I was taking the bus to Phillip's house (I'm giving him tuition) and I forgot to bring my book, plus I've heard all my iPod music like a gazillion times, so I kinda had a conversation with myself. On the bus. It went like this:
(don't judge me okay. Everyone has a private monologue once in a while. At least I don't sing in the shower right!)
Me: I'm so bored. There's nothing to do! Greek's not out yet! WHY?! WHY?! Plus I've finished watching Gossip Girl and there's absolutely nothing for me to watch till frigging Thursday!
Sub- Conscious: KNN, Amanda you're such a couch potato
M: Huh? Who's that?!
SC: Me lah.
M: *gasp* God?!
SC: Siao. Honestly would God be so rude?
M: No... Whatever, technically, I'm not a couch potato. Seriously.
SC: Oh please, don't lie. Before you sleep at night you sit on your bed watching sidereel videos, youtube videos and writing crappy romances.
M: Oi! That's not all I do! I... I also... Think of what I'm going to do tomorrow!
SC: How... Intellectual. *sniffs*
M: Look! There goes an ang mor...
SC:Why are you so obsessed with ang mors?! Future sarong party girl is it?! Fail lah... You can't pull off a sarong.
M: Wah. You really know how to hurt someone man. I'm just amazed by the sheer number of ang mors who now currently populate our tiny, insignificant island.
SC: Oh please, stop trying to sound so smart. "sheer number..." HAHA v. funny, I know you're an ah lian at heart. You shop at This Fashion, like pink, have an A in Singlish and you're louder than a fishmonger.
M: Oi! I resent that! Are you supposed to be my sub-conscious?!
SC: Yep. Doing a good job huh?
M: NO! Why are you such a pessimist?!
SC: The truth hurts honey.
M: Oh. reach already.
- didn't anyone tell you the first sign of madness is talking to yourself? -
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
First Day of School
Back to that hell-hole of sorts today. I would love to say that it started off with a bang, but it didn't, like every other day of school, I walked to school, pass the long-kang and through biz park sweating oh-so-glamorously.
Nicole and I spent the first lecture stuck taking pictures on Bryan's photobooth - which by the way is freakishly awesome and has all these awesome effects, if i had to buy a laptop based on camera quality I'd buy that. hurhurhur... - It was multimedia, which was so mind-numbingly boring (like my post today) There's like giant-arsed projects for that and we have to be in groups of 6. 6 lei! How will I find someone who wants to take me in?! tsk. So tough.
That's not all, I took a copy of stop-press, and I found the article, which was MINE, was DISCREDITED. @%^*#%$$@&()! I'm freaking pissed. HELLO I need that! It's for my PORTFOLIO. MOTHERFATHERSISTERBROTHER. This calls for some murdering. I would go on, but I'm going to take it up to Selvan, so I gotta save my wisecracks for later.
The lecture was boring, but I'm praying that it'd be fun, dreamweaver and all that crap. WHY DID I DELETE DREAMWEAVER?! fail.
Anyways, it was cross-cultural later, bloody hell, second lecture of the term and I fell asleep. Like drool on table asleep. WHAT A BORE. The videos he showed were awesome, because of... KEVJUMBA!
Let me digress.
I love kevjumba. I think he's the hottest ABC ever with the voice that could melt chocolate. Aw.... So... Deep, and manly... Plus he's so funny. Who wouldn't want a man who can make you laugh? Plus he's a soccer player, which means he'd totally fit in with Singaporeans! - I mean, it's like our national sport or something -
As this video shows, he's in college. BOO. Which means he and I can never meet! He's happily settled into the American culture. *sigh*
Sorry. As I was complaining.
School, which I've been looking forward to for 3 days straight has turned out to be a crash and burn sitch.
The one thing I like, is Broadcast Performance. I totally don't regret taking it now. I really like Mrs Raimi (however you spell it), she's freaking nice, plus she has this totally strange laugh which is so funny. Plus, she knows her shite man.
We did breathing exercises today, diaphragm etc, so funny, when we lay on the floor and she made us breathe and stuff to make the book on our stomachs rise up and down we all look like fools on the God-awful carpet. I bet you a million bucks it was covered in pee and other unmentionables.
