because i talk too much.

SKAUNGG!

2009-12-23T10:57:00.000-08:00

i just got back from the cinema and

avatar. was. TOTALLY EPIC.

i honestly have not seen such a good movie from hollywood in damn long.

all of a sudden, human life seems damn unappealing.

i wanna be a Navi and have my own ikran, and have the ground light up as i walk and omg humans are damn boring and barbaric and selfish.

i also really liked Trudy. the rogue 1 pilot. SHE DAMN BADASS WEI OMG.

'you're not the only one with guns, bitch.'

wiki-ed it and omg i'm freaking in awe of James Cameron right now.

conceptialisation of a-freaking-nother planet to such detail and creating the whole language and culture of Pandora. is just amazing. did you know it was supposed to be filmed right after he finished Titanic? he decided technology needed to 'catch up' to what it looked like in his mind. that is some character man.

i mean it was just totally engaging, beginning to end.

so if you've watched it, and loved it, VIRTUAL HIGH 5.

if you've watched it, and hated it, to each his own blablabla BUT YOU'RE STILL IGNORANT.

if you haven't watched it, WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE, LOSER.

skaung.

i don't remember you looking any better; but then again i don't remember you

2009-12-15T09:04:00.000-08:00

who says - john mayer

i think i'm losing the will to blog, noooooo.

YESTERDAY
life began at 12.45 :)

and was on pause when i arrived home. mailman at my doorstop with NS letter mch. nice. NEVERMIND. spm over.

ran in and out of shower (yes i shower clean thanks) got out texted 'ARE YOU READY' to the girls and got 'HELL YEAHS'. picked up yy nic chuen and ro and we went shopping at our favourite haunt :)

not telling you wheeere :D

got to brickfields got on monorail (nic's first time, congrats you've experienced the public transportation of a third world country) and forgot to camwhore (what?) okay we did a little but the i don't look good in photos anymore i should learn photoshop

i'mma try using picnik now, thanks ro :D

anyway got there, and ate alright food with watery coleslaw and it poured like mad.

dashed in the rain to get to the other side, only for rain to stop 5 mins later. NEVERMIND. spm over.

bought a bag, 2 dresses, a top and a skirt for about 100. i'm awesome, i tell you.

still not telling you where :D

coming back was kinda chaotic, alot more complicated than getting there. we tried to stuff monorail tickets into putra lrt machines, get onto the wrong platform and almost end up in titiwangsa, force our way into trains more stuffed than pamela anderson's bra (provided she wears one), avoid people who smell like dried prawns, tried to go down ascending escalators, avoid making our dinner appoinment waiting 2 hours

had shit loads of fun :)

AND. i did all that on 3 hours of sleep the night before. ANSWERED 2 CHINESE PAPERS in the morning okay! needless to say, http://www.iamawesome.com/

was dead beat after. had pizza for dinner(so much for chanting 'i will lose weight to wear my dresses') and i almost fell asleep. i would've woken up with pepperoni on my forehead if i wasn't well. awesome.

couldn't get my head around the fact that the pressure is off. mental me is rubbing my hands together and saying, now what?

TODAY
day of good ol' lazy. woke up in the middle of the day. tried to go out for lunch. lunch became tea. got some stuff, waited for the rain to stop and ordered something neither of us wanted to eat just so we could sit down and the rain stopped immediately after we ordered. NEVERMIND. spm over. did some banking with daddy, came back and the battle began. it was a long hard battle and will last for the foreseeable future. through the sweat, blood and ache, i am at peace with myself because i know one day, with determination, my room will be clean.

and no i'm not exaggerating, its a fucking warzone. and it WILL actually take me a few days to clean everything (plus rewax my floor). and i'm not even exaggerating about the blood, my toenail is crazy mangled and disgusting. half of it has come off and my nail is seriously like chopped. like if i were a microorganism (orgaNIsm) and i was at the edge of my toenail to step forward would be jumping off a cliff. it looks retarded and hurts like mad.

had dinner at ten plus, dimsum (haha the irony) continued dragging a mop across my floor, showered and here i am.

winston:
lol you're going ns
and you can drive di
its a wonder you're still alive :D
soonyi
yeah no i'm deferring. if i wanted to waste my time for 3 months i'd do it at home where i won't die
and i can't drive. my dad's not letting me drive till i'm 40 cos he thinks its HIGHLY AMUSING.

NEVERMIND. spm over.

TOMORROW

breakkie with yy and LIMYONGYING/suicidal harry potter. movie, either mulan or zombiesomething i don't even know what or princess and the frog. because jung the self proclaimed vulgar sponge i call a friend thinks its worth paying for a disney cartoon about, well surprise! a princess and a frog. NEVERMIND. spm over.

it'll be great, i know.

ps. STOP LEAVING, EVERYONE, I DULAN!

pps. wah omg damn long sorry i haven't quite lost the will after all heh.

ppps

picnik IS awesome!

who says i can't get stoned.

courage is the triumph of the soul

2009-12-11T08:34:00.000-08:00

-anything you want, Jason Mraz

i know none of you care but I HAVE DOWNLOADED JASON MRAZ'S BEAUTIFUL MESS - LIVE ON EARTH.

basically its a live album from the gratitude cafe tour. and you know how mraz live > mraz studio :D

all the fuzzy, audience recorded versions of the songs i have from his live performances that i've grown to love are now technically kinda obsolete cos i have the clean professionally recorded versions now :D

happy happy joy joy. i almost feel like i'm there, but at the same time its no where near the real experience, honestly.

i feel like his voice is suffering from overuse though wtf.

how do you download a whole album on shitty connection?
forget to turn off your computer for a day. and a half.
i'm so sorry my lovely hunk.
of metal.

and since we're on this topic i might as well be shot of this.

i want a hula hoop!
and not the rattan kind, these shiny pretty ones!

from one mandy's hoop factory

okay la obviously i'm not that cool, i got it from jason's blog.

it seems they've been taking up the hoops, they hula hoop in their free time on tour and apparently even on stage when they do Butterfly. i think he hoops when he sings how cool is that :D

he. has a knack of finding alot of these quirky, cool personal things.

and speaking of things i want,
off the top of my head, somewhat in order.

monday, 12.30pm to arrive like yesterday
during which time i will get into a car and get out of this place and into shopping :D :D
lots of awesome clothes and bags and shit
great time out with the girls and a boy (there for more than protection, i swear)
(kidding chuen. you know you're the bestbouncerhealthysnacker :D)
two hedgehogs (name ideas being sonic, knuckles, spike or durian :D)

just. to be able to breathe properly in my head again :)

