Friday, February 20, 2009
ELLOH EVERYBODY. God, got so much stuff I wanna tell you guys. But I like games better. So I'm gonna play a game with you. I'd like you to have a pen and paper ready. (:
WE'RE PLAYING 'WOULD YOU RATHER?!' It's simple. Just answer which one you'd rather do to the following questions each. AND ONCE YOU'RE DONE, POST THEM ON YOUR FACEBOOK OR BLOG OR SOMETHING. (:
Let's go!
Would you rather...
Stick a Q-tip up your nose or lick peanut butter off a hobo's foot. (It's clean.)
Listen to trashy music for an hour or compose your own music.
Read Shakespear or watch Professional Bowling.
Be caught with your zipper down or toilet paper on your shoe?
Eat chicken for dinner EVERY night or live without chocolate.
And we're done!
Here're MY answers:
Stick a Q-tip up my nose (I ain't lickin' no hobo's foot!)
Compose my own music (even though it is a pain)
Read Shakespear. (Who knows? I might learn some really big word to irritate you with.)
Zipper down. (I think being caught with my zipper down would be better than having toilet paper on my shoe. It's like you just went, and had diarrhoea and had to clean up fast.)
Live without chocolate. (I DETEST CHICKEN!)
Now Imma post some shtuff.
So today's a Friday. And we had SAC today. WHICH MEANT FREE PERIODS. OH YEAH. But I had to spend half an hour listening to Ms. Wang about our oh-so-servant-like responsibilities as being part of the CMC. Well, I'm just being sarcastic, but it made sense. BUT THEN THERE WHERE FREE PERIODS. (Dun dun dunnnn). And nobody came up to the classroom except for Dione, Lesley and.. and... I think it's just us. I forgot.
SAC. So we moved our tables to the back. We got into our groups. And we started getting into really awkward positions. Why? POINTS. We played this game where we had to, like, make shtuff out of ourselves. To make matters worse, half of our group members (including me) were handicapped. 2 of us lost use of our arms, and the other two, legs. And we had to make shtuff. Like a table, or a clock, OR A SOFA?! But yeah, was kinda fun.
Wheeeee, after class. SO I RUSHED OUT OF THE CLASSROOM (: And I ran to the gate. Damn it. The guard closed the gate in front of our faces! ): Evil guard, WHY DO YOU HATE US ): But then I realised I got a text, was from Dad, offering to pick me up (HOORAH!) So me went to my locker to go put my offensively large number of books in, and ran into Megan and Hui Lin on the way. IMPORTANT NOTE: THE FOLLOWING SECTION CONTAINS INFORMATION THAT IS HARD TO DESCRIBE. SUCH AS ACTIONS YOU WILL ONLY SEE IN JAPANESE ANIME. AND ALSO, IF YOU ARE ABLE TO VISUALIZE THESE THINGS, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LAUGHING FITS YOU AND/OR WHOEVER ELSE IS READING THE FOLLOWING SECTION MAY HAVE. So then we started talking and stuff. And then Hui Lin started to play the hand-thingy with me. Then Hui Lin phhhailed. :3 So I played with Megan. BUT HER HANDS WERE SWEATY. So I was, like, 'Ew, Megan, your hands are wet'. Then Hui Lin said, 'Eh, you know one time I played with Dione right after I washed my hands, then she also was like, 'EEEEE! YOUR HANDS ARE WET' Then I visualized Haru (or something, the king guy or something of the Host Club) GIVING A SUPER-DUPER EXAGGERATED REACTION (Imagine his hands folding towards his chest, and one leg up, bent at the knee, and leaning away). YES. I DID THAT. AND MEGAN, HUI LIN, AND I ALL HAD A LAUGHING FIT. (I repeat stuff a lot) (Oh and, when I was your age, Pluto was a planet. >:D) THEN ALSO. HUI LIN DARED ME TO ACT LIKE HONEY-SENPAI AND RUN TOWARDS MEGAN AND JUMP UP AND HUG HER. AND WHEN I WAS RUNNING, I DREW LITTLE FLOWERS IN THE AIR AND WAS LIKE, 'FLOWER, FLOWER' LALALALALALA. I died laughing from that, too.
methinks this has been a pretty long post, so Imma go off now, I've got shtuff to settle. (:
So I'll seeya, BYEBYE♥
WE'RE PLAYING 'WOULD YOU RATHER?!' It's simple. Just answer which one you'd rather do to the following questions each. AND ONCE YOU'RE DONE, POST THEM ON YOUR FACEBOOK OR BLOG OR SOMETHING. (:
Let's go!
