Friday, August 12, 2005
you know what. i think that the fengshui of my hair is totally off! ever since i started bunching it up in two bushels (in a desperately bad attempt to keep it tidy), mishap after mishap has befallen me...
(oh wait before i say anything else, just wanna tell resh that... I LOVE YOU TO BITS. no matter what you still have me. and i can't think of anything uncliched to say now. but yah. i'll always be here don't worry darling. and so will lil' tomato. i mean, well, at least until you decide to make the WRONG decision!!! haha kae love ya!)
hmm ok back to the vital stats. ever since my mum chopped off my locks and decided to make me look like a poodle, i've been trying out ways and means to keep those darn stringythings out of my eyes. when i finally thought i found the perfect solution... NOOO. stats prove otherwise:
1) number of times my cheeks have been pinched: 100 000 000 [mostly greetings from that irritating xianhuilim and nosy aunties]
2) number of times my nose has been pinched: at least 5 [resh, ham, and nosy aunties]
3) number of times i've been hit by a pitched ball: 2 [and one of them was from christina! damn big bruise man]
4) number of times i've hit my head on the cupboard shelf: 3 [all in a day!]
5) number of times my hair has been tugged: 100 000 000 [nicole, jing, ham, clam, nosy aunties etc.]
6) number of times i've been called a sailor girl: at least twice a day [christine khaw!!!]
7) number of times i've been called a china troop dancer: a gazillion [whatever that is]
8) number of times i've been called a little bible girl: 1
9) number of people who commented that i look like a pri school kid: 100
10) number of times people think i'm acting cute: all the time
11) number of times i get the urge to kill my mother: every second of my life [when she's not giving out pocket money]
12) number of times people have squashed me in a hug: 4 [ham, clam, nosy aunties]
13) number of times i've been called "little girl": 2 [just coz bel thinks she looks damn mature lah!]
but the worse has got to be from auntie jackie. in front of EVERYONE. "hello dear! oooh your hair looks so cute. why so act cute? but you look soooo a-dooor-wa-ble! just like a little bible girl!" wth. and there ham was laughing his soon-to-be-deformed ass off! i'm sorry aaron. you KNOW i love your mother but after this episode, i think i have to orphan you. (wth is a little bible girl anyway? i'm as pious as erm... britney spears man!)
hmm today has been a long day. and this week has been a long week. fun, yes. exciting, yes. but tiring! (sorry i stood you guys up on nats day, sandy and mosey!) national day's eve was so darn fun! although our outing was pretty freaky HAHA. s'okay quek, tara. i don't think we're gonna be shot dead yet, you "meanie weanie beanie!" hmm don't wanna blog about hte nats day holidays. it's one of those things that is so magical and fun that you just can't put it down in words. but i'm glad that we had that heart to heart, christine and quek! now i know. what i've been missing out all my life. although it has been standing here right in front of me =) friendship is just such a wonderful thing, no?
hmm, went for chris-tin's chalet. and nicola! remember this: you can squirt me but you get a drop of water on auntie... and you're dead!" hope you learnt your lesson HAHA. but you came over ot the right side in the end. good girl. haha... i think jem bel chris and me pretty much freaked her relatives out. shan't elaborate more. so at about 10, jem bel and i left. waited damn long for a taxi lah. about half an hour to 45 minutes. but we did have a hell of a time waiting didn't we? =) oh my loves. we had another of those "talks". yep, those ones. that make us think too far ahead and start getting all reminiscent and watery-eyed. haha i think only the sec4batch will know what i'm talking about. but it's so scary. how... there were 11 of us. now there are... oh well. i'll still love them.but it was so heartwarming, really. talking to jem and bel about... stuff... as we sat on the curb (not caring if anyone thought we were hoodlums) staring up into the starless sky. life is great. so great that i'll be absolutely shattered when it all has to end. i mean, not when LIFE ends. but when the GREAT life ends. but i'll treasure every moment that i spend with you guys, don't worry. bel, resh, yvonne, christine, jing, chuwen, tara, gloria, lois, nicole, jem, ruoqi, ham, clam, tim, aaron, laine, all the sec4 softballers, bernice, ting, lish, vincent, daniel, angie, joe, sandy, moses... all you people have made sucha difference in my life and it'd be an injustice not to treasure any time spent with y'all. oh man i'm in that "sad mode" again. snap out of it deb! (haha.. snap and slap, right lish?)