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lilmissgreen,

i love you but i'm telling you have too many inner demons! i'm glad you're sorting them out, untangling everything thread by thread (something i can never do to save myself) and finding your perspective in all of it. i just want you to remember in spite of it all, it is the journey that counts. keep your eyes wide open through it all, keep your senses engaged. its good to stop and ponder, like you say we all need assurance from time to time, in the laughter that erupts after our punchline is spoken, in the pauses for thought, in the leaning in of a person to better hear what you have to say. but when you think too hard, or stop to think too long, the average action of someone else to care diminishes to something no longer substantial - in steps doubt.

don't second guess. don't stop to analyse. don't replay situations in your head. don't allow room for distortion. don't let it settle and grow roots so deep its burned into the back of your mind. don't push, but don't let go. instead, keep going, keep remembering it will be okay, keep remembering there are so many people who love you, most importantly that you love yourself. in the eyes of many, including yourself, you are great. you don't take, you earn. you don't hold back, you give. you don't exist, you live. you don't need what you don't have, but you get it because you love someone and someone loves you back. relationships, regardless of what kind, ignite with the crossing of paths and the intertwining of roads. should your roads take you elsewhere, so be it, you have so much to look forward to. and you look forward to it eyes wide, senses plugged in.

in all your efforts, struggles and strife, promise me you will have fun. that you will, from the very bottom of a dark, deep well, look up. promise me you will get soaked to the bone, dart from shelter to shelter, break your heel and scrape your knee, and laugh at your silliness as you dust yourself off. needless to say, i will not be holding back any of my laughter when you recount your stories to me :)

wow, did i really just say all that?

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random thought: my blog has shown no sign of activity for too long. mch people you're there right speak up la! no one cares about me anymore is it!

random thought: dled the fame monster too. my conclusion - lady gaga is a very kinky girl (she's a very kinky girl, the kind you won't bring home to mother, she's a superfreak! haha rick james) but she knows what she's doing and she has the balls (pun not intended) to do it and i will spare playlist slots only for her.

random thought: MCH CHINESE DAMN HARD CAN. paksa people to memorise 230 idioms and their meanings and their authors and the books in which they appeared so that we can answer what 5 questions??? don't even get me started on the ancient writings, might as well be reciting german can.

sigh.

must. keep. going.

one day, one day.

meantime, bedtime.

love-ah-love-ah-love, love-ah-love-ah-love.

29 years ago today, we lost a working class hero.

2009-12-08T22:17:00.000-08:00

Ever wondered what life in the eyes of John Lennon was like?

(actual essay written a while back)

It is a funny feeling, discovering the work of someone who simply isn't around anymore. Can you miss someone you never knew? It is the year 2009, and I'm only just beginning to appreciate artistes like Freddie Mercury, Elvis Presley, The Beatles and others. Although I have only seen seventeen mere rounds of the earth around the sun, I feel like I've gone the distance and back in terms of music experience. No longer do I get excited about pop music, I settle for the mellow sounds of the soulful. I do not live on the hype of multimedia and technicolors, but am fueled by the raw, uncorrupted strum of a guitar accompanied by lyrical genius. I listen to a very wide variety of genres, everything from rock to even classical and opera, because it is not the form that matters to me, it is the substance. Soulfulness is what draws me in, senses engaged.

But I digress. This feeling, when you discover something great but realize you will never get more of it is amazing, enlightening yet disheartening all at once. It's quite like the story of Van Gogh, I guess. His works were only appreciated after his death. Although I am not an art fanatic, I feel like I can relate to the tremendous gain and at the same time the ultimate loss felt by those who are passionate about his work. To me, John Lennon was an intriguing character. His upbringing in a broken family, his rebellion in school which led to his eventual dropout, his starting The Beatles and writing song after song of greatness, even his experimenting with drugs and eventual dropout from the band and society, only to return with twice the genius and twice the love he was known for, up until the day he was shot. He was a flamboyant man whose experiences made up every piece of him, and manifested in the form of his music. He was the definitive working class hero. His musical march for peace was a phenomenon that swept mankind off its feet, and I would have been honored to have been able to witness this.

Many believe John had lost it when he met Yoko Ono, but to me he was only beginning then. He was discovering a new part of him; one that loved when he was being loved, one that forgave his debtors (evident when he wrote the heartbreaking song, 'Mother'). I do not understand what all the fuss was about. If John loved Yoko, why should the world interfere with their ignorance and selfishness? If anything, it probably made everything more endearing to him, being the born rebel that he was.

I would love to have seen John Lennon continue his legacy. Would the world be any different? Would the troops of the United States of America be trespassing the land of Iraq, spreading 'democracy', disrupting the peace in a place they have no claim over, where they were never asked for? Would we let them? Would there be any soldiers willing to fight the battles of a war that isn't theirs to fight, had the songs they whistled while marching across the fields been about peace and love? Would the world be as blinded to the truth as we are today? Would we be as complacent? Would the world be more about giving than selling?

What was life like in the eyes of John Lennon, exactly?

Because some people are different from others, because humanity is a tragedy unfolding, because the good die young, because the truth is constantly swept under the rug, because life is never fair, because the struggle of man will never end, because justice never seems to prevail, because the stars will never align the way they should, because conspiracy envelops every aspect of life, because Chapman was a mentally unstable man in possession of a gun who read 'Catcher in the Rye', because of a million reasons we cannot begin to understand, we will never, ever know first hand.

We can only imagine.

Rest in peace, John Winston Lennon (9 October 1940 ~ 8 December 1980)

* meant to post this yesterday but connection was non existent.

help me to help myself.

2009-12-01T21:37:00.000-08:00

-john lennon

whoever said accounts is a free A should be SLAYED.

because you. are a big. fat. lying. dragon. or vampire. or whatever it is people slay nowadays.

i know i've screwed it up, i know its gone.

and this is what its like to not even hope.

so stop being so happy around me, i can't stand it.

i'm not that big hearted.

rightful, textbook emotion: happy for others.
actual emotion: anything but.

i sound selfish, i'm conscious about it. but i know i'm not a selfish person, i'm a frustrated person.

i'm generally not emotional, i just hate to lose.

even if its something i hardly worked for.

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8 down, 3 to go.

if i say it often enough it must be true.

it won't kill me.
it won't kill me.
it won't kill me.

help me to help myself.

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on a lighter note, i just realised that

MLIA > FML x100

is it just me or is MLIA alot funnier?

i actually read 3 posts on little kids dissing miley cyrus, all in one sitting.

