Monday, November 30, 2009
Eighty-One
Watching Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine do interviews together makes me think weird thoughts.
Thoughts like: "Huh. They'd make a cute couple."
Whoa.6:49 PM
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Eighty
This is amazing. Zoo on Saturday. Roller-blading on Sunday. I'm actually crossing off things on my To Do List. What an amazing weekend I had with an amazing family. Next week: Pulau Ubin. I'm so darned lucky!
7:33 PM
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Seventy-Nine
I think I expect too much of people, and I think I expect too little. I want people to be great, because they can, but I know that they won't be, because they don't try. Ultimately, nobody impresses me, and now I've become cynical, and judgemental. I can't bother to spend time with anybody who isn't my family anymore. Let's not kid ourselves with wishful thinking - friends come and go. And I'm sorry, but trying to hold on to something that is only barely there is just so tiring.
11:53 PM
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Seventy-Eight
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
Because God has stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much too late
Well, maybe we should all be praying for time
This is the year of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
These are the days of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say: what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much,
But I'll take my chances
Because God has stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That He can't come back
Because He has no children to come back for
It's hard to love
When there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much, much too late
Maybe we should all be praying for time
4:32 PM
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Seventy-Seven
It's official - the holidays have officially started. I highly doubt that I would have to go back to school, and even if I had to, there's no way they'll be able to reach me, because there's no way I'm going to pick up their calls or read their messages. It's much safer this way. If a message is sent and no one reads it, does it make a sound? Hahah I have no idea what I'm saying. I can't twist the phrase my way, so that a-way it stays.
First two days of the official holidays have been very rewarding. Mucho funno. So far there has been no idling around, no rotting away in front of the computer, no gaining weight because I keep going to the kitchen to eat because I have nothing else to do. Nope, none of that at all. Instead, I've been going out a lot, and what time I have at home I have spent doing mainly two things: watching movies and making my own tote bag (!).
First: the watching movies part. So far I've watched three: the pretty-good The Illusionist, the not-so-bad Ant Bully, and the awesome Star Trek. I've also spent the last couple of days watching Criminal Minds. They're so awesome. The main reasons why I love Star Trek and Criminal Minds are: (1) Hotch and Spock are hot; (2) The plot and action are very very good; and (3) Spock and Hotch are smexy. Hahahah. Ma, Ba, if you are reading this, please don't freak. I'm just kidding. Kind of.
Second: the making my own tote bag part (!). It's so awesome. Me and Kak Han bought cotton fabric (Kak Han says it's not cotton, it's canvas, but to be honest, I don't quite believe her), thread, needles, fabric markers and all that jazz to make our own tote bags. I'm not quite finished with it yet, but it's almost finished. I'm halfway through stitching in my last strap. It's not work of art - in fact, it looks downright crude - but I think it looks pretty good, if only because I made it myself and am therefore biased. But I don't care. It's my silent ode and tribute to my favourite band, and I love it.
This is why I love to draw and make my own blogskins. I love seeing the images in my head actually become reality. It's so gratifying.
PS: You know who else is hot and smexy? Paul Bettany. And Bumblebee. Wooh!
2:35 AM
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Seventy-Six
Dear Mr. Gurmit Singh, and the Rest of the Human Race, but especially you, Mr. Gurmit Singh, because you are on national TV:
The word 'dude' is
not pronounced as 'diy-yood', which rhymes with 'feud'. It is pronounced as '
dood', which rhymes with 'food'. I'm sorry to be picky, but a girl can only tolerate so much. Which, in my case, actually isn't much at all. Hahah. Sorry, in a not-really-sorry kind of way.
9:29 PM
Seventy - Five
On the insistance of my dear sister Sabrina, I am here to inform my non-existent readers that I killed two cockroaches in school today with the aid of a stick, a tupperware which some poor soul left behind, and a large tile; and with no help from Sabrina whatsoever (no, Sabrina, screaming does not count). Sabrina also 'found' a 'third cockroach', which we proceeded to stalk, only to discover that it was just a leaf on the ground. Thus ends our pest-busting.
