Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Amanda Theory

I have a theory.

Oh well, not really. Graci and I were discussing it. It's about the same topic as my last post. LOVE

Here's my theory:

God put us all in this world with one purpose right. And it has nothing to do with finding your true love!

God made Eve for Adam right? Out of his rib right? So you see, they are ONE.

Which means, with every man and woman out there, they come in PAIRS! However, due to certain circumstances, we might be put together (like those memory card games), so you have to flip flip flip each card until you find the right one!

And when you do, you'll know, he or she's the right one for you.. *cue loud AWW...*

See, so you can be single your WHOLE LIFE, until you flip over the correct card (which is basically just meeting new ppl) , then you find, holey moley maceroly! He/She's my PERSON!

Corny lifetime movie channel music plays and you walk down the aisle in a white dress.

See. So I've learnt from this theory that: "if you're single, it doesn't matter, because one day you'll find your dude and be happy forever."

- don't mock me! -

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

So embarrassingI

Yesterday.. Was frightfully embarassing. (well I'm not totally talking about myself.) TEEHEE

Let's not go into vivid, disgraceful memories of the distant past. Let's just say it has to do with a text message, a show of skin, - at the wrong place! - a ton of tripping (over large, visible, dustbins), and claws. Well, imaginary claws.

So enough about the shame-faced story of my sordid -I'm kidding! Sordid... My life is as boring as a sheet of paper - past.

Today's topic has to be the most common place, everyday topic that millions. No billions of people think, write, cry, laugh and snigger about.

LOVE - like blood. but evil-ler

correct right? Too many people in the world obsess about it. And from young, we're hit by not so subtle messages in the media (THAT IS FREAKING EVERYWHERE) that love is wonderful, perfect, bittersweet, aww...-worthy etc etc. There has always been a huge hype about it, from holidays: Valentine's Day, White Day, All the Parent days.

Then there are the books and movies that have a whole genre specially for this feeling. You don't see anger getting a genre to itself do you? Even "children's books" have love! Peter Pan, Harry Potter, Twilight, Anne Rice, The Notebook, Twelfth Night, etc etc. I can't even put an AND because there is a never ending list of this.

It makes people go crazy you know. This emotion. Feeling. Whatever you call it. Big men cry over it. People start looking for it once they get a whiff of it, never giving up hope of finding, the one. They change girl/boyfriends practically once a week. They can never be alone. Everytime they find a new person to oogle at, they think, "could she be a potential, the one?"

How annoying.

Sadly. I have to confess that I too have harboured that longing, to find the one. Of course I didn't find him but well, it was an interesting experience to feel depressed, miserable and suicidal all at the same time. Then once you're over it, you go, "woah. It's so much more better to be single." Then you start on the warpath by reading books, watching movies, reading blogs (i still feel sad about that blog), reading manga, watching anime, looking at the couples around you and you want one too! You want to find, the one.

I heard this funny saying: "Love is patient, love is kind, love will make you lose your mind" HAHAHA James Mardsen said it. So funny! So true please.

See. The ever encompassing joy of love. PFFTT....

- so what if i'm bitter! -

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The sound! The NOISE!

Today must be my unlucky day.

I woke up to the strains of someone singing "As The Deer". I love this old hymn, but I absolutely would love to personally head downstairs and strangle the tone-deaf, screeching person downstairs.

So i struggle out of bed, go about doing my regular human time, (Edward doesn't need human time... So he waits for Bella instead!!) finally plonk myself in front of my laptop to start on the long overdue Film Theory Term Paper a.k.a. FTTP.

So I get started on the FTTP, armed with the Grease VCD in hand, a ton of websites opened, my library books at the side, a cold drink and a sandwich at my other side.

THEN, it starts.

The drilling! The minuet clack clack of a drill starting on some tiles, then the full blown roar of the dangerous machine. Then it starts moving downwards, the sound drills into my brain drowning out the sweet strains of Olivia Newton John singing "Hopelessly devoted to you... oooooo..." HELLO! How am I supposed to feel her emotions and write about it when all I can hear are the thuds and the overly enthusiastic cracking of tiles?