MLIA.

whatever gets you thru the night

2009-11-19T23:46:00.000-08:00

its alright, its alright.
whatever gets you thru the night - the beatles

history is officially, well. history :D :D

it was like a giant boulder got lifted off of me that i didn't even realize was on me (omg i wrote realise in my eng paper instead of realize i just realized its wrong because it got underlined when i typed it is it a british american thing or is it wrong omg IS IT WRONG???NOOO)

anyway point is, i feel like i can breathe now.

it only hit me after the paper - no history. again. forever. and ever amen.

goodbye kesultanan melayu melaka and the undervalued efforts of jaafar and dasar pembangunan negaras that go no where (masyarakat luar bandar just BANGUN already will you??? seriously!)

GOOD RIDDANCE, now go make the lives of some 4th formers hell :D

get a grip.

'you know when i was studying world war 1 last night, i thought it was ww2, so when i flipped the page i thought there was ww3'

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaaahahahahahaha. i couldn't resist.

sorry, spm does things to your sense of humour.

off to hit the wallbooks again. 3 down, 524 to go.

i wanna know what it'd be like
to find perfection in my pride,
to see nothing in the light
but turn it off
in all my spite.
in all my spite, i'll turn it off.

if this little light of mine combined with yours today

2009-10-25T22:54:00.000-07:00

how many villages could we save
how many lives could we illuminate?

graduating class of 09'

thus ends a chapter of our lives.

standing at the crossroads, its unbelievable but true, soon lots of us will part ways.

but we look toward to new beginnings and new experiences. we look toward the horizon and keep going. we look toward what's ahead. we look forward.

and occasionally, we might look back at these memories, each one a bead on a never ending string of pearls and say

PRAISE THE LORD FOR THE INTERNET :D

in 10 years or so, we so better be reuniting and chilling some place, comparing wages and kids and cars and shoes and hair ah you all.

all you future doctors, be ready to fake all my MCs. all you bankers, make me some money. all you lawyers, prepare me a kick ass divorce case.

all you rich bitches and filthy bastards, just CALL ME :D

in the meantime, see you in school.

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SPM, thou art such a royal pain, i long for thee to be over, so that thou may get thy ass out of my sight, and then i shall party til all eternity and never return home again. amen.

in the meantime, because i have absolutely no control over myself, i shall disconnect myself from the internet.

in three,

two,

one.

pah parah!

2009-10-24T08:34:00.000-07:00

HI :D :D

if you're here, online, reading this, then...

you shouldn't be.

you should be somewhere else, facebook or your blogs or whatever POSTING MY GRADUATION PICTURES!

i need pics! of the like 30 online that contain me at all there are only 3 of me that actually look decent. SERIOUSLY,

lol my mom just told me she spread some kaya on bread for my dog and my dog licked all the kaya and left the bread behind.

anyway as i was saying, not going for ballet for 3 months is killing me, figuratively, and therefore literally. if you don't get that sentence, think harder.

i
am
so
fat
i
can be
the
earth
and you're walking on me.

:(

so i'm waiting for decent looking pics of myself to surface so i can TOTALLY flood the system with em and you can forget about all the ugly ones! yay!

i need more jogging motivators man.

and i need to learn photoshop.

so yeah the point is, put up all my pictures! i need them so i can properly disconnect myself from the internet and study properly at peace, WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTANDDD.

gosh, ya'll are selfish.

:D

the only pics of myself i don't wince at so far.

zhenchi, yy and i

jenn, TANJUAN (haha!) yy and i

jenn shooting the photo with her camera, me shooting qi with my clutch, and yy...being yy.
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nicola tang, thank you for making my graduation night...small.

in comparison to your towering presence.

hahaaha.

thanks for letting us mess up your place woman :D you're the bombb.

Lim Yan Yun's tenone commandments:

THOU SHALT NOT PUNCH THY ENEMIES.

oh and shut up :D

<3
omg so lesbian.

somethin' like that.

2009-10-19T01:22:00.000-07:00

this is a song about my love for tangerines
this is a song about my favorite colors
and this is a song for those who love their enemies
this is a song that meant to be read in the in betweens

and this-

and this is a song for the world i knew
they were trying to pull over you
yeah they were trying to

i always put a little mistake in a fairly new song, in case someone's taping it, its absolutely worthless to them.

and this is a song for all the boys who fight the war
this is a song for all those boys who didn't start the war
this is a song to all the girls worth fighting for
this is a song for the world that i'm down for

this is a song for the chance i take
and the rules they were trying to make
and the rules i choose to break
and this is the song for the mom and pop

i don't think anyone has the whole song. its amazing though :)

mind games.

2009-10-16T02:25:00.000-07:00

upon reviving this blog i feared i wouldn't be able to keep it up very long.

but for the past 2 weeks or so however, to my surprise, i've been posting like 5 posts in 7 days?
i was like YEAH BABY, I'M ON FIRE!

now i find myself at a loss again. the heck.

so i'm just going to say whatever comes to mind lah.

so today right i was in megamall. dad and i were passing through jusco, and upon descending an escalator we saw like a GIANT THRONG of people crowding around a random space, and some dude's voice over the amplifier thingy yelling, like pasar. in the middle of a department store. wondering what was going on we went nearer to take a look. then in the occasional, rarely emerging gaps between aunties crammed shoulder to shoulder, i caught a glimpse of an arm strung with 4 handbags.

it was handbag happy hour! :D

benedetti polo handbags going at 80% discount, all for an hour only. remembering mom needed a new handbag, dad asked me to go and snatch a few options also. so i squeezed my way in and omg,

FREAKING WARZONE, I SWEAR.

these aunties damn ganas man! mun hak hei one! all you see are lots of hands sticking in the pile, grabbing and tossing, seriously like bloody lou sang like that, and laser eyes scanning the pile like mad scavengers.

and every 2 minutes or so, some guy will come with a giant box and yell EXCUSE ME STOK BARU and for about 5 seconds most of the hands will retract and he will pour a new box of bags into the pile and all the hands will start jabbing in again.

if you think aunties = lembik YOU'RE WROOONG.

it was total madness. one time i came out of the crowd to show daddy my pickings and we'd rate them together, and when i tried to force my way back in i had to attempt like 6 times from 6 different directions. fighting with aunties damn tiring man. duwan to be rude also cannot. i say excuse me no one choi me lol.

in the end, sweating slightly (in a mall!) i emerged with a few selections and dad and i settled on 2, one for me one for mom. mine was 179 bucks discounted to 36 bucks, mom's was 199 discounted to 40 bucks.

mine looks like this

only mine is new and in black, because i don't trust myself with white lol

cannot find one that looks like mom's, but we found her something simple and classy la.

so yeah, that was my friday afternoon, originally intended for studying. shit lah.