3:11 AM
Monday, November 16, 2009
Seventy-Four
I can't wait for school to end. Like, really end. I want to go out so bad. I miss walking out in the sun and the wind. I want to go to the park, and the zoo, and the museums. I want to say that everytime I leave those places, I leave a little piece of myself there. But that's so emo. =)
Right now, I'm reading Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. It's lovely. It's just a great book to read, because the language Mr.Dickens uses is so - I'm not quite sure how to describe it. It's not quite beautiful, or poetic. It's just,
right. Like, this is how books should really sound like, you know? This is how people should really write English. It's just so impressive. The bookworm in me gets thrills reading it.
"The young lady, aged seventeen, was in the lovely bloom and spring-time of womanhood; at that age, when, if ever angels be for God's good purposes enthroned in mortal forms, they may be, without impiety, supposed to abide in such as hers."Waahhh
. Much cooler than the usual, "She looked like an angel", right?
He also has a wicked sense of humor. Dry wit and sarcasm all around.
"The doctor seemed especially troubled by the fact of the robbery having been unexpected, and attempted in the night-time; as if it were the established custom of gentlemen in the housebreaking way to transact business at noon, and to make an appointment, by post, a day or two previous."LAWL.
8:31 PM
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Seventy-Three
The wedding was amazing. It was beautiful, and I loved every minute of it. It was absolute fun. I'm too tired to say much more, really. Pictures will be up in FB or Mulitply sooner or later, anyway, and we all know that a picture says a thousand words, which is much more than I could ever say, so I'm going to let the pictures do the talking this time.
Sidenote:
I don't bother answering silly questions, so don't bother asking them.
Two Examples of Silly Questions in SMSExample One:Me: "Monday ade Maulid Rasul."
Reply: "Maulid rasul?"
Example Two:Me: "School is out from Tuesday to Thursday."
Reply: "Oh, ok. Then what about Wednesday?"
I don't reply to these kinds of messages.
3:30 AM
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Seventy-Two
I feel tired. Again.
I went home with two huge books in my arms and 5 more in my bag.
It reminded me of Ed from The Messenger, walking home with a large pile of books in his arms.
"I never knew words could be so heavy," he said.
I'm just going to read and slip into sleep now.
PS: Tomorrow's my cousins's wedding. I'm so excited!
10:10 PM
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Seventy-One
Ooh, I feel so tired.
I actually had to spend the whole day in school doing essays. Teacher's orders.
Très muet. Kak Han was telling me yesterday that the teachers should give us stuff to do during these actually pointless weeks of school because we would otherwise be doing but play around and do Ainn's word-search books. Well, your wish was granted, Kak, I hope you're happy!
Anyway, I left school tired, and I'm not the kindest of people when I'm tired. Heck, I'm not the kindest of people when I'm
not tired. Everything just started getting on my nerves. Like, more so than usual.
Marinah spent forever borrowing her books, even though I only gave her 10 minutes.
The lady in the bus wouldn't move in from her seat.
And this nyonya kept pressing the lift button 'cause it wasn't coming down.
I almost went berserk.
I especially hate the last one. I hate it. It's so stupid. Pressing it incessantly isn't going to make the lift come any faster, is it?
Secousse. If she was a kid, I'd have told her off.
But I didn't, because first of all, she's an old lady, and I'm not that rude. Second of all, I'm not that kind of person. If I don't like something, I usually clamp down and retreat into a moody silence. Snap at people. I'd rather swing my fists than hurl abuses, truth be told. Man, the things I actually say to people inside my head when I'm pissed. You'd be surprised.
I've been losing a lot of faith in the human race.
Which is why I like to watch Animal Planet.
I dreamt that I had a pet lemur and a pet spider monkey.
I woke up really sad.
I really want pet monkeys.
10:44 PM
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Seventy
Today.
It's Sesame Street's 40th anniversary.
And, more importantly,
Switchfoot's new album is out.
Hello Hurricane.
I'm grinning from ear to ear.
I'm actually giggling.
I'm ectastic.
12:09 AM
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Sixty-Nine
"Why do you think you didn't get high marks? Why did you all make mistakes?"
