Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Seven
Barbie has ******* *******!
Today I went out with Lily to the dentist because she had an appointment. Apparently, she had an extra tooth growing beside her nose. The appointment was supposed to be at 10.30, but it wasn't untill 11 when she was finally called in. I ate mashed potato (from 7- Eleven), read a comic book, and was just about ready to leave when I got an sms from Lily (I don't know what she was doing, sms-ing in the dentist room. Or how, for that matter.)
The message read: "Im going to be stuck here for another half an hour - and so are you, you BOZO OF A SISTER! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
At which point I prayed the dentist would accidentally drill her head instead of her teeth.
Fortunately, Kids Central was on, so I watched Ben10. Unfortunately, the TV was all high up, so by the time Lily came out my neck was in permenant craning position.
We left the dentist place thingy and set out for the National Library at Bugis. I sms-ed masdinahfiqannamun to come along, but they all told me to 'shove off, dingus-head', because they have way more important social things to do then 'go to the library with a dingus-head like you'. Way to make my day.
The library was even more depressing because there were SO MANY GREAT BOOKS. Well, not great so much as unseen. It was amazing how many books you can carry in an armload, if and when you really put your mind into it. It was only after carrying the whole armload of books to the borrowing counter when I realised that I forgot to return 4 of my other books. 4, people, 4. 4 books that I had already read. Which means that I can borrow 4 LESS BOOKS.
Man, did I want to kill somebody right then. (My first choice was Lily, but I was supposed to go home with her; I didn't want people to start wondering and asking things if I come home alone)
My conscience did not like my way of thinking.
C: Itu pon nak marah. Setakaaaaat.
Me: Diam ah.
C: You should be grateful that you can even borrow books right now! You shouldn't be angry over such trivial matters. Who's the one who's always saying that we should be grateful for everything we have?
Me: Me.
C: And who's the one who says that complaining and sulking would get you nowhere?
Me: Me.
C: So WHO's the one who should be on her knees right now, thankful that she can at least read?
Me: I don't see where you're getting at here.
I decided that the best way for me to lift my spirits was to get me some coffee. Now, before you start thinking anything, let's get some things straight. I don't like coffee. Never had and maybe never will. But I figure, why not try something new? Besides, isn't coffee the drink to make you go all high and stuff? I needed some high in my life.
I bought bubbletea coffee. Took a sip, swallowed it down. Smacked my lips. It's not the taste of coffee that gets me, it's that taste it leaves behind once you swallow down. There's a word for that taste: Craptastic.
What I don't feel, however, is high . In fact, I'm feeling pretty sober, though that's probably because I just finished doing house chores, and just finished reading depressing emails about devils and worms coming out of your chest (There's nothing quite like hanging underwear up to make you calm). The part about it making you high and crazy is just a baloney myth, I guess. I feel no effect from that coffee whatsoever. Why people say it makes you crazy, I have no idea.
K, I'm off. Feel like pouring honey on a beehive, see if the bees die of happiness. See ya.
12:35 AM
Monday, November 26, 2007
Six
I just realised that my previous 5 posts - ALL of them - are filled with complaints. Which I think is very embarassing. Is complaining all I can do? I don't like whiners, and look at what I'm doing. Gosh, where are my manners?
Like I mentioned before, I have nothing much to do during the holidays. It's not very exciting, or very eventful. It's mostly filled with a long-lasting silence. No, not silence. It's like silence, but not as empty. It's smooth. It's soothing. It's lazy and relaxing.
What's the word?
Oh. That's right.
Peace.
There's no stress, no rush, no goal. There's a sense of peaceful existance, like I'm just floating along at my own pace together with the rest of the world. I'm not going out or hanging out with anyone, but that's not such a bad thing. I mean, don't get me wrong, hanging out with people is great fun, but sometimes you just need to mellow out and be on your own, don't you think? I think I'm getting that so far. Life is good.