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i think i'm getting old.

not in the white hair and wrinkles kinda old (though my joints always pain, like old creaky bones) but in terms of taste, percept, mindset and things like that.

i used to hate olives, now i love em. i hated bittergourd, lady's fingers, mustard, garlic, ginger, flat pumps and now i love them all. i don't like soft drinks (unless i'm really hot and sweaty, then its awesome) don't like fast food, don't like candy (haven't outgrown chocolate and ice cream though) i freakin snack on dried fruits, and drink chinese tea by the gallons. see. i eat old people food.

when i was working at reception of my ballet centre, i got to talking with quite a few parents. once, i spoke to this mother who was in advertising, whose daughter is now a friend of mine (summer gan, if you're reading this), and at the end of our conversation she asked me how old i was. when i told her i was 16, she was in shock, she said i sounded like i was 60.

what's wrong with me man, seriously!

and now i think of it. right now, i basically listen to three people alot.

john lennon,

freddie mercury,

and jason mraz.

out of the three, 2 died before i was even born.

should i be worried?

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did you know, audrey hepburn, classic beauty of all time, had a pet deer?

meet Pippin, the domesticated deer.

damn cool right! i want one toooo!

fear of the unknown.

2009-10-13T23:59:00.000-07:00

how do you explain something you don't understand?

sometimes, you think you're safe until suddenly, you can no longer plead ignorance.

i typed an entire entry as a response to what was a thinly veiled post addressed to me.

i was about to click publish post, to put it up.

then i realised how public this is, 'publishing'.

its not for anyone else,

its for you.

hence, its addressed to you, in your mailbox.

let's be nice, please?

under pressure

2009-10-12T01:37:00.000-07:00

girls on graduation:
insert name of any female: so what you wearing ah? oh i guess like a dress, maybe sleeveless, you think can ah? oh should be fine lah, i wearing one shoulder leh. har? who say slacks? serious ah? what's the dress code wor? formal? formal got a lot of types one leh, got dinner formal, function formal, conference formal, formal formal, semi formal...which one leh? will it look good with the robes? robes until the shin right? are you bringing a clutch........

guys on graduation:
girls: eh qi, what you wearing for graduation ah? uh, graduation robes? haiyo under the robes lah. underwear? omg between the underwear and the robes?!?

oh. some clothes i guess.

we are SO amusing.

ps: seperate note, thanks for all the nice comments about my story, paiseh la. its not that great lah! but i thought i should mention, i meant for it to end like guy dies to save girl, and girl dies to save guy, so neither of them managed to save each other, and therefore life is such an ironic tragedy. but i didn't have enough time so girl didn't get to die.

I got the reason to be roamin' out the coverage area

2009-10-10T21:50:00.000-07:00

today, i saw some ants roaming my desk. so i tapped the table, so they'd know i was here and make a run for it. (i don't like killing ants, they're so helpless its unfair, besides they leave a bad smell) so as expected they traveled superspeed, trailing their own scents in circles trying to get back to their colony.

and then, you know how two ants like, connect with each other, antennae to antennae?

i saw 3 ants connect with one ant, which wasn't moving. then i realized that ant was semi-squashed and couldn't move. they seemed to come to some agreement and 2 of the 3 ants sped off, leaving one ant with the immobile semi squashed ant.

then with my own eyes, i watched the remaining ant drag the immobile ant by its hind legs, trail its own scent, all the way back to their colony. rescuing her sister in the midst of panic.

no ant left behind.

i've always had some kind of. respect for ants.

needless to say they're constantly on the move, they just never stop. they move in swarms, conquer in armies.

we kill ants like nobody's business, and we forget they're life forms too. every single one has a life, a history, a future.

who are we to put an end to that? what, cos we're bigger?

the next time you see a swarm of ants some place you don't want, don't just kill them, they're just doing their job. bang the table or something, give them a little earthquake and a chance to run. not moving fast enough? blow them away. see an ant drowning? scoop it up and let it go. let and let live.

maybe then when god one day decides to reach down his giant colony with his thumb to kill us all, he might just decide to miss you.

no i'm not some hippie. i just respect ants. you should too!

the show must go on

2009-10-09T08:54:00.001-07:00

so i don't normally do the 'so this is how my day went' kinda post, i don't see anyone getting the kicks out of 'wake up go school come back sleep' but this is a semi that kinda post about last night cos i find it rather amusing :D

so last night i came back about slightly before 11. mom complained she was having food poisoning and being a pain about it so i had to go clinic to clinic looking for charcoal. and i found it and am therefore triumphant because you don't get to buy medicine at clinics without the patient seeing the doctor and

omg dad just did a boogie. dance. something. scarred for life.

-anyway yeah i had to like ask for it with a big smile before someone sold it to me. sales and marketing, suck that!

then we came home dad and i got on our comps and suddenly bu4 totally blacked out.

no electricity = no computer = boredom.
boredom = sleep but no electricity = no aircond therefore
no electricity = no sleep

so having nothing to do (and being very puteri lilin) dad and i decided to go out, at least car got aircond. went to the usual rental place to get some movies and came back.

still no electricity.

so we went back out to get a drink. 3 teh o ais limaus later, came back at quarter to 1.

still no electricity.

i was supposed to have school the following day.

so i went in the house, took 3 pillows, and we crashed in the car :D

until around 2a.m. when the electricity came back on :D

and i wagged school this morning. there's your story nic, sorry!

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speaking of, twice my height and half my weight otherwise known as nicola tang is a new member of the blogosphere, first post mentions yours truly :)

extract from http://mysilverbittersweetlining.blogspot.com/

you're not lost. you're just undiscovered. you have so many awesome things you wanna do. you have too many choices. thats why you cant decide. ***
the best part about getting lost. IS THAT YOU ALWAYS FIND YOUR WAY BACK. WITH THE GUIDANCE OF LAME FRIENDS THAT IS (: AND THAT YOU DISCOVER YOURSELF. YOU BECOME AN ADVENTURER (:

wow, thank you sweetie :D i really hope you're right.

because not knowing drives you freaking mad, i tell you.

i want so much, and i get so little, right?

right now i want a muffin.

random: FREDDIE MERCURY, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE :( :( :( :( :(

fuck you aids, seriously, get lost!

i want more than words can describe.