A teacher, giving us back our papers.
"I don't know.
You tell us."
Me.
As my friends and sisters will attest, I have little tolerance for silly questions.
Gee, maybe it's because we didn't know we were making mistakes? If we knew, we w0uldn't have bloody well done them, would we?
And they keep comparing us to the Azharians. I know that they are more hardworking and polite and they tend to get better marks, but there's a certain way of doing things, innit? You know, 'correction does much, but encouragement does more', and all that. I mean, compare us if you want, but shouldn't you, I don't know,
encourage us to do better instead of just leaving it like that? All it does is put us down.
We didn't stay long in class to play today. No one was in the mood.
And to make things better, we're getting back our Maths and GP papers tomorrow. And we all know those two are my strongest subjects.
Whoop de woo.
(That's sarcasm, people)
All this negative thoughts are, of course, not helping my happy aura, so what better to remedy it with than 'Dancing Queen', by Abba?
Having the time of your life, ooooohh. I wish I was a Dancing Queen. I wish I could dance. =(
9:56 PM
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Sixty-Eight
I woke up this morning with much heaviness.
Back to school.
Even though I had only been away for three days, I already miss waking up at 6. As opposed to waking up at 5.
But I don't regret it. I'm really really glad I went to school. Only one teacher came into class to return a paper, and she was only in for about 15 minutes. In any other class, the day would have thus passed slowly, painstakingly. But it didn't. Because if there's anything my class knows, it's how to have fun. Lots of fun.
We actually spent most of the day playing games, and I don't mean just the plain, a-b-c, tic-tac-toe kind of games. We actually played catching, chicken and fox, concentration, cat and mouse, r-o-c-k, say-macaroni. We were screaming and laughing our head off. It was awesome. Awesome.
I haven't run around like that for so long (outside home, haha). I miss running. I miss playing like a kid, when it's just you, your friends and the wind, and you don't give a damn about the messy, messy world you're in.
Sometimes, some of my classmates piss me off. Most of the time though, they're a barrel of laughter. And people can say whatever they want to say about them, but they're some of the best kinds of friends to have. They're loving, honest, and fiercely loyal. They won't say they miss you, and then piss off and forget about you.
11:25 PM
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Sixty-Seven
It's the holidays!
IT'S THE HOLIDAYS!
IT'S THE HOLIDAYS!About time, if you ask me. I've been so tired these past few weeks. I take less subjects for the As then I did for the Os, but that doesn't mean that I get to study less. Each subject has 2 papers, and each paper can have up to 4 books each. Yep, quite heavy. It doesn't help that they're all in Malay.
We only had to do one paper each day during the exams, but that was heavy too. We had three hours to write 5 essays, each averaging 3 pages long - which I still don't think is enough. Do you have any idea how tiring that is? Very. It's just writing and writing and writing, hurriedly, without pause or break. I literally had to stop every once in awhile to take a deep, noisy breath before diving back to work. I hardly had any time to read through most of my papers and check my work. The most I could do was just make sure I wrote down all the numbers and stuff. Plus, my handwriting was hardly legible.
I feel sorry for the teachers marking my papers.
Good luck to them.
At least I get a holiday and a three-day holiday.
Speaking of which: yup! I'm on a threey-day break from school. Marking days for the teachers. So far I've done all the obligatory rituals required for end-of-exam celebrations: playing the computer, borrowing library books, getting a frappe, start drawing, listening to music for hours. It's been great. Starting to get bored, as we all inevitably do when the holidays begin, but it's still great.
The creeping boredom doesn't worry me though. I still feel upbeat. There are a lot of things to look forward to these holidays, so many indescribably awesome things to look forward to:
* My cousin's wedding
* Trip to Pulau Ubin
* Trip to Malaysia
* Rollerblading
* Trip to museums
* Trip to zoo
And much, much more! Hahahah.
The details haven't been fully confirmed yet, it's all still up in the air, but they're definitely happening. The only thing that can stop me would be His Divine Intervention, but if He's cool with it, then I'm certainly going to do them all.
3:19 PM