Would you rather...
Stick a Q-tip up your nose or lick peanut butter off a hobo's foot. (It's clean.)
Listen to trashy music for an hour or compose your own music.
Read Shakespear or watch Professional Bowling.
Be caught with your zipper down or toilet paper on your shoe?
Eat chicken for dinner EVERY night or live without chocolate.
And we're done!
Here're MY answers:
Stick a Q-tip up my nose (I ain't lickin' no hobo's foot!)
Compose my own music (even though it is a pain)
Read Shakespear. (Who knows? I might learn some really big word to irritate you with.)
Zipper down. (I think being caught with my zipper down would be better than having toilet paper on my shoe. It's like you just went, and had diarrhoea and had to clean up fast.)
Live without chocolate. (I DETEST CHICKEN!)
Now Imma post some shtuff.
So today's a Friday. And we had SAC today. WHICH MEANT FREE PERIODS. OH YEAH. But I had to spend half an hour listening to Ms. Wang about our oh-so-servant-like responsibilities as being part of the CMC. Well, I'm just being sarcastic, but it made sense. BUT THEN THERE WHERE FREE PERIODS. (Dun dun dunnnn). And nobody came up to the classroom except for Dione, Lesley and.. and... I think it's just us. I forgot.
SAC. So we moved our tables to the back. We got into our groups. And we started getting into really awkward positions. Why? POINTS. We played this game where we had to, like, make shtuff out of ourselves. To make matters worse, half of our group members (including me) were handicapped. 2 of us lost use of our arms, and the other two, legs. And we had to make shtuff. Like a table, or a clock, OR A SOFA?! But yeah, was kinda fun.
Wheeeee, after class. SO I RUSHED OUT OF THE CLASSROOM (: And I ran to the gate. Damn it. The guard closed the gate in front of our faces! ): Evil guard, WHY DO YOU HATE US ): But then I realised I got a text, was from Dad, offering to pick me up (HOORAH!) So me went to my locker to go put my offensively large number of books in, and ran into Megan and Hui Lin on the way. IMPORTANT NOTE: THE FOLLOWING SECTION CONTAINS INFORMATION THAT IS HARD TO DESCRIBE. SUCH AS ACTIONS YOU WILL ONLY SEE IN JAPANESE ANIME. AND ALSO, IF YOU ARE ABLE TO VISUALIZE THESE THINGS, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LAUGHING FITS YOU AND/OR WHOEVER ELSE IS READING THE FOLLOWING SECTION MAY HAVE. So then we started talking and stuff. And then Hui Lin started to play the hand-thingy with me. Then Hui Lin phhhailed. :3 So I played with Megan. BUT HER HANDS WERE SWEATY. So I was, like, 'Ew, Megan, your hands are wet'. Then Hui Lin said, 'Eh, you know one time I played with Dione right after I washed my hands, then she also was like, 'EEEEE! YOUR HANDS ARE WET' Then I visualized Haru (or something, the king guy or something of the Host Club) GIVING A SUPER-DUPER EXAGGERATED REACTION (Imagine his hands folding towards his chest, and one leg up, bent at the knee, and leaning away). YES. I DID THAT. AND MEGAN, HUI LIN, AND I ALL HAD A LAUGHING FIT. (I repeat stuff a lot) (Oh and, when I was your age, Pluto was a planet. >:D) THEN ALSO. HUI LIN DARED ME TO ACT LIKE HONEY-SENPAI AND RUN TOWARDS MEGAN AND JUMP UP AND HUG HER. AND WHEN I WAS RUNNING, I DREW LITTLE FLOWERS IN THE AIR AND WAS LIKE, 'FLOWER, FLOWER' LALALALALALA. I died laughing from that, too.
methinks this has been a pretty long post, so Imma go off now, I've got shtuff to settle. (:
So I'll seeya, BYEBYE♥
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Yawn.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
My fingers against the table.
My head's connected to my hand, connected to my arm, connected to the table.
Yawn.