2009-10-08T01:46:00.000-07:00

extract from jason mraz's blog, freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com: letters from lexiphania

Dear Good Lady Friday,

I slept at the studio last night. The couch was too short and a backwards jacket my only blanket. It was too late when I got back from the gig to try and make the trip home. The night before George had been mugged so the thought wasn’t tempting. I slept between the keyboards and the guitars, the number 23 bus route, and the cleaning staff that showed up around 6am and cleaned around me.

I knew you wanted something from the bar last night, so I ordered it. But you never came, so I drank it. I played a short set last night. I knew you ‘d have some requests. And though you never came, I still sang them.

Today I feel dirty and my hair confused, but in a romantic Neal Cassidy kind of way. I’ll have to rock the same socks and jocks as yesterday all for the love of you and the game. I can hide my shame under my hat while an old toothbrush takes me back. That’s close enough for jazz and good enough for rock and roll.

It was only a Thursday after all. You didn’t miss anything. I only missed you.

-m

pretty in the most heartbreaking way, isn't it? every little thought that gets transferred to words by this guy will turn out pretty damn beautiful.

kinda makes you wanna be the person he's talking about, because she is SO damned privileged.

i want companionship. i want comfort, but i want adventure. i want tireless fun, endless laughs. i want drunk happiness, i want sober maturity. i want understanding, i want peace, i want easy. i want substance, not form. i want inside jokes and a world to share with one person and one person only. i want.

all or nothing. that is how i want it to be.

introducing liu bolin, contemporary artist from China, a.k.a. the invisible man. kinda mindblowing.

if you're not scared, you're not paying attention.

2009-10-06T00:27:00.000-07:00

-miranda bailey

it never hit me before but spm really is coming. i'm not ready, and i'm terrified of the consequeces, and yet i don't seem to be able to do anything about it. what is wrong with me? i need help :(

anyone?

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2009 spm trial paper, english essay:

i knew i had only three months left to live...

I knew I had 3 months left to live.

I knew I had 2 problems. One, in 92 days, my heart would stop. Two, I was about to leave behind the love of my life, and he has no idea what is about to happen.

I knew I had one thing left to do.

* * *

' I have good news,' said Dr. Parker as she entered the room with a smile that couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.

He held his breath, knowing what was coming but not daring to believe it, afraid he might burst his own bubble.

'It's a perfect match, congratulations John,' said Dr Parker.

He exhaled with relief and smiled. Life really is a play of irony. Everything falls into place, just when you're about to leave the scene. He thanked the doctor, saying, as he walked towards the door that he will see her again next week, at the same time.

'Don't you dare appear any sooner,' she said, as he closed the door to her office.

He looked up the second the hospital ceiling was replaced with blue sky. The sun was a brilliant, blazing ball, the clouds painted the sky in still pictures of rolling waves. The glare burned into the back of his eyes. He liked watching skies. It was a recent habit he'd acquired, to make up for all the times he kept his eyes down, ignoring the passing opportunites, thinking what he had was everything he needed. And it was, too. He had a job he loved, a Porsche that turned heads, even a golden retriever. Most of all, he had Anna.

Anna. He closed his eyes and felt a smile bubbling from within. Anna and John, who would've thought it would happen? They were both such free spirits, neither had ever needed anyone else, until they met each other. They were the most unlikely people to become an item, but that only made it more endearing to him.

She thinks she only has three months left to live.

The thing is, he only had 2 months left before he would go completely blind. And he didn't plan on living without her, his vision or his independence. All or nothing, that was how he did things. This was no different.

The one thing left for John to do: to prove Anna wrong.

* * *

When they say what you never know won't hurt you, they have no idea what they're talking about. I would say 'what you never know won't hurt you, just yet.'

Ever since I found out about my failing heart, my thoughts were only of John. I didn't want to leave him, I knew it would break him. He needed me but would never admit it, just like I would never admit that I was the one who threw his cactus through his window. I wanted to leave without him ever knowing of my dying, this is the one secret I would do anything to keep.

Until I found out his secret – he was going blind. I didn't know when, but I knew it was soon.

I've been there for him in life, why not in death?

* * *

Their favourite song was on the radio, 'If' by Bread. John smiled and sang along, every line a new revelation, although he'd heard it a thousand times. The car was parked in the woods by the lke they once swam in. John looked out across the lake with its reflection of a distorted moon bobbing up and down...up and down...its lines beginning to blur...

“then one by one, the stars would all go out; then you and I would simply fly away...”

John closed his eyes, and pressed the 'send' button on his mobile, the last thing he did with his last breath.

* * *

I am in my car, 1 kilometre away from the cliff. When I pass the signboard, I will let go of the wheel, and put my hands over my eyes, the only part of me that will be saved, to save another. Gruesome as it sounds, I find the thought calming. This body will fail me soon, if it gives John the opportunity to have his body at its best, I would gladly give it up for him.

Which is why I'm here, my foot on the pedal, my eyes on the road, my mind determined and everything is going as planned...when the phone rings.

My foot slams on the brake without thinking. I pick up the phone.

It's Dr Parker.

I have a heart donor.

She doesn't have to say it, it hangs in the silences, a fruit too ripe. The heart is John's.

He knew my secret all along...just like I knew his.

Tears rolling down my cheeks, I back away from the cliff in acceptance.

END.

46/50 :D i hardly write stories, so yeah. thought i'd share :D

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we all get lost sometimes. i lived my entire life feeling somewhat lost.

i like to think its not what makes us weak willed or less determined, it just makes us all too human.

maybe its not about giving in, its about giving.

because when you finally surrender, you forget what you were fighting for in the first place.

why move time so pass?

horizontally vertical.

2009-10-05T01:35:00.000-07:00

hahahaahahahahaa OMG I'M LAUGHING AT NERD JOKES.

you know what they say about crossing the line, over to the dark side? the threshold of matahari IS that line.
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extract from yy's blogpost:

" fine pen ! have sex with the pink pencil! well, i wanna fuck jason mraz! "
Says Soon yi to her cheating pen. ( i know! whats wrong with her right! :B)

I PLEAD OUTRIGHT SLANDER! if you were there, you'd agree that i was the sane one in the conversation.

like, seriously.

i swear!

yy: i wonder what its like being crazy.
soons: what do you mean, you wonder?
yy: screw you.

* * *

yy: well i think crazy people are happy. i think it would be nice to be crazy.
soons: yeah but only if i get to be the "*in a dazed, blank eyed way* the birds are unicorns and the sky is green" kinda crazy, not the 'they're out to GET me, i tell you!" kinda crazy.
yy: HIGH FIVE GIRLFRIEND.

don't judge, you're no better.