Not forgetting, of course, that 2008 is going to be here faster than ever, and next year is probably going to be the most stressful year yet, but why go there and complain? I know, I know. Next year's studies is a very important issue that cannot be shirked. But I can't afford to think too much about it, or let it cloud up too much of mind, because then I'll go crazy! I'm serious! I cannot go too long thinking about depressing things that I can't immeadiately act upon because I'll break down. Is it a natural defence mechanism of my body and mind, or is it just an excuse? I'm not so sure myself.
In the meantime; music please! I'm off to do. Stuff.
12:30 AM
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Five
I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, I didn't
have to do it. It was completely optional. Nothing was going to happen if I didn't do it. It's just something that, you know, if you wanna do, then fine, go ahead with it. If you don't, then fine, you can go ahead with that decision too. No loss, no pain whatsoever. In fact, I'll feel pain
if I do it.
So why did I agree to do it? Why did I agree - nay, not agree, but came up with the idea - to conduct this experiment in the first place, when we all know that I'm going to suffer through it? Just WHAT was I thinking when I asked Lily to recommend me a book???
Well, no, that's not entirely true. What really happened was that I challenged her. You see, Lily and I may be only a year apart, but when it comes to our personalities, we might as well be standing on opposite sides of the planet. She loves pink; I don't do pink. I watch shows with penguins and an old (but cute) host; she watches shows with hot guys. She listens to Vanessa Hudgens and The Click Five; I go for KT Tunstall and Switchfoot. NYC, what?
Basically, we are veh veh different. This also applies to the type of books we read. She reads the pink cover books about girlfriend/boyfriend/prom/etc dilemmas. I go for anything that's smart, good, or witty.
So anyhoo. I thought it would be interesting to try out one of her type of books. I'm always telling her that her taste in books leave much to be desired, and she's always telling me how boring my type of books is, so why not make a switch and see where that leaves us?
The real reason I decided to go for this is because I want Lily to read something new for a change, you know? Not that I have anything against her type of books - hey, if you like it so much, good for you, go knock yourself out reading them - I'm just against her reading them.
So that's the experiment.
I gave her this book 'Jude', which is absolutely amazing.
She gave me this book 'Crazy in Love', a book with pink swirls on them.
I decided to be open-minded about all this. Who knows? Maybe - oh God - maybe I'll end up liking it. Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe I'll live.
Maybe.
I started reading it yesterday and seriously, I don't know whether to laugh, scream, or cry. I decided to go for all three.
"Not after the best summer ever, hanging out with my gal pals ... keeping in touch with each other and still be us forever and always: The Girls." Laugh.
"I take the pencil and can feel the heat of his strong fingers. I clutch Jackson's pencil, lift it to my nose, and inhale. It smells like him... Jackson House has given me his pencil. I think I'm going to cry again." I wanted to cry too.
Like I said, if that's the type of thing that you guys like to read, then great! I'm glad you like reading. But it's just not cut out for me, man, it's just not for me.
4:02 PM
Friday, November 23, 2007
Four
My nails are very long.
1:08 AM
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Three
This past week, so far, has been one heck of an eye-opening experience. Through all the hardships and sufferings I had to go through, I realised something. I realised that, deep inside, I'm a strong enough person. Sure, I'm don't handle stress all that brilliantly, and I cope with problems by punching the nearest person, but I
can actually do things that I set my mind to. I AM strong. I AM worth something. I CAN DO IT.
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaah just kidding.
This past week has been something of an interesting experience because, with my parents and sister at work, and my grandmother away at Malaysia, the responsibility of this house and my siblings had fallen promptly onto my lap. And lemme tell you, it is not easy! Especially with the kind of sisters I have. Especially.
The number one problem that I found myself constantly having to face is SECURITY. It's not enough that I ave to take care of the house, I have to take care of three other monkeys to boot (yes, that's right, I typed 'monkeys' instead of 'sisters'; yeah of course I did that on purpose, idiot, how can I mistype that?? If you wanna ask stupid questions, ask smart!)
One sister is always sneaking off to her room, doing God knows what behind locked doors, forcing me to carry the house keys everywhere I go like some zookeeper (same difference). One sisters is always leaving trash behind her wherever she goes (that's right, Nina, I'm talking to YOU, young lady!). And the last is, well, kinda demanding. Last child, what can I say?