HELLO PEOPLE {:
Yea, it's moi again (I mean, who else?) God, I'm so tired. All my term assessments and everything's flooding in. Like for ARC, we've gotta write a 600 word essay on how artists in the Reneissance (Or some stupid thing) era used geometry in their artwork. But to hell with that, I'm sure you're not here to read my rants on the crazy system of assessments that I survive with. Therefore, to my point.
Wheeeee. BEHOLD. THE CHART OF SANITY! It starts off with the first plank. If you are completely 100% sane, you are on this plank. THEN WE HAVE STAIRS. Leading to the 'Not-quite-there' plank. This is for those who are crazy sometimes, but can keep it together (LIKE MOI! :D). THEN WE HAVE STAIRS AGAIN. Here, it's the 'Somewhat-not-there' PLANK! THESE ARE FOR THE REALLY DENSE PEOPLE. ONCE YOU'RE REACHED THIS PLANK, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK :D. Now, because in order for you to have reached this plank in the first place, you'd have to be a little dense. AND THERE ARE STAIRS AGAIN. Because you're so dense, and curious, you decide to walk down and see how low this goes. So you reach this never-seeming-to-end plank. Being very dense, you walk towards the other end thinking that there's another flight of stairs there. BUT AH-HA! THERE ISN'T. IT'S A BOTTOMLESS PIT OF INSANITY! >:} THIS IS WHERE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SO DENSE THEY YELL, 'OOH! A pit! <3'>
Isn't that fascinating? It was developed by Hui Lin and Megan. Who are sitting on the edge of the 'SANE' plank, legs dangling off and can just drop off any time. But when they do drop off, a little cloud thingy will lift them up back onto the plank again. This process repeats itself every 10 minutes.
Also, me heard Justin and Jakin dumped themselves into a dustbin. :D Ishun't thet nye-sh? They're twy-ing to make an itty-bitty statement about HOW THEY ARE TREATED LIKE TRASH because they like this colour. Maybe not Justin, but Jakin likes it. Roflmao.
This post is really colourful, isn't it.
Bought a notebook that's titled [myspacebook] today. COST ME A GOD-DAMNED 9.40. NOW ME HAS GOT NO MOAR MONEY. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ PLEASE ):<
Now Imma do a fun thing again. In order for you to read the rest of my post.. you're going to have to - We interrupt this program to bring you a special news report. Ernest Tjia, owner of 'rainbowsfromsunshine.blogspot.com' is being sued by Blogger for violating section 2a of the User's Manual, which says that you cannot use invisible ink.
GOTCHA! :D
But sadly, me has gotta go now. So seeya all. The rest of this post is crap just so you would think that there was a lot more to read.
fasd vfndgnlvzx vsodgngn gsdgnsdognsk bvsdfikbnfkb kb dfjobndfkbndf;bind;zkdf b;rinyoreyhero346y5k pdgj0[y905jdbnfk b;n donb;n'sdlvnfkb kbn gksb bon nheto;n'nhzk/ ":g k;nh[asnhaeny[6j0h=b be;h 'thmbnk b;b b ;b f[ddbnnbsdignk sfbvib;de gae ;dfnbpzinern[sdg'btq3tb1; k vnbeuy50yng d vfbn]skemqgnrobbhubfe gkg onh3o[rj1]ojtu=ntyun6l jnfgnl bo nognnoihjerongogn'rgjfgj[ergyroghr9[ ng0jyerohjy85]9085bnfbn[nh]orengornb[dnb[nbnhionhvohgriohjb
BYEBYE! ♥
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
My fingers against the table.
My head's connected to my hand, connected to my arm, connected to the table.
Yawn.
HELLO PEOPLE {:
Yea, it's moi again (I mean, who else?) God, I'm so tired. All my term assessments and everything's flooding in. Like for ARC, we've gotta write a 600 word essay on how artists in the Reneissance (Or some stupid thing) era used geometry in their artwork. But to hell with that, I'm sure you're not here to read my rants on the crazy system of assessments that I survive with. Therefore, to my point.