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extract from 'the MANY bimbos in my life', season 83, episode 859, part 3a(i) yes there are that many episodes.

nic puts head on table, cheek down.
nic tips trophy on table, trophy lies sideways on table. nic stares at said trophy.

nic: look, its standing!
soons: ... *wtf face*

soons places trophy upright again.

soons: oh no, it fell.

that's all for today folks, tune in tomorrow, there's SO much more where that came from.

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because perspectives are flip sides of the same coin.

so flip the damn coin over, before you speak.

saturday, in the park

2009-10-02T01:47:00.000-07:00

Today LIM YAN YUN told me her third and forth fingers look like Mary and Joseph.

well, what do you think of HER now? :d(smiley inserted because yy ocd)

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random conversation: me trying to get dad to go out and get me a drink and dad trying to avoid it

me: thirsty la. i want a nice, cold drink.
dad: rig up something yourself la.
me: the only thing cold to drink in this house is like ice water lah.
dad: ice water's good!
me: *glare*
dad: fine fine fine. you go to the kitchen, make yourself a nice honey drink, add some lemon-
me: no lemon.
dad: well, IMAGINE some lemon then...
me: ...hahahaahahaa way to get out of a chore dad.

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jason mraz's blog post on kids about the ocean is so incredibly cute. clickclickclick!

best seat in the house.

2009-10-01T00:56:00.000-07:00

the only thing really certain about life, is death. everything else is a variable. times change, landscapes change, technology advances, cultures evolve. the earth doesn't just turn about its axis, it wobbles at an angle. love matures, relationships grow. trends come and go, money inflates and crashes.

and most of all, people change.

i change, you change. maybe, if we're lucky, our changes might compliment one another and ten years from now, we'll find that the winding paths of our lives intertwine with one other. we would've left square one so far behind, and yet still be side by side. if we're not so lucky, our changes may lead away from one another. we could be anywhere - far from where we started, or right back at the beginning, but apart nonetheless. its may not be right, nor is it wrong, it just happens.

they say love when you no longer search for better, but settle with the person you have. hence i've come to believe that in life, maybe you are allowed to love more than one person after all. i believe everyone has a soulmate, the difference is whether or not you meet. meeting your soulmate is entering a partnership, a contract of engaging the company of the other to the end.

to me, meeting your soulmate is finding companionship.

the person you marry may not be your soulmate. that's fact. you build a family, you have a life together. the person you marry may not be your soulmate, but is still a person you love and still someone who becomes very much a part of your life. you spend eternity with the person or you may not, because we change. our changes may compliment one another, bring us to places together; our changes could drive us apart. our changes could bring us elsewhere, alone. or our changes could alter the paths of our lives, our decisions and our entering different circles of people, and lead us to our soulmates.

life is never fair, but that's only because someone else took more than they should have, leaving us with the short end of the straw. but the principle remains: no one should have to pay for our mistakes besides ourselves.

mistakes are very much a part of life. we make them, we pay for them, we learn, we gain, we move on.

that being said, we fall in love, we make families. we change and we grow, that's a life process. when our lives' paths lead away from one another, we fall out of love.

mistake made and acknowledged.

we want to quit, we want to close the chapter, we want to move on. we want it so much we are ashamed to look at one another. but first, we must pay.

no one should take more than they're entitled to, no one should dish out more than they take in. no one should have to pay for your mistake, least of all your children whom YOU brought to this world. the problem began between 2 people, and should end with the same 2 people, no more and no less. children should never have to live with the short end of the straw, until they grow up and become adults, the fancy word for 'capable of making our own mistakes'.

mistake paid for.

only then do we learn, only then do we gain, only then can we move on to better or worse.

no one may be able to really pinpoint what life is about, but we can pretty much agree that experience is a major factor. so on the way to wherever it is we're going, even when it may be no where, keep your eyes open, keep your mind open, keep your senses engaged.

the only thing really certain about life, is death.

so stop, and smell the flowers.

marvel, love, smile, grow, change, live.

my point? i don't really know. this really is just a train of thought.
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on a lighter note,

go forth and have fun, because its all over too fucking fast.

i am the walrus! coo coo catchoo!

2009-09-29T00:07:00.000-07:00

hahaha. i love calvin & hobbes and zits. the comic lah obviously, not the real thing.

:D a little something to perk you up, if you, like me, realised how much you shouldn't have gotten out of bed today because the day was going to be SO crap.

seriously.

the stars must've been aligned for disaster. the moon must've been in cancer or aquarius or some crap. i should've seen it coming. i should've read the signs I SHOULD'VE READ THE GODDAMNED TIMETABLE.

bm, sejarah, and addmath, all in one day. SWEET.

i hate feeling stupid :(

Today, i learned that the gap between the elevator and the 6th floor landing of my apartment building is approximately one key's width wide. FML

Today, i was talking and joking with my boyfriend. He said "Hey wanna hear a joke?" I said "Yes." He said, "Our relationship." and walked away. He seriously dumped me through a one-liner. FML

Today, my daughter asked me when was the first time I had sex. After i told her 22 she quickly shouted, "Beat ya!" She's thirteen. FML

Today, I found out I'm sterile. My wife and I have three kids: 14, 11 and 4. FML

lol. reading about the misfortunes of others DOES make you feel better :D

you've more to give the world, yet you keep your secrets to yourself till you press them to a pearl.

2009-09-26T08:15:00.000-07:00

Gosh it feels like just an hour ago i was gloating about our ten day holiday and how we totally deserve it after like a whole month of exams.

As long as it took to come, it passed twice as fast.

I did nothing. Of all the ambitious things I meant to do in this week i've probably done like, one of them, which is to go shopping. Hahaha. But just as well. Becaue after this break, i'm SUPPOSEDLY going to nerd my ass off till spm. I'm saying this now so should the temptation arise to sway me away from this plan, i'll be embarrassed to succumb to it because i've publicly written that I was going to study so I AM GOING TO STUDY, DAMMIT.

I'm sooo dreading getting back my results lah. Monday, bloody monday.

Oh yeah, does anyone even like remember about our physics paper on monday?

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You know how we see a decent looking person and go 'duuuuuude, smokin.' or 'check out the jugs on that one' or 'i'd tap that'.

ew.

anyway my point is we see someone and go 'she's pretty' or 'she's hot' or she's fugly, right?

LET ME SET THIS STRAIGHT.

Okay lah fugly is a giant heading under which all ugly falls. But there IS a difference between hot and pretty.

I can't explain it, so i'll just show you.