Then she let us have 15 odd minutes to lie down and sleep. Awesome! More sleeping time right? Right, until I found out that when I woke up, Nicole told me I snored. And Denise heard! She was three people away from me! OH MY GOD! What an ending to a freaky day. I SNORED. IN MY FIRST CLASS.
WHY GOD WHY?! Why torture me with snoring genes?!
- now no one's ever going to marry me -
Nicole and I spent the first lecture stuck taking pictures on Bryan's photobooth - which by the way is freakishly awesome and has all these awesome effects, if i had to buy a laptop based on camera quality I'd buy that. hurhurhur... - It was multimedia, which was so mind-numbingly boring (like my post today) There's like giant-arsed projects for that and we have to be in groups of 6. 6 lei! How will I find someone who wants to take me in?! tsk. So tough.
That's not all, I took a copy of stop-press, and I found the article, which was MINE, was DISCREDITED. @%^*#%$$@&()! I'm freaking pissed. HELLO I need that! It's for my PORTFOLIO. MOTHERFATHERSISTERBROTHER. This calls for some murdering. I would go on, but I'm going to take it up to Selvan, so I gotta save my wisecracks for later.
The lecture was boring, but I'm praying that it'd be fun, dreamweaver and all that crap. WHY DID I DELETE DREAMWEAVER?! fail.
Anyways, it was cross-cultural later, bloody hell, second lecture of the term and I fell asleep. Like drool on table asleep. WHAT A BORE. The videos he showed were awesome, because of... KEVJUMBA!
Let me digress.
I love kevjumba. I think he's the hottest ABC ever with the voice that could melt chocolate. Aw.... So... Deep, and manly... Plus he's so funny. Who wouldn't want a man who can make you laugh? Plus he's a soccer player, which means he'd totally fit in with Singaporeans! - I mean, it's like our national sport or something -
As this video shows, he's in college. BOO. Which means he and I can never meet! He's happily settled into the American culture. *sigh*
Sorry. As I was complaining.
School, which I've been looking forward to for 3 days straight has turned out to be a crash and burn sitch.
The one thing I like, is Broadcast Performance. I totally don't regret taking it now. I really like Mrs Raimi (however you spell it), she's freaking nice, plus she has this totally strange laugh which is so funny. Plus, she knows her shite man.
We did breathing exercises today, diaphragm etc, so funny, when we lay on the floor and she made us breathe and stuff to make the book on our stomachs rise up and down we all look like fools on the God-awful carpet. I bet you a million bucks it was covered in pee and other unmentionables.
Then she let us have 15 odd minutes to lie down and sleep. Awesome! More sleeping time right? Right, until I found out that when I woke up, Nicole told me I snored. And Denise heard! She was three people away from me! OH MY GOD! What an ending to a freaky day. I SNORED. IN MY FIRST CLASS.
WHY GOD WHY?! Why torture me with snoring genes?!
- now no one's ever going to marry me -
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Oh! No! Results are out!
Alvin Teo, the nene of the century smsed me in the afternoon, totally catching me off guard and cause me to have a near-heart failure.
The results were out.
Why did he have to tell me?! If he didn't tell me, I would have spent my afternoon going out jogging or doing something healthy instead of sitting on my bed poised over my handphone anxiously waiting for the dreaded "R" word.
Enough of the drama.
The results came out. And........ phew, i did okay. I mean, okay for me. I got all Bs and one C+. For an average Singaporean living in Singapore, that's pretty decent! (But if I lived in Australia or America, I'd be dead. I'd be bawling my eyes out wondering what I did to deserve the travesty of the dreaded Bs) So anyways, I made cupcakes in celebration of my oh-so-average results and spent my day moping about why Ikea didn't call me instead. I felt like pulling an Izzy and lying on my bathroom floor. Of course I didn't! I baked instead.
Mini chocolate muffins about the width of a 50 cents coin. So teeny-tinyly cute.I even made icing. Now how much of a home-maker am I?!
Oh but I am depressed. I found out my GPA too. And of course it did improve. By 0.1. Which makes no freaking difference. I'm a 2.59 now.
Don't get me started on why they can't jut round it off to a 2.6. But even if it were a 2.6, my GPA is still pretty crap. You won't see NUS jumping the gun and dragging me into their course. Nooo... Cleo magazine hasn't even replied my email about an internship!
The world is against me.
No wonder I feel so bummed out all the time. Like the world could end.
Jeez. How depressing.
Now if it weren't for Jihan, I'd might have already died. We went exploring Haji Lane and Arab Street and Kampong Glam. It was very fun. We got all sweaty and found a bunch of obscure fun shops. Now if we could just find another place to explore...
But I digress!
I apologise. I shall continue with my complaining.
So NUS will never take me in with my grades, neither will NTU. How will I tell my father? He who has high hopes for me will probably throw a fit that NTU and NUS refuses to take me in. You know, I really regret not studying during my second semester. If I did, my GPA wouldn't have dropped from a 2.8 to a 2.4. Now my future is pretty much set in stone.
The stone of failure.
Oh shoot me! Kill me! Say it isn't so!
You know, in my dream world, where everything's safe and happy: My GPA is a spanking 4.0 and NTU and NUS are vying for me, along with 5 ivy league schools. I'd written a Harry Potter worthy novel and Oprah wanted me on her show. Oh and Kim Kibum and I were dating. and Mitch Hewer was a third wheel.
Oh joy.
But who am I kidding? This is the real world. Life stinks and Dumbledore is gay.
Whatever.
Did I mentioned the Amanda week has gone down the drain and my room is STILL a mess?
- Novel writing, here I come -
The results were out.
Why did he have to tell me?! If he didn't tell me, I would have spent my afternoon going out jogging or doing something healthy instead of sitting on my bed poised over my handphone anxiously waiting for the dreaded "R" word.
Enough of the drama.
The results came out. And........ phew, i did okay. I mean, okay for me. I got all Bs and one C+. For an average Singaporean living in Singapore, that's pretty decent! (But if I lived in Australia or America, I'd be dead. I'd be bawling my eyes out wondering what I did to deserve the travesty of the dreaded Bs) So anyways, I made cupcakes in celebration of my oh-so-average results and spent my day moping about why Ikea didn't call me instead. I felt like pulling an Izzy and lying on my bathroom floor. Of course I didn't! I baked instead.
Mini chocolate muffins about the width of a 50 cents coin. So teeny-tinyly cute.I even made icing. Now how much of a home-maker am I?!
Oh but I am depressed. I found out my GPA too. And of course it did improve. By 0.1. Which makes no freaking difference. I'm a 2.59 now.
Don't get me started on why they can't jut round it off to a 2.6. But even if it were a 2.6, my GPA is still pretty crap. You won't see NUS jumping the gun and dragging me into their course. Nooo... Cleo magazine hasn't even replied my email about an internship!
The world is against me.
No wonder I feel so bummed out all the time. Like the world could end.
Jeez. How depressing.
Now if it weren't for Jihan, I'd might have already died. We went exploring Haji Lane and Arab Street and Kampong Glam. It was very fun. We got all sweaty and found a bunch of obscure fun shops. Now if we could just find another place to explore...
But I digress!
I apologise. I shall continue with my complaining.
So NUS will never take me in with my grades, neither will NTU. How will I tell my father? He who has high hopes for me will probably throw a fit that NTU and NUS refuses to take me in. You know, I really regret not studying during my second semester. If I did, my GPA wouldn't have dropped from a 2.8 to a 2.4. Now my future is pretty much set in stone.
The stone of failure.
Oh shoot me! Kill me! Say it isn't so!
You know, in my dream world, where everything's safe and happy: My GPA is a spanking 4.0 and NTU and NUS are vying for me, along with 5 ivy league schools. I'd written a Harry Potter worthy novel and Oprah wanted me on her show. Oh and Kim Kibum and I were dating. and Mitch Hewer was a third wheel.
Oh joy.
But who am I kidding? This is the real world. Life stinks and Dumbledore is gay.
Whatever.
Did I mentioned the Amanda week has gone down the drain and my room is STILL a mess?
- Novel writing, here I come -
Saturday, September 6, 2008
The Amanda Week
Well, my room's in shambles, my writing life, a mess, my clothes, overflowing, my books, cracking my shelves, my bags, squashed into a corner. My DVDs and VCDs, they are everywhere, my cellgroup commitments, dead. my hats, piled on one another.
What does this sound like?
A job for... aMANduh! The newest superheroine of her time, aMANduh needs to pick up the pace on her household chores etcetera etcetera.
Thank goodness for aMANduh, her super hot, super cool, super awesome alter-ego Amanda Jayne is on holiday. Best time ever to start!
Hence, the next week will be dedicated to saving the world! (well, just aMANduh's world for the moment)
The schedule:
Monday: VCD and DVD collection
Tuesday: Clothes
Wednesday: Books
Thursday: Cell group cards
Friday: Room clean up!
Saturday: Write
Sunday: SLACK and look for a job
Wow. Isn't that exciting? Give me a whoowhoo!
- baking is next -
What does this sound like?
A job for... aMANduh! The newest superheroine of her time, aMANduh needs to pick up the pace on her household chores etcetera etcetera.
Thank goodness for aMANduh, her super hot, super cool, super awesome alter-ego Amanda Jayne is on holiday. Best time ever to start!
Hence, the next week will be dedicated to saving the world! (well, just aMANduh's world for the moment)
The schedule:
Monday: VCD and DVD collection
Tuesday: Clothes
Wednesday: Books
Thursday: Cell group cards
Friday: Room clean up!
Saturday: Write
Sunday: SLACK and look for a job
Wow. Isn't that exciting? Give me a whoowhoo!
- baking is next -
Friday, September 5, 2008
FARTING
Clara sorta recently posted a post on farting.
Flatulence, what a fascinating topic, it's like a sacred topic that plebeians violate in public while the upper class violate it in the privacy of their own rooms. How exciting.
I remember there was this one time I was in Australia, and I came across this shirt that had 25 pictures of bums with air puffs emitting from the cheeks. Then they had names to each. There was the Silent But Deadly (household favourite), SkillSaw Fart (it vibrates the farter), Splatter Fart (let's just say air isn't the only thing coming out), Stutter Fart (a butt with a verbal problem!) and a ton more. It was very funny, and strangely, my family and I can remember it up to this very day. *Awww!!*
But whatever your fart preference is, I just want you to know, no one judges you. Even if you choose the sonic boom fart. Sure, it might smell shit (literally), and have strength to light a match, but everyone has to fart sometimes!
Even soap opera people fart! (speaking of soap opera people: they are the most plastic looking people ever! There's this guy in General Hospital who looks like a live-version of Ken, Barbie's ex-boyfriend. How weird is that?!)
Anyways: Check out the video. People farting on national television.
Told you everyone farts!
But yeah, farting totally blows. (harhar, couldn't resist the pun) Can you imagine if you're out on a first date and you're exchanging googly eyes at each other, you think it's just you and him. You lose control of your senses, he sighs and you- "PLLLARRRTT..." You let one rip. In front of him! Oh the pain! The shame! He looks at you grimacing uncomfortably and calls for the bill, while you were still chewing on your Chocolate Mousse! Then never again do you see him. Except for when you accidently bump into him, yet he can't be around you, there's too much bad air surrounding your relationship. (I couldn't resist this pun either!)
But never fear! Farting is for everyone! That situation up there will probably never happen to you.
- blow me down! -
Flatulence, what a fascinating topic, it's like a sacred topic that plebeians violate in public while the upper class violate it in the privacy of their own rooms. How exciting.
I remember there was this one time I was in Australia, and I came across this shirt that had 25 pictures of bums with air puffs emitting from the cheeks. Then they had names to each. There was the Silent But Deadly (household favourite), SkillSaw Fart (it vibrates the farter), Splatter Fart (let's just say air isn't the only thing coming out), Stutter Fart (a butt with a verbal problem!) and a ton more. It was very funny, and strangely, my family and I can remember it up to this very day. *Awww!!*
But whatever your fart preference is, I just want you to know, no one judges you. Even if you choose the sonic boom fart. Sure, it might smell shit (literally), and have strength to light a match, but everyone has to fart sometimes!
Even soap opera people fart! (speaking of soap opera people: they are the most plastic looking people ever! There's this guy in General Hospital who looks like a live-version of Ken, Barbie's ex-boyfriend. How weird is that?!)
Anyways: Check out the video. People farting on national television.
Told you everyone farts!
But yeah, farting totally blows. (harhar, couldn't resist the pun) Can you imagine if you're out on a first date and you're exchanging googly eyes at each other, you think it's just you and him. You lose control of your senses, he sighs and you- "PLLLARRRTT..." You let one rip. In front of him! Oh the pain! The shame! He looks at you grimacing uncomfortably and calls for the bill, while you were still chewing on your Chocolate Mousse! Then never again do you see him. Except for when you accidently bump into him, yet he can't be around you, there's too much bad air surrounding your relationship. (I couldn't resist this pun either!)
But never fear! Farting is for everyone! That situation up there will probably never happen to you.
- blow me down! -
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Fashion
I'm sad.
Really sad.
Not because I don't have a boyfriend! Not because Grey's Anatomy has started yet! BUT BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD RIVER ISLAND.
I've never wanted to go into the shop because it looks to high-end. I was right. One small step for Singapore's high income people, a giant step for Amanda. I went crazy and decided that maybe just maybe I might be able to afford something there.
Walking in was like walking into Utopia for fashion-wannabes. "Young Folks" (you can click the link to listen) by Peter Bjorn and John was playing! Yes that's right, the very first song from Episode 1 of GOSSIP GIRL! And when I turned my head to the left, there it was, a dress similar to the one that Blake Lively wore to the Teen Choice Awards. It was a rich purple, toga dress. ARGH. How I longed to touch the smooth smooth material that was calling out to me.
But of course, I could never afford it, why tempt myself right? So i made my way to the cottons. They're bound to be cheaper right? Wrong, the first shirt I picked up, cotton, plain, black. It costs 66 dollars. $66!! Who would WANT to buy it?! I could get the same on for 5 dollars at Bedok Interchange.
But then, I found a great outfit there, long sleeve shirt, grey sleeveless top to wear over, and denim shorts. SO NICE. I was tempted to stuff it into my bag and run out of the shop. But no! Because I'm morally upright I walked out sniffing sadly. (haha who am i kidding?) The entire outfit would have cost about 200 bucks.
You can just kill me now.
Why?! WHY DO THEY TORTURE ME SO?! Tempting me with my new fav. television show bits and pieces! Tempting me with pretty pretty clothes that are so so soft and so so pretty.
Another company I like that torture me, Urban Outfitters. Here's the thing, THEY DON'T HAVE ONE IN SINGAPORE. And besides if they had one, I'll never be able to afford anything anyway. I saw this razor-back hoodie that looked so pretty, but they don't ship to Singapore.
No. No. It's okay. I don't need comforting. JUST GET ME TO HARBOURTOWN FOR CHRISTMAS. I love harbourtown, they have topshop clothes for like 5 freaking dollars. SO AWESOME.
And I wanna go buy hats. I seem to have developed a weird obsession with them lately. I have like 4 caps, 2 page boy caps, and I borrowed Nazrin's fedora. It's just so pretty, and it goes with my silver vest. TSK. I wanna get MORE.
ONE DAY RIVER ISLAND! One day I'll walk in and buy a WHOLE outfit! *cue evil laughter* nothing NOTHING will stop me!
- the evils of shopping -
Really sad.
Not because I don't have a boyfriend! Not because Grey's Anatomy has started yet! BUT BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD RIVER ISLAND.
I've never wanted to go into the shop because it looks to high-end. I was right. One small step for Singapore's high income people, a giant step for Amanda. I went crazy and decided that maybe just maybe I might be able to afford something there.
Walking in was like walking into Utopia for fashion-wannabes. "Young Folks" (you can click the link to listen) by Peter Bjorn and John was playing! Yes that's right, the very first song from Episode 1 of GOSSIP GIRL! And when I turned my head to the left, there it was, a dress similar to the one that Blake Lively wore to the Teen Choice Awards. It was a rich purple, toga dress. ARGH. How I longed to touch the smooth smooth material that was calling out to me.
But of course, I could never afford it, why tempt myself right? So i made my way to the cottons. They're bound to be cheaper right? Wrong, the first shirt I picked up, cotton, plain, black. It costs 66 dollars. $66!! Who would WANT to buy it?! I could get the same on for 5 dollars at Bedok Interchange.
But then, I found a great outfit there, long sleeve shirt, grey sleeveless top to wear over, and denim shorts. SO NICE. I was tempted to stuff it into my bag and run out of the shop. But no! Because I'm morally upright I walked out sniffing sadly. (haha who am i kidding?) The entire outfit would have cost about 200 bucks.
You can just kill me now.
Why?! WHY DO THEY TORTURE ME SO?! Tempting me with my new fav. television show bits and pieces! Tempting me with pretty pretty clothes that are so so soft and so so pretty.
Another company I like that torture me, Urban Outfitters. Here's the thing, THEY DON'T HAVE ONE IN SINGAPORE. And besides if they had one, I'll never be able to afford anything anyway. I saw this razor-back hoodie that looked so pretty, but they don't ship to Singapore.
No. No. It's okay. I don't need comforting. JUST GET ME TO HARBOURTOWN FOR CHRISTMAS. I love harbourtown, they have topshop clothes for like 5 freaking dollars. SO AWESOME.
And I wanna go buy hats. I seem to have developed a weird obsession with them lately. I have like 4 caps, 2 page boy caps, and I borrowed Nazrin's fedora. It's just so pretty, and it goes with my silver vest. TSK. I wanna get MORE.
ONE DAY RIVER ISLAND! One day I'll walk in and buy a WHOLE outfit! *cue evil laughter* nothing NOTHING will stop me!
- the evils of shopping -
Monday, September 1, 2008
just because I have nothing to say
Lai is taking his driving test tomorrow. (I mean today)
I'm jealous!
Why was I born in October?! Now I gotta wait for about 6 months before I can take my test =( If I had a car... What would I get?
Truth is, I don't know, I'll probably ask one of my car-crazy friends to decide for me and shell out the money that I don't have.
Argh, the holidays make me feel so "nua..." that's the word we use to describe Clara's house. It's very nua.
Nua: Passivity. Feeling very lazy in a cosy way
e.g. "Wah... I wanna go to Clara's house and sleep! It's so nua..."
I like ra's house man. Today I'm gonna spend time there watching really emo flicks. (Cause I'm supposed to bring it there.)
Anyway, it's the month of September! Do you know what this means?
It means all the television shows are coming back! *clapclapclap*
House, Grey's Anatomy, Greek, Gossip Girl, Supernatural, H20, Ugly Betty, Heroes etc etc...
All the wonders of television are coming back and I'm raving about them. YAY Thank God for the holidays, otherwise I won't be able to catch up to them.
- I get incoherent when I'm around you -
I'm jealous!
Why was I born in October?! Now I gotta wait for about 6 months before I can take my test =( If I had a car... What would I get?
Truth is, I don't know, I'll probably ask one of my car-crazy friends to decide for me and shell out the money that I don't have.
Argh, the holidays make me feel so "nua..." that's the word we use to describe Clara's house. It's very nua.
Nua: Passivity. Feeling very lazy in a cosy way
e.g. "Wah... I wanna go to Clara's house and sleep! It's so nua..."
I like ra's house man. Today I'm gonna spend time there watching really emo flicks. (Cause I'm supposed to bring it there.)
Anyway, it's the month of September! Do you know what this means?
It means all the television shows are coming back! *clapclapclap*
House, Grey's Anatomy, Greek, Gossip Girl, Supernatural, H20, Ugly Betty, Heroes etc etc...
All the wonders of television are coming back and I'm raving about them. YAY Thank God for the holidays, otherwise I won't be able to catch up to them.
- I get incoherent when I'm around you -
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Confessions of a K-culture convert.
I would have to say, I never expected the K-wave to be of tidal (HAHA) proportions. I've always thought of it to be a tiny wave. As in it would dry up on the beach.
Rain would die down to a drip and tear-jerking, formula-following K-dramas would get so tiresome aunties would soon turn of the taps.
I was wrong. Somehow, I've been sucked into the whirlpool of K-culture. KimChee! Boybands! Screaming, raging fanboards with hundreds of fans posting pictures and pictures of their idols! Animated icons flashing from every corner of the fanboards!
Someone stop me! But who could resist the face of a 21 year old man who looked like a 15 year old. How pedophilic. No matter how strange and disturbing it sounds, you, like me, will fall under his spell.
Look at that. Look at that and tell me the truth. Can anyone resist the cherubic smile of that man-child? No. No you can't! Once I saw him, once I heard his manly voice I knew! I knew my future was at hand.
I now proudly wear the badge of a K-culture convert!
No. No. You can't change my mind. I've even photoshop-ed my face next to his. (go to nicole's blog. I'm too embarrassed to show it here)
I've tried learning to speak it, to futile attempts. It started with "An nyoung ha seh yo", hello in Korean. (can anyone blame me for not being able to say that?! It's like speaking English without a tongue.) Then thinking that I know more than I actually know I said, "saranghae is sorry!"
Needless to say, my Korean-speaking friend burst out in laughter after staring at me stupidly. "Saranghae" is I love you. and "Myah Neh" is Sorry.
But as I soon found out. It'll be quite impossible to ever visit Kim Kibum. (yes that is his name. His name might sound funny to you! But I bet in some countries, your name means glutinous maximus in their language!) He'll never come to Singapore. I am desolate.
Well friends. If you know me, you can console me by getting me pictures of him. Hopefully, for my birthday. He'll be my present. Yes. Yes. You can mail him to me. Remember to pay for postage!
- pictures of him -
- Don't judge me. I'm human. I've seen the errors of my K-hating days -
Rain would die down to a drip and tear-jerking, formula-following K-dramas would get so tiresome aunties would soon turn of the taps.
I was wrong. Somehow, I've been sucked into the whirlpool of K-culture. KimChee! Boybands! Screaming, raging fanboards with hundreds of fans posting pictures and pictures of their idols! Animated icons flashing from every corner of the fanboards!
Someone stop me! But who could resist the face of a 21 year old man who looked like a 15 year old. How pedophilic. No matter how strange and disturbing it sounds, you, like me, will fall under his spell.
Look at that. Look at that and tell me the truth. Can anyone resist the cherubic smile of that man-child? No. No you can't! Once I saw him, once I heard his manly voice I knew! I knew my future was at hand.I now proudly wear the badge of a K-culture convert!
No. No. You can't change my mind. I've even photoshop-ed my face next to his. (go to nicole's blog. I'm too embarrassed to show it here)
I've tried learning to speak it, to futile attempts. It started with "An nyoung ha seh yo", hello in Korean. (can anyone blame me for not being able to say that?! It's like speaking English without a tongue.) Then thinking that I know more than I actually know I said, "saranghae is sorry!"
Needless to say, my Korean-speaking friend burst out in laughter after staring at me stupidly. "Saranghae" is I love you. and "Myah Neh" is Sorry.
But as I soon found out. It'll be quite impossible to ever visit Kim Kibum. (yes that is his name. His name might sound funny to you! But I bet in some countries, your name means glutinous maximus in their language!) He'll never come to Singapore. I am desolate.
Well friends. If you know me, you can console me by getting me pictures of him. Hopefully, for my birthday. He'll be my present. Yes. Yes. You can mail him to me. Remember to pay for postage!
- pictures of him -
- Don't judge me. I'm human. I've seen the errors of my K-hating days -
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! -
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. -
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 -
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 -
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