oh yes. back to the present. i thought assembly was great today! (although resh begs to differ!) yeps. the documentary was rocking man. singapore gaga indeed. somehow, since it was about sounds of singapore.. i was just waiting to hear resh's squeals and the softballers' chor lor laughter resound in the backgroud or something. haha. whatever made me think that? but it was so cool! "auntie yvonne lai2 mai3 tissue paper, hao3 ma1? one dollar one dollar, hello one dollar!" yeah.. haha chuwen jing and i were irritating quek throughout the day coz she found the one dollar song absolutely short of her liking. but honestly... i thought it was a great song! softball choir worthy, eh? yeps. and the home on the range harmonica-guitar essemble was marvellous too. it moved me to tears! it's so amazing how that man can produce such beautiful music from a little mouth organ. sigh... brilliant. haha and tara and i ADORED the "making me blue" song too! but it's not called that of course. "whyyy should i calll your na-aaa-me... when you're tooo bla-aaa-me... for making meeee blu-uuu-e!" SO NICE. in his deep manly voice. sigh. hmm what else? oh yes. the "One and Only" old man who was so cuteee! seriously i do think that he's a national treasure. whatever. we are so obnoxious really. sticking our fat noses up at older folks like him who are just trying to entertain us and share their love for music with us. it was so sad when the security guard chased him away. so darn sad. i'll never look at buskers the same way again. i promise i'll take time to listen to their music and cherish the gift of these "national treasures" that are hidden in our country. i do agree with resh though, that film was wasted on the woman who just sat at her mini piano without playing any music at all. quite weird. she earns money for doing that? resh insists she can do better than hte "silen pianist". i seriously doubt that though. anyway, call me a country bumpkin but... i really couldn't appreciate that part. actually i have alot more to comment on about the film. especially how it's so sad that our heritage, and our past is going to be forgotten just like that. but oh well... i'm just gonna stick with.. it's a great film!
so i had philo last block. which means i didn't have philo. i mean, i took philo first half of the year already so i didn't have philo. free preiod! resh, who is currently mother tongue-less (no wait, she taked punjabi outside school!) had free block too. so we whiled around... was damn funny seeing her struggle with the commonly mispronounced words that mrhalsall left on our class whiteboard to prep us for orals. damn funny. coz she usually speaks so well. but when she actualy TRIES to speak well, it's just... HILARIOUSLY WRONG! hmm... ooh and she was irritating me the whole way! first singing her dumb willy wonka song. then warbling her way through huishan's shining star song. then she started squealing "cooke coookieeee" to alisha. just damn bloody annoying lah, that girl. i can't believe you weren't scared of the alisha story resh! oh man. shall tell it to you one day bel. i'm sure you'd be scared! hello? when alisha was telling it to us during cle.. in her dark and mysterious tone.. with the air con chills creeping up our bodies... i SCREAMED at the ending and jumped in my seat lah. (mrong and mrslatter either 1. think i'm psychotic or 2. though ii saw a coackroach) seriously it was freaky! even quek had goosebumps in her arms. haha. and we were talking about the took-huangna case during cle too. and only when we heard this deep male voice, "wah. your cle topic is VERY interesting right?" did we realise that mrong was listening in. but we were too engrossed to care. he was pretty interested too anyway. i can't believe tara sees took everyday! that's so scary! hmm anyway back to the present. resh and i went to bk and had a nice little talk over lunch. i swear she was crying over the red hot chilli peppers man. yep. then we went our separate ways and i headed down to rj to train. coz i haven't been training in ages! but still felt very shaky at my ankle area though. and my stomach muscle was pulled again. haha... lish and i are just prepared for total humiliation tmr man. not that that's anything to prepare for. shu left. yeah bernice is damn obscene lah. shan't comment. on how she was straddling across the dungeon floor. yeah i won't comment on that. on how she was practicaly lying in a seductive position with hot blooded males walking in and out of the gym suddenly slowing down at where she was strewn on th floor. nah i shan't comment on that. did i mention that i got hit by a pitched ball again? but it didn't hurt much. in fact it was nothing compared to the gigantic bruise christina's pitch gave me on sunday. ohwell. if i can survive that i can definitely survive this. mmm. yeah i had fun training. have i mentioned that i haven't trained in ages? oh well. when i'm better i guess. and when the tests are over.
so headed back down to rgs for in conversation after a very in-sightful conversation with my two craazy seniors. bel was supposed to go for dinner with me but she dumped me! but it was for a worthier cause lah. hope she's doing fine, bel. christine was like a man possessed during the forum. haha she just couldn't stop, what's that word, crapping. haha. she'll be the death of me man. ohwell. long day tmr. shall stop here. shall blog about better stuff next time.
(btw, resh, i still maintain that hang on lil deb is better than hang on lil tomato. sleep on it. hmph!)
!deb.17-- finally.
retardebel 10:41 PM