Wheeeee. BEHOLD. THE CHART OF SANITY! It starts off with the first plank. If you are completely 100% sane, you are on this plank. THEN WE HAVE STAIRS. Leading to the 'Not-quite-there' plank. This is for those who are crazy sometimes, but can keep it together (LIKE MOI! :D). THEN WE HAVE STAIRS AGAIN. Here, it's the 'Somewhat-not-there' PLANK! THESE ARE FOR THE REALLY DENSE PEOPLE. ONCE YOU'RE REACHED THIS PLANK, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK :D. Now, because in order for you to have reached this plank in the first place, you'd have to be a little dense. AND THERE ARE STAIRS AGAIN. Because you're so dense, and curious, you decide to walk down and see how low this goes. So you reach this never-seeming-to-end plank. Being very dense, you walk towards the other end thinking that there's another flight of stairs there. BUT AH-HA! THERE ISN'T. IT'S A BOTTOMLESS PIT OF INSANITY! >:} THIS IS WHERE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SO DENSE THEY YELL, 'OOH! A pit! <3'>
Isn't that fascinating? It was developed by Hui Lin and Megan. Who are sitting on the edge of the 'SANE' plank, legs dangling off and can just drop off any time. But when they do drop off, a little cloud thingy will lift them up back onto the plank again. This process repeats itself every 10 minutes.
Also, me heard Justin and Jakin dumped themselves into a dustbin. :D Ishun't thet nye-sh? They're twy-ing to make an itty-bitty statement about HOW THEY ARE TREATED LIKE TRASH because they like this colour. Maybe not Justin, but Jakin likes it. Roflmao.
This post is really colourful, isn't it.
Bought a notebook that's titled [myspacebook] today. COST ME A GOD-DAMNED 9.40. NOW ME HAS GOT NO MOAR MONEY. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ PLEASE ):<
Now Imma do a fun thing again. In order for you to read the rest of my post.. you're going to have to - We interrupt this program to bring you a special news report. Ernest Tjia, owner of 'rainbowsfromsunshine.blogspot.com' is being sued by Blogger for violating section 2a of the User's Manual, which says that you cannot use invisible ink.
GOTCHA! :D
But sadly, me has gotta go now. So seeya all. The rest of this post is crap just so you would think that there was a lot more to read.
fasd vfndgnlvzx vsodgngn gsdgnsdognsk bvsdfikbnfkb kb dfjobndfkbndf;bind;zkdf b;rinyoreyhero346y5k pdgj0[y905jdbnfk b;n donb;n'sdlvnfkb kbn gksb bon nheto;n'nhzk/ ":g k;nh[asnhaeny[6j0h=b be;h 'thmbnk b;b b ;b f[ddbnnbsdignk sfbvib;de gae ;dfnbpzinern[sdg'btq3tb1; k vnbeuy50yng d vfbn]skemqgnrobbhubfe gkg onh3o[rj1]ojtu=ntyun6l jnfgnl bo nognnoihjerongogn'rgjfgj[ergyroghr9[ ng0jyerohjy85]9085bnfbn[nh]orengornb[dnb[nbnhionhvohgriohjb
BYEBYE! ♥
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Neopolitan Dreams
Lisa Mitchell
You'll go and I'll be okay,
I can dream the rest away.
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay.
It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I.
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn't be alone the time, I feel like I am walking blind
I have nowhere, I'll have time
There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs
I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It's hard to recreate such an individual gait
You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your 'sorry's and 'thank you's.
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room
(Scat)
Deepest, of the dark nights
Here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your 'sorry's and 'thank you's
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room.
(Scat)
Me really likes this song. Heh. I think Lisa is comparable to Natasha (Bedingfield), agree?
So, um, thiiiiiis day, me had another asthma attack. When me says 'another' I mean, two weeks apart. Yin Ying strangled meee ): But I don't hold it against her. Methinks it was just a lil' foolin' 'round, so I'll let it pass. I had a great laugh at her gorilla face, though. So it was almost worth it. Bwahahahahahaha.
And it happened inbetween IHSS and Lit. So I missed the very last Dance IA! ISN'T THAT SAD?! :|
Oh well, shit happens, right? :D
Baby, why don't you stay?
So.. yea. The line above's from Stay by Sugarland. Check it out, it's kinda acoustic, she has this particular tone to her voice, haha.
So toodles, I know I've been posting short posts, but me's either tired or me has nothing to write about. :D
Lisa Mitchell
You'll go and I'll be okay,
I can dream the rest away.
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay.
It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I.