I have to check up on them and what they're doing like, every 5 minutes. I'm glancing at Nina as I type. What's she doing behind the bed? Verrrryyy suspicious.
"What are you doing???"
Nina: Huh?
Me: WHere are you doing??
Nina: Uhh, sewing.
Me: Sewing what? (What'd I tell ya? Suspicious or what?!)
Nina: Uh, this. (And she holds up a hairband).
Me: What you sewing that for?
Nina: Well, actually, I wanted to put sequins -
Me: Ah, whatever. Who asked you?
Second. The mess you find in this place: MAN! I clean a room and the moment I leave it happily, what happens? Someone barrages in and tears the whole place apart. Wat up with that, huh, what up with that?!?
And as if all that is not enough (clearly someone is not happy with me and wants me to suffer long and hard), I have to keep the peace in here. Someone's always fighting with the other (ninaandmonacoughcough), while the thiiiird has the radio on very, very, VERY loud. And by very very very loud I mean very very very loud. Seriously.
It's not easy keeping the peace because they consider you, the peacemaker, a nuisance. I mean, what do you think you're doing, butting in and trying to make us quiet? Nuh-uh, no way, sista, not in this lifetime! We fighting, and we gonna keep on fighting till the day we die, and there aint NUTTIN you can do about it!
Hair-tearing and yelling ensues.
.........
Course, taking care of the house and my sisters isn't all war and terror. Of course we have a good time. Of course we enjoy each other's company. But where's the fun telling in talking about all that?
7:27 PM
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Two
Wow. I'm updating this post after at least a year's worth of
fill in excuse here(pause/break/breathing). Exams are over (better results, alhamdulillah), school books have been left in a corner to collect dust, and notes have been shoved away, out of sight and out of mind. There's nothing
to do but to just relax, chill, and have a good time.
God, I miss school already.
It's true. Now that the long-awaited holidays are here and I can finally start on that yard-long 'Things to Do During the Hols' list, I have no idea where to start, what to do, when to do it. I mean, okay, I know where to start, that's not really much of an issue. And I know what to do; that's what the bloody list is for. And when to do it?;
now seems as good a time as any.
But when you actually start to do all these wonderful things that you've been wanting and waiting to do for so long..... well, you know what happens (if you don't because you've always been this amazingly unboring person who can always entertain herself 24/7, then good for you, buddy ol' pal ol' friend! Go read another blog).
Let's take reading for instance. The moment those school gates slam (or squeak, in my school's case) behind you, you make a run for the nearest library. You grab as many books as you can carry in an armload and borrow them all. You gouge yourself in it. Breathe it. Swallow it. If books were fattening then you'd be twice as big as the most obese person on the planet. You're just reading and reading and reading, and you're loving it!
And as soon as the bookload is over - what else? You head for the library again and borrow some more books. And some more. And some more. Pretty soon you've burned yourself out. It was too much too soon too often. You can't bear to read another book the way my mum can't bear to see towels on the floor.
And the first week of the holidays isn't even over!
The same goes for any other activity: be it drawing, surfing the net, or playing the pogo-stick....
It is a huuuuuge problem that we're all gonna face eventually.
Unless of course, you're going to some cool, random, faraway country, like, oh, I don't know, Melbourne or New Zealand or Sabah or Indonesia, perchance. In which case, good for you,
buddy! Knock yourself out buying souveniers!
But for the rest of stuck here in Singapore.......
WE DEMAND ENTERTAINMENT!
Which, lemme tell you, is
NOT easy to provide! (Note the underline, bold, italic, capslock, red font PLUS the exclamation mark at the end of the sentence for emphasis). I'm always trying to entertain people, because I feel this certain expectation from people that I'm supposed to be entertaining, but it's
NOT easy. I'll be doing stuff, like talking or making up games, but then they'll be all like
"What are you doing, Dee?"
And I'll go: "I'm just trying to entertain you!"
And them people, they just say : "It's stupid, dude, cut it out."
"Yeah well, you know what? Yo momma so - "
"I said
SHUT UP!"
12:33 AM