Finally, it stops, so I rewind and start again, the "dum chak dum dum chak" starts. I glare out of my tiny window to the corner house where I believe an idiot is thumping away at a drum set. HE'S MOVING TO THE WRONG BEAT OF "HOPELESSLY DEVOTED"! How, am I, supposed to watch my damn movie. Even employing the use of the greatest invention God has ever allowed on our blue planet. Headphones! Yet. The damn drums penetrate the pink perfection nestled on my ears!

Oh woe is me.

Maybe He's telling my to wait for Jihan to get to my house first then get started on the crap FTTP.

NAHH... We're supposed to be doing other stuff! Like movies and shite.

Anyways for people who are doing FTTP on old movies, check out this website ->
http://70s.fast-rewind.com/

and
http://www.stuckinthe70s.com/

this website is just fun to visit. It has LAVA LAMPS! oo.... lumpy bits of wax get me high.

- shut up and listen. -

Sunday, July 20, 2008

why's his eyes a different colour?

If Kristen was 18 and she asked this question she'll probably be faced with charges of racism or something equally hideous.

She's lucky she's only five.

Was serving in church today, thank God I managed to wake up! I'm such a lazybum. Sander, this new kid came in. His parents are American if I'm not wrong. He has the most beautiful blueish-greenish eyes ever and the softest blondest hair! (I'm probably being biased cause he's like the first ang mor kid I've taken care of haha) ALL KIDS ARE BEAUTIFUL IN GOD'S EYES OKAY! mine too.

He wasn't keen on sitting on his own for the first time, so I hung out with him. I'm proud to say he was quite attached to me! See... Now I miss IKEA. I wanna go back and work at smalland! *sighs* children are so cute.

Anyways, that major cutie was sitting on my lap when Kristen comes up and scrutinizes his eyes.

Kristen: "Teacher..."

Me: "Yes dear?"

Kristen: "How come his eyes different colour? Mine is black colour.'

TIO STUNNED!

Me: "Well.. God made us all different. So he gave us all different coloured eyes too."

Kristen: she frowns and leans forward to scrutinize more. "Your eyes and my eyes black colour..."

TIO STUNNED AGAIN!

Me: " Urm... No.. Your eyes are brown! See... We're all different!" I try this in hope that she won't realize I have no idea what to say.

Inevitably, it ends in failure. Kristen looks at me, clearly not believing a word I say, saunters off to listen to SuZhen tell the bible story of the day.

Oh the embarrassment.

To be shamed by a 5 year old girl...

ANYWAYS! Moral of the story is: Next time when you get married and have tiny tots. Teach them that everyone is unique and different coloured eyes are perfectly fine! tsktsk.

-
He loves me not. and probably never -

Friday, July 18, 2008

it started out as a feeling

which then grew into a hope

which then turned into a quiet thought

which then turned into a quiet word


and then the word grew stronger and stronger

till it was a battle cry...


- Regina Spektor, The Call


A childish hope, A childish dream,
I thought would come true.
Right now I realise then you and I
are further than i thought.

Love songs and love poems
tell you to give a care,
that with time and patience
he'll be there
But let me tell you a secret.

THEY LIED.

There's no such thing as true love,
no such thing as "ai"
whenever you find that special one,
it's usually just a prank,
played by fate
to give your heart an empty hole
that will ruin your life.

I dont' write poems. Let me tell you first. If you wanna laugh, go ahead. It'll just rip through my empty broken BLACK HEART.

-i burn, i pine, i perish -









Sunday, July 13, 2008

Addicted to....

I've been watching too much television.

I have so much to do and yet I'm hooked on Greek and tons of other shows!