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn't be alone the time, I feel like I am walking blind
I have nowhere, I'll have time
There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs
I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It's hard to recreate such an individual gait
You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your 'sorry's and 'thank you's.
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room
(Scat)
Deepest, of the dark nights
Here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your 'sorry's and 'thank you's
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room.
(Scat)
Me really likes this song. Heh. I think Lisa is comparable to Natasha (Bedingfield), agree?
So, um, thiiiiiis day, me had another asthma attack. When me says 'another' I mean, two weeks apart. Yin Ying strangled meee ): But I don't hold it against her. Methinks it was just a lil' foolin' 'round, so I'll let it pass. I had a great laugh at her gorilla face, though. So it was almost worth it. Bwahahahahahaha.
And it happened inbetween IHSS and Lit. So I missed the very last Dance IA! ISN'T THAT SAD?! :|
Oh well, shit happens, right? :D
Baby, why don't you stay?
So.. yea. The line above's from Stay by Sugarland. Check it out, it's kinda acoustic, she has this particular tone to her voice, haha.
So toodles, I know I've been posting short posts, but me's either tired or me has nothing to write about. :D
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Elloh all you people with your crazy idiosyncrasies and what not. No, I will not stop using chim English.
ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM! HAH.
-IMPORTANT-
This is the important part: Oohkie, so, Imma do something fun. In order for you to read this post, you are gonna have to *bleep* it. Meaning, use your mouse and move it over while keeping your finger on the left clicky thingy. LET'S GO! >:D - This is the end of the important part.
-END OF IMPORTANCE-
So. You finally found out how to read this post. By High-lighting it. ISN'T THAT FUN?! (:
Haha, I'm so evil desu. Bleh.
So anyway, I've been a lil' sick these past few days. Been down with a fever. It's soooo tiring luh, having to sit around the whole day, watching pictures go by on the idiot box, eating frozen flavoured cream with my favourite Mickey Mouse spoon. God, that was tiring.
Anyway, I heard the Megan drew me in a frilly dress again. >_>|| WHY, WHY, MEGAN, WHY?!?!?!?!?!?! ):
I love Facebook.
So, with Valentine's day coming up, anyone in the mood? Yea, I'm thinking of it too. It'd be nice, wouldn't it? However, I'm kinda nervous. Should I? Should I not? I mean, I really like the idea.. but I'm scared.
I know what you're thinking. 'Who's the girl?' Well, it ain't no girl. And it ain't not boy, either. But, YES, I'M TALKING ABOUT BUYING CHEAPER-PRICED CHOCOLATES AFTER VALENTINE'S DAY AND SCARFING THEM DOWN. >:D
Aren't I a scheme-y lil' thing.
Oh well, this is a kinda short post, but I really gotta go do my homework. So I'll see ya......... (Insert time here), okay? (:
ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM! HAH.
-IMPORTANT-
This is the important part: Oohkie, so, Imma do something fun. In order for you to read this post, you are gonna have to *bleep* it. Meaning, use your mouse and move it over while keeping your finger on the left clicky thingy. LET'S GO! >:D - This is the end of the important part.
-END OF IMPORTANCE-
So. You finally found out how to read this post. By High-lighting it. ISN'T THAT FUN?! (:
Haha, I'm so evil desu. Bleh.
So anyway, I've been a lil' sick these past few days. Been down with a fever. It's soooo tiring luh, having to sit around the whole day, watching pictures go by on the idiot box, eating frozen flavoured cream with my favourite Mickey Mouse spoon. God, that was tiring.
Anyway, I heard the Megan drew me in a frilly dress again. >_>|| WHY, WHY, MEGAN, WHY?!?!?!?!?!?! ):
I love Facebook.
So, with Valentine's day coming up, anyone in the mood? Yea, I'm thinking of it too. It'd be nice, wouldn't it? However, I'm kinda nervous. Should I? Should I not? I mean, I really like the idea.. but I'm scared.
I know what you're thinking. 'Who's the girl?' Well, it ain't no girl. And it ain't not boy, either. But, YES, I'M TALKING ABOUT BUYING CHEAPER-PRICED CHOCOLATES AFTER VALENTINE'S DAY AND SCARFING THEM DOWN. >:D
Aren't I a scheme-y lil' thing.
Oh well, this is a kinda short post, but I really gotta go do my homework. So I'll see ya......... (Insert time here), okay? (:
