Artistic me.

Last Sunday, we had a sushi-making session at church.

Japanese mixed rice.

Smiley.

This whole set was made by my group.

Notice the sword in the middle? It's carved out of a carrot. Great creativity, eh?

Nobody dared to touch the giant sushi (the ones hidden underneath), because the whole thing was made out of rice alone.

red sushi is actually covered in curry powder while the white is covered in shredded coconut.
I came up with this idea.

Last night, I spent hours moulding paper clay, and I just finished painting it a little while ago:

In case you don't know what it is, it's supposed to be a mini 'tray'. You know, the kind where girls put their jewellery in. The blue part is where you put your stuff.

Oh, and the blue part actually glows in the dark.

Tell me it's cool!!!!

Malaysians are rude

Malaysians are rude. Damn FUCKING RUDE.

Yesterday, I went to Sunshine Square because there was a one-day sale there, and my mum wanted to go. Of course, the place was packed.

Don't get me wrong, I would never visit such a place. Especially when it's crowded. I just tagged along because there was absolutely nothing else to do.

With a stroke of bad luck, I needed to use the bathroom.

You can imagine the condition of the bathroom over there. With so many people and so few cubicles, one can bet that the cubicles would not only be fully occupied, but the place would also stink like hell.

You know how Malaysians que?

THEY PUSH THEIR WAY AROUND LIKE FUCKING HOOLIGANS, AS IF THEY WILL NEVER GET A CHANCE TO USE THE BATHROOM.

I was definitely NOT PLEASED because I almost lost my balance and fell onto the GRIMY BATHROOM WALLS.

EXCUSE ME HOR!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIRTY MY CLOTHES OKAY!!!!

Plus, my bag was white. I think I was clutching my bag so tightly, people were beginning to think that I had a million dollars in there.

Despite the bathroom being ridiculously narrow and small, the people just don't care.

And you know how we should normally stand in que AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE BATHROOM, AND NOT DIRECTLY AT THE DOORS OF THE CUBICLES????

The bathroom was soooooo narrow that only two people could stand behind each cubicle door. I, unfortunately, had to stand at the entrance, because each cubicle already had two others waiting behind it.

No, thank you. I do not wish to dirty my clothes by squeezing through.

I patiently waited until everyone was done. Unlike the other idiots, I stood AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE BATHROOM, NOT DIRECTLY BEHIND ONE OF THE CUBICLES.

Except for the fully occupied cubicles, the bathroom was finally empty. So I stood at the entrance of the bathroom, thinking that it would be my turn very soon.

However, ONE FUCKING IDIOTIC, UNCIVILISED, RUDE AND PLAIN STUPID LADY SQUEEZED THROUGH AND WENT AHEAD OF ME AND STOOD DIRECTLY BEHIND ONE OF THE CUBICLE DOORS!!!

AND SHE EVEN HAD THE GUTS TO SMILE AT ME!

I think the lady was just too dense to see that I was first in line.

I finally realised how rude Malaysians are, and I reluctantly stood behind one of the cubicle doors as well. Everyone else followed suit.

I think if I had continued standing at the entrance of the bathroom, I'd never get my turn.

I have been to many other countries, and all the people there STAND AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE BATHROOM. Malaysia is the only country where people stand directly behind the cubicles, and are even rude enough to over-take others who are standing at the entrance.

And when my mum was standing in line to try on some clothes in the fitting room, a stupid lady actually started an argument, saying that she was first in line and all that crap.

Which was probably not true, unless my mother had over-took her by accident.

Even so, she could have explained it nicely, right? No need to get all jumpy and grumpy over such a small matter.

PLEASE DO NOT EMBARRASS YOURSELF BY BEING SO SELFISH AND RUDE CAN OR NOT?

My mother just kept quiet and let her go first. It's pointless arguing with idiots, because they will always argue back with senseless arguments, which you cannot counter. They'll just annoy you all the more.

Let me give you an example of my own experience:

Chatting with a guy on MSN.

Me: Hey, why did you give away my MSN e-mail to others?
Him: I did not.
Me: Yes, you did. A stranger just talked to me and she said u gave my e-mail to her. Her name is XXX.
Him: I don't know her. Go to hell.
Me: Excuse me? Why are you using foul words against me for no reason?
Him: I like to use ma use loh.
Me: Fine. I do not talk to uncivilised people like you.
Him: You are the one being uncivilised.
Me: I don't think so, because you are the one arguing pointlessly.
Him: Oh, and you very got point lah!
Me: Well, at least I'm stating facts and my point of view. Your arguments aren't making any sense, you know?
Him: Go to hell.

As you can notice, he didn't even answer my question. I bet it was because his brain was not capable enough to generate a smart reply.

Me: Why should I?
Him: Fuck you.

I didn't reply him for awhile, because I was busy doing something else.

Him: Oi, why so long didn't reply?
Me: I was busy.
Him: Busy doing what? Fucking?

What is wrong with him?

Me: Yeah, aren't you just jealous that I've got someone to fuck with but you haven't?
Him: Jealous for what? Fucker!!!
Me: Whatever. As I mentioned, I do not argue with uncivilised people like you.
Him: Fucker!!! Fucker!!!

See what I mean?

In the end, you'll come to the sad realisation that you're just lowering your own status and IQ by merely acknowledging their presence.

Malaysians are stupid, rude, and uncivilised.

So, sue me for telling the truth.

(Window) shopping trip

My Mensa membership card arrived today.

HA, I'M AN OFFICIAL MENSAN NOW! I'M SMART, YOU AREN'T!

Ppbft!!!

The sticking out of the tongue is a universal way of showing haughtiness.

I know I'm childish, but I just can't help it. It's human nature to want to show off. Or at least my nature.

I went shopping window shopping with Yokey today.

I did not, I repeat, DID NOT buy anything. Isn't that a miracle?????? Thrifty me!!!!!!!!

Of course, except for the cheap bracelet from Bead Zone, which I bought at a low price of RM 10.90.

You can't possibly consider that as a real purchase, right? I mean, it's just a tiny bracelet!! Barely noticeable!!!

All right, I'll admit. I bought on impulse. Again. But it was awfully, extremely, tremendously, stupendously, superfluously pretty!!! I couldn't resist!!!! The moment I laid eyes on it, I grabbed it and rushed to the counter. Yokey warned that I might regret my actions later...

BUT!!!!

Besides that little purchase, I didn't buy anything else!! Honest!!!!

Aren't I a good girl?

I tried on a few pretty dresses. I plan to bring my mother along with me on my next shopping trip. I'll show her the dresses. She'll see how nice they look on me. I'll make her believe that the dresses ought to belong in my closet. Then, I'll tell her I don't have enough cash.

*grins*

I hate having my period.

The worst is when you've got diarrhea and your menses at the same time. As if having abdominal pain isn't enough, the shit comes in and makes it worse. And, yes. I mean literally.

Imagine having both kinds of aches at once.

Sometimes, I don't even know if it's nature calling, or just my biological clock reminding me of my solemn duty as a female. Normally I'd just withstand the pain until it gets too much for me to bear, then I'll go try my luck at the 'throne'.

For some unknown random reason, when I'm having my period, the shit in me seems reluctant to be disposed of. As if my abdominal muscles contracting involuntarily isn't painful enough, the shit decides at this instant to be stubborn and expect my muscles to work even harder to evacuate them from my ass.

And, no, I DO NOT have constipation. The shit automatically becomes more difficult to be coaxed out when my period comes. Happens all the time. Diarrhea makes it worse.

The worst part is, my vagina HURTS LIKE HELL at RANDOM INTERVALS.

Don't ask me why.

You see, it's hard being a female.

Fortunately, I took some Paracetamol (more widely recognised as the commercialized Panadol) and I'm feeling much better now.

When I give birth to my first child, my future husband had better thank me for enduring all these years of suffering.

Not that I'm planning to get married anytime soon. And I definitely don't want to get pregnant, regardless of my marital status.

A, A, B.

I'll live.

My A-Levels result is coming out.

In approximately nine hours.

Gosh.

my bus trip

Today, I truly became a grown-up.

I took public transport.

All. By. Myself.

Isn't that an accomplishment?

I know most of you will be thinking "Puh-lease, I've taken public transport for like, my entire life. What's the big deal????"

Ehhh you think taking public transport that easy ahhhh????

First, you have to walk aaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllll the way to the bus stop. With the scorching hot sun shining directly onto my head, you can bet my sweat has already washed away my perfume scent I just sprayed on five freaking minutes ago.

Then, when you reach the bus stop, you'll start wondering, "Which bus takes me to my destination?" With so many different buses and so many routes, one can never be sure. There was another girl with me at the bus stop, but she was talking on the phone. I wanted to ask her for the right bus, but I didn't think it'd be a good idea to interrupt. Later, I saw an old lady walking towards the bus stop. I thought she'd be of some help.

When she walked up to me, she handed me a bar of chocolate.

My reaction was like "??????????????"

She was like " *In Hokkien dialect* Here, aunty cannot eat chocolate