also.
I think I'm tired. I thought about defenestrating paper airplanes, but I already got into trouble with the guards after blowing bubbles on my balcony. The guards are pretty uptight about what you can or cannot do on the balcony, but they seem to be completely fine with smoking there. Damn bastards.
Oh hey. We're leaving on Friday. Guess that's something to look forward to.
And the 2 English essays. And the Option D Evolution test. And the Econs IA.
I should go do some of that. Or set fire to the sky. I think the latter is easier.
Friday, 15 June 2012
Hurt: Part 2
I feel so hurt by you guys *chucks all my soft toys at the wall in frustration* :'(
I have feelings too.
It's not really a big thing, but I'm an emotional teenage girl.
And even if I wasn't there, don't talk about it in front of my face.
You sneaky bastards.
But it's okay. I had my revenge tonight.
Muahahahahahaha.
There we go. De-stress complete.
The world is on my side tonight and exams are over.
Just another 2 dastardly English essays, the practice IOC, and EE meeting, a CAS meeting, an Option D Evolution bio test, a German oral and selling fluff balls. Oh. And the swimming gala. And RIA. And Relay for Life.
Woohoo. We shall conquer this term. Let's go!
I have feelings too.
It's not really a big thing, but I'm an emotional teenage girl.
And even if I wasn't there, don't talk about it in front of my face.
You sneaky bastards.
But it's okay. I had my revenge tonight.
Muahahahahahaha.
There we go. De-stress complete.
The world is on my side tonight and exams are over.
Just another 2 dastardly English essays, the practice IOC, and EE meeting, a CAS meeting, an Option D Evolution bio test, a German oral and selling fluff balls. Oh. And the swimming gala. And RIA. And Relay for Life.
Woohoo. We shall conquer this term. Let's go!
Saturday, 28 April 2012
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Meine Freunde
What I told all of you not to get, but you guys still went and got a bunch of them anyway. What a lovely, jolly bunch of friends I have :)
My presents are wonderful. I'll attempt not to miss out anything:
You'd better be here, Jyen ;)
Fine fine. I'll post now. I won't get all sentimental. I'll go thank you all individually for the cards, because they're pretty damn awesome. Toodles!
My presents are wonderful. I'll attempt not to miss out anything:
- a shock gum. Teehee. Bryce's face when he took one.
- jackpot key chain. Thanks Kwango :)
- lollipop
- mini m&m's
- sushi stickers
- a lock for my locker. Yay!
- emo bandages
- llama llama llama llama llama llama llama llama ALPACA!
- bubble solution. Was never really a fan of it. Until today. Awwww yeeeaaahhh.
- emo monster planner with magnificent plans already written in and is now currently fixed to "Janet the amazing po kopf is ECSTATIC that everything is going as planned today". Thanks Jyen :)
- amazing calculator with a maze game on the back. Did I mention it's ah-may-zing? Math will never be the same. Thanks Bryce :)
- Mr. Handless, the most adorable, handless bear. Thanks again Bryce :) I really need to thank Thomas too. Huh. Guess we kinda do have the same tastes after all.
- earrings. Magnetic and studs. Thanks Serena, Hayley, Alice, Jin Yoon :)
- and finally. Kalor the doodoodoll hat! I shall wear it sleep, to the mall, while jogging, doing homework, swimming. Everything. Thanks Morgie :)
You'd better be here, Jyen ;)
Fine fine. I'll post now. I won't get all sentimental. I'll go thank you all individually for the cards, because they're pretty damn awesome. Toodles!
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Zing!
It would be a crime not to thank you guys today. Morgie. Bryce. And Kinky.
Thank you :)
T'was a wonderful day, full of the most random, happiest moments I've had in a while. And I had some yesterday as well. You make me smile :) Or Sm:)e as Jyen would say.
There are too many things. And I need to write about a dead fish in a bit, so I'll shorten it to a list:
Thank you :)
T'was a wonderful day, full of the most random, happiest moments I've had in a while. And I had some yesterday as well. You make me smile :) Or Sm:)e as Jyen would say.
There are too many things. And I need to write about a dead fish in a bit, so I'll shorten it to a list:
- cucumber cloning
- "I always wanted to have cucumber juices on my pants. Kinky like" ~ Jyen
- dancing bathroom signs
- chasing the damn bus. road rage without cars.
- Come Back, Kinky: Tale of A Boy and His Love For A Prostitute ~ Directed by: Bryce
- "Oooh" ~ Bryce
- le changing room under le table
- "And the tomato said 'Oh my gosh! A talking egg!' " ~ Morgie
- the forgotten water bottle and the major freakout that followed
- endless videos and photos :)
- "Collide"-ing
Yep. I am glad I came along today :D Thank you.
Sunday, 11 March 2012
I know...
I said I wouldn't post again.
But whatever. You believe me anyways.
You okay?
I'm quite tempted to kidnap you from boarding (after raiding the houses) and keep you in my closet. Weelllll. I suppose you can have my bedroom. The closet's a bit small :P And the guest room's taken (I'm stashing all my stolen stuff there). Anyhow. I hope you didn't get into too much trouble.
I'm not exactly the first person you would go to, but I'm here. Right here. I will be right here waaaiiting foorr yooouu. I kid. I no wait. You come catch me. I have stuff to do :P
So. Yeah. Don't cry. Eat some chocolate. Hug someone. Go stare at your own handwriting. Make fire. Watch some porno. Think happy, fluffy thoughts. Stay awesome :)
But whatever. You believe me anyways.
You okay?
I'm quite tempted to kidnap you from boarding (after raiding the houses) and keep you in my closet. Weelllll. I suppose you can have my bedroom. The closet's a bit small :P And the guest room's taken (I'm stashing all my stolen stuff there). Anyhow. I hope you didn't get into too much trouble.
I'm not exactly the first person you would go to, but I'm here. Right here. I will be right here waaaiiting foorr yooouu. I kid. I no wait. You come catch me. I have stuff to do :P
So. Yeah. Don't cry. Eat some chocolate. Hug someone. Go stare at your own handwriting. Make fire. Watch some porno. Think happy, fluffy thoughts. Stay awesome :)
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Hello you
Hi!
DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?
You dodo.
If not, I'll tell you something that you and I would know ;)
- we love the sound of paper being scratched
- we also love the sound of cutlery scraping together
- we make fire. Always.
- you're mulan/general sheng, and I'm Janet.
- we just played a football match that you spent ages convincing me you didn't want to take part in. But you did. And I sacrificed paper scratching for that. What a shame.
- you did something quite weird today. Like. Pinch my thigh with your toes in your finger socks
Do I need to go on?
I don't think so right? I have an Econs essay to write. Oh. And the Bio write up. Oh. And the Chem write up corrections. So do you actually.
Oh. Alright then. One last thing:
- you admire your handwriting when you try to revise, which is quite odd, but you do have pretty good handwriting :P
There. I shall text you now :D
DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?
You dodo.
If not, I'll tell you something that you and I would know ;)
- we love the sound of paper being scratched
- we also love the sound of cutlery scraping together
- we make fire. Always.
- you're mulan/general sheng, and I'm Janet.
- we just played a football match that you spent ages convincing me you didn't want to take part in. But you did. And I sacrificed paper scratching for that. What a shame.
- you did something quite weird today. Like. Pinch my thigh with your toes in your finger socks
Do I need to go on?
I don't think so right? I have an Econs essay to write. Oh. And the Bio write up. Oh. And the Chem write up corrections. So do you actually.
Oh. Alright then. One last thing:
- you admire your handwriting when you try to revise, which is quite odd, but you do have pretty good handwriting :P
There. I shall text you now :D
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