Most important things to do:

1) Write to editors

2) BMR critique of research paper

3) Film Term paper

Three things that I've been wasting my time on:

1) Greek - Like, the freaking best show right now! I can't get enough of Cappie and Evan Chambers! Casey Cartwright reminds me of Meridith though. All the damn drama! Stuck between two guys and all that. I like her. She's nice. Rusty was a real loser until like the middle of the season! Now he's cool. Except for the scrawny parts.

I mean, scrawny ARMS ARMS.

2) Re-runs of Grey's Anatomy - Need I explain the wonders of this almost-soap?

3) Writing - of FAN-FICTION! I'm such a douchebag. I spend too much time doing things I like. T.T crycry

Nuggets of stupidity

1) Life... Is quite unpredictable. You never know what you're gonna get.

2) Friends... Are people you trust.

3) Friends... Don't give up on you.

- I'm sorry. I just need time -

Friday, July 4, 2008

why say less when you can say more?

This is not some random revelation. It's just a topic i'd like to bring up.

I'm a very loud person.

I KNOW OKAY! All my lovely darlings out there, no, you don't need to tell me that I'm a bigmouth, I have ears. I can hear.

Here are some of the examples of observations (if that's what you call sarcastic, paltry comments)

Ben: "Eh eh! Another old person just died!"

Mr. Phillip Lee: "Amanda Bigmouth Lee" (he couldn't remember my middle name when Ms Yew asked)

Stuart: "I'm deaf."

That's like, a small sample. I would put more, but I'm very tired as I've been reading Dawn Yang's blog and my brain is bleeding out of my ears from the immense stupidity of her frivolous lifestyle. (don't condemn me for reading her damn blog okay. NIC told me about Arissa Luna - the girl she imitated - and I was curious!!)

Here's the truth lah, actually, I find it very funny. I don't take it very seriously.

But then again...

DO I HAVE A SIGN ON MY HEAD THAT SAYS: "READY-MADE FOR TEASING?"

But wah, today Ivan and Jesal, congrats. You guys really took the cake man. AND ELISHA. (you all DIE by the way) I don't know how you all come up with these comments hor.

Apparently I'm Ms Swan's long lost twin sister and Kung Fu Panda at the same time.

WHAT?! WHAT?!

I really don't know how they get these funny notions in their head. Retards. All of them.

But there is no bigger retard then... DAWN YANG!

Okay, I take that back. She's not a retard. She's way faster than the average person. (especially when it comes to branded goods, exotic holidays, rich old men... *oops!) don't know her personally, but from what I read she's pretty much a spoiled brat.

Maybe if I flutter my eyelashes for a really long time and start pursing my lips Daddy will buy me a BMW convertible and get me plastic surgery so that I can look like my favourite socialite and let my transformation to bitch-dom be complete. I mean, I've like, got the MONEY right? And I'm smart, cause I've an acceptance letter from NYU.

Oh but wait. Apparently once you get plastic surgery done, your brains go along with your uh-gliness. Into the lonkang.

sigh. If anything, I feel sorry for her lor. Life under such scrutiny. It must be so tough to have rich old men going all primitive when they're around you, to have your underwear showing to the whole world (must be so embarrassing), to have to get your bottom lip to look longer than your top lip while achieving the forced-smile look. OH! Is that a naturally pursed-lips look? So sorry.

Ee. My hair stand. Don't want to talk about her anymore.

Heh. But what do I know right? My body is not made of plastic, I'm not remotely pretty enough to have people imitate me. I don't have a welcome letter from NYU nor do I have the credentials to offer my insights on her life. So my judgment of Dawn Yang... It's a non-issue lah, I'm very small on the blogger chain. Probably number 4 billionth on the list of blogs. So relaxx fan of dawn yang. (I only know one. The rest of my friends, like me, think she's an insipid waste of useful space) My tirade on her life as a "blogger" is like not important.

Oh! But lovelove http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/ I can't stop laughing when I read it. Too funny. So is dawnwayang.com HURHURHUR. So honestly brutal.

- to be smart? -