HOT IS:

megan foxx

kim kardashan

paris (not really but whatever)

PRETTY IS:

alba

kate beckinsale

zooey deschanel

but BEAUTIFUL IS:

grace kelly

audrey hepburn

and they're dead. So this generation, we've lost it.

cos i mean yeah hot is great and all,

But beautiful never dies.

well you're magic, he said

2009-09-21T09:29:00.002-07:00

Well you're magic, he said
But don't let it all go to your head
'Cause I bet if you all had it all figured out
Then you’d never get out of bed
Well no doubt
Of all the things that I’ve read what he wrote me
Is now sounding like the man I was hoping to be
Keep on keeping it real
'Cause it keeps getting easier he'll see
He’s the reason that I’m laughing
Even if there’s no one else
He said, you’ve got to love yourself

He said you shouldn’t mumble when you speak
But keep your tongue up in your cheek
And if you stumble onto something better
Remember that it’s humble that you seek
And you’ve got all the skill you need
Individuality
You’ve got something
Call it gumption
Call it anything you want
Because when you play the fool now
You’re only fooling everyone else
You’re learning to love yourself.

There’s no price to pay
When you're givin' what you take
That’s why it’s easy to thank you.

Let’s say take a break from our day
and get back to the old garage.
Because life’s too short anyway
but at least it’s better than average
As long as you got me and I got you
You know we've got a lot to go around
I’ll be your friend Your other brother
Another love to come and comfort you
And I’ll keep reminding
If it’s the only thing I ever do
I will always love you
It's true I love, it's true I love, its true
It's you I love

Climb up
over the top
Survey the state of the soul
You’ve got to find out for yourself
whether or not you’re truly trying
Why not
give it a shot?
Shake it, Take control and inevitably
wind up finding for yourself
All the strengths you have inside still rising

Climb up
over the top
Survey the state of the soul
You’ve got to find out for yourself
whether or not you’re truly trying
Why not
give it a shot?
Shake it, Take control and inevitably
wind up finding for yourself
all the strengths you have inside of you.

Jason Mraz - Song for a Friend

read, listen, ponder.

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on a seperate note, Jeremy Tang is desperate to be famous.

he knows that the only way he can achieve fame is to ride on my glory.

since he wants it so badly, i shall give him a leg up and post a little something about him here.

Jeremy is

a kid,

Scraps,

full of crap,

my co-beggar in london,

GAY.

read, envision, ponder.

no lah don't.

i got the dynamo of volition

2009-09-19T10:50:00.000-07:00

you know what i don't get?

people in general.

let me come clean. i don't have a tv. our family just plain doesn't own one, wouldn't get one if we needed to.

i know, what the heck? but hear me out.

a few years back our tv blew, and dad decided we weren't gonna buy a new one. mom and i were like shucks what an ass. but being techies, all of us got our own entertainment on our own computers. and i began to discover the massive choice of entertainment and stuff online, and the choice was growing too with the introduction of p2p programs torrents youtube and whatnot.

but i still thought we were missing out.

so once in a while i'd go back to my grandma's and go like hey i get to watch some tv yay! so i'd get on the couch, remote in hand and get ready for some entertainment.

hmm kinda boring. nevermind flip channel.

uhh. maybe the next one.

wtf is this. next.

don't worry there are about like 800 channels on this thing right.

flip

flip

flip

flip

oh what the- flip

watching tv is supposed to cure boredom, so why the hell am i bored actually WATCHING tv?

then i realised. i actually don't miss tv at all.

i know you don't get what i'm saying but for real, i don't miss watching tv at all. most people still find joy in watching tv because you do it everyday, you accept it as it is and you don't ask for more. once you stop and completely wean off it, you start to find other alternatives, and then tv just plain isn't so great anymore.

so what i'm really trying to talk about is choice.

we need to be reminded that we have choices sometimes, and we need to seriously exhaust those choices people because being spoonfed anything and everything the media wants you to ingest is bad to say the least.

i don't watch tv because i select exactly what i put in my mind. i don't listen to the radio because i determine exactly what is put on my playlist. i choose what i want to eat, i decide what i want to wear.

i choose to pick my own content of my own life, down to the last damn detail. (or at least i try)

do you?

to say that tv is a good source of entertainment, news and connectivity is old news. our media has developed, so develop with it. you realise everything that is made mainstream is carefully filtered and selected for your viewing right. if you think you're getting any truth (more like lies by omission) from your tv news, i can't even begin to tell you how wrong you are. mainstream media is manipulated to the agenda of the ruling government whatever that may be.

if your brain didn't register that, what i'm essentially saying is your elected representatives pick what you see, choose what you hear, determine what you consume.

hello? freedom of choice? are you going to blindly have that taken away?

picture this:

dinnertime. table is set. family members shuffle in one by one, take a plate, heap it high with food, shuffle back out. family sit around tv. family gather, but never really acknowledge one another. family gaze like zombies upon their glowing tv panel, mechanically chewing what they're brain subconsciously passes off as food. no conversation, no how was your days, no you'll never guess what happened to me todays.

just total undivided attention to the fucking inanimate television.

and suddenly *thank god* a real freakin voice speaks.

'dad can you pass the soya sauce?'

quality family time my colossal ass. sound familiar? sound like your typical dinnertime?

the united kingdom have set aside a day every year when the entire nation simply UNPLUGS. its NO TV DAY.

many people have begun to see the adverse effects on tv and have begun to give it up altogether, like this guy

who says he's

1. Becoming more aware of the TV’s presence
2. Noticing TV’s presence outside the home
3. Saving time4. Expanding socially
5. Seeking higher quality entertainment (told you so)
6. Feeling more ambitious
7. Spending less time on the computer (ok la this i disagree)
8. Not missing TV

heck, even the ever so philosophical and wise (&horny) beyond his years Jason Mraz condones it.
http://freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com

'In a household with no TV, it’s easy to bring good games to life. In our home, we are suckers for...'
okay so i was actually looking for this other post he mentioned about switching off the tv but i can't find it and i'm too lazy so this will do.

am i making any sense to you?

speaking from experience i can tell you there's NOTHING on tv you can't get online. the only difference is you get to choose.

choose your playlist. choose your tv programs. choose your government JUST BLOODY CHOOSE.

i'm not being self righteous or anything but seriously,

by your own volition, start today.

turn off your tv, and switch on your mind.

off to watch grey's anatomy now. meredith is such a whiny hag.

RESURRECTION

2009-09-17T08:20:00.000-07:00

of

1. my life

2. this blog

trials ended today! FINALbloodyLY.
exams for one month / 4 weeks / 28 days / 1 period cycle SUCKS. the living daylight out of me. its like i never thought this day would come. i live once more. for about 10 days anyway.

TO DO:
chill
watch grey's anatomy
chill
shop
chill
sleep
chill
chat
chill
REPEAT

i know, i'm SO busy.

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i know i was wrong to leave you behind. i know i've been absent and never ever there. i know i was wrong to walk out on this. i shouldn't have taken you for granted.

but i'm back. i'm here. i'm ready to try. and i'm sorry.

and i swear that i will give it my all, if you give me one more shot.

i'll never forsake you again, blog.

yeah lah i know lah you're probably rolling your eyes and placing bets on how long this blog attempt will last. but you see right my problem is everyday i get faced with interesting things that make good blogging material and think to myself 'this will look funny in type' and then when i come home and stare at the screen my mind blanks.

and i can't think of anything to write.

and then someone messages me and i reply.

then i youtube.

then i watch grey's anatomy.

then i sign in facebook.

then i reply more messages.

and i never arrive back at the blog tab.

my attention span like goldfish lah sorry. i try lah kay try :)

till next time, hopefully.

asshole.

2008-07-23T08:58:00.001-07:00

Kenny Ng, aged eight. enjoy.

i know its damn overdue, but

2008-07-03T22:33:00.000-07:00

i lost count how many saturdays ago, smkbud(4) had its annual mal- i mean. Hari Bakat (pfft).

about 150 kids were involved, me included. i participated in choir and a band item, Accidental Superheroes,

consisting of (clockwise from left) janice, hauyon, me, john ting-a-ling, huajie and junyen. we arrived bright and early on saturday morning, ready to kick ass and blow minds.

warning: rant ahead.

the thing is, for the two days of rehearsal we had in KBU college, during which we sounded so sucky because the sound system was crap, and noise + bad sound system = garbage. so instead of phantom of the opera - beat it - that's what you get - love song as planned, we had to change it to phantom, wine red by the hush sound and our winning number, love song. we were promised better sound system. a better sound system that was about to cost us 2k for 2 hours. a better sound system with wireless handheld mics. on the day itself, participants were advised to come at 9 for soundtest with said glorified sound system, which we were informed would come at 6.30 in the morning to set up.

we arrived at 8 o clock to see the van only JUST arriving and moving in their colossal black amps and monitors. AT EIGHT O'CLOCK. what happened to 6.30 in the morning man. gosh.

so yeah by the time we did our soundcheck it was probably 9 plus. we waited so long we ate charkueytiao watched some movie on some tv and i even had time to like run to starbucks and back to get my makeup done okay. but finally it was done and things went okay. mics worked.
so it officially started at ten, opening with the school choir. and then eventually the 7th item approached, which was the item before ours. we were behind the curtains, setting up. there was hauyon on the drums at the back, junyen on the keyboard on the left, guitarists around. there was to be a mic at the keyboard, and two other wireless mics. one for me and one for junyen for the second song.

so we were setting up right. and we realized the mic at the keyboard wasn't working. *2k technical my colossal ass* AND we were already announced. but due to technical difficulty (sucky mics and gay technical people) they couldn't allow the curtain to open because well the mic wasn't working. so the audience was left to wait and wonder what the hell was going on. after about 3 weeks, the mic finally worked and so the curtains opened, and accidental superheroes began their performance with phantom of the opera.

oh yeah and i was supposed to give an eerie scream, to freak everyone out, and i did scream. but gay mic never work. $*#!@##@!@ SERIOUSLY!

after 30 seconds of our phantom intro (which i daresay wasn't too bad =D) junyen came in with the hush sound's Wine Red. only no one heard it because AGAIN, the mic failed to function. seriously damn frustrating lor! so i ran across the stage to hold my mic for junyen to sing her part into. only then did everyone realize that the mics weren't working. after a while the her mic worked so we carried on through for wine red, which i *think* everyone enjoyed. i hope =)

and then it was time for sara bareilles's love song. janice got on the keyboard junyen vacated to pick up her wireless mic, she was supposed to start singing first.

BUT GUESS WHAT.

you guessed it. her mic didn't work for the 3046th time. so we swapped mics so she could be heard. so MY mic wasn't working. AND DON'T TELL ME I NEVER ON KAY. i checked the mic, the red light was on, AND i pushed the button. it was all i could do to not throw the mic at the technical people, bloody gays. so when i sang, no one heard me (obviously).

so in the end, junyen and i had to share one mic in the middle of the stage.

i cannot tell you how we actually kept our megawatt stage smiles plastered on our faces throughout the performance, because i really have no idea. all our plans for showmanship, all gone because we were TOO BUSY sharing ONE MIC in the middle of the stage. it was so infuriating. we were so, so unlucky.

but we finished our performance like sports anyway, to receive a tremendous round of applause.

so we'd like to thank everyone who cheered for us and showed your support, even when we sounded ridiculous. you guys are the best, the whole experience was great because of you.

so our performance finally came to an end, and we stepped into a line and took our bow. hearing the cheering and screaming from the crowd was awesome, and we were smiling like no tomorrow, but when the curtains closed...

MOTHERFATHER. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??

hahaha but anyway it was still a lot of fun =) i don't know how much we sucked exactly, its simply impossible to hear anything from up there. and impossible to see also. spotlights damn blinding wei! but i don't really care anymore. because we did our best, and it was enough. i'd say it was one of the best experiences, ever.

allow me.

2008-06-30T02:50:00.000-07:00

yes, i *finally* have a blog. after plenty of 'you should really start a blog'. just like i've had plenty of ' you should be a lawyer', and 'you should totally join the debate team' and 'you should really run for president..'

okay that last one was stretching it abit much.

anyway so here it is, www.icouldntdecide.blogspot.com (without the apostrophe, they simply don't allow it) because i truly couldn't decide. trust me, i've typed in oneheadlight, insertnamehere, nothingisavailable and they were ALL taken. i love life, just when i wanna blog it seems the entire population is doing it. its titled 'because i talk too much' for reasons you probably already understand. i know it isn't much yet because i haven't had the time, all it has is the default template and a lala first post that was written by none other than (LET ME STRESS THIS) kenny ng kaishen. but then obviously you already knew that right. and i'd LIKE to put in a proper layout but they keep giving me some inappropriately formed html nonsense, whatever the hell that means. after what felt like 80 tries i gave it up altogether. i'll get to it, someday.

anyway, i hope this one lasts, i forgot the name of my last one, let alone the password. hahahaha.

Here's to www.icouldntdecide.blogspot.com - because i talk too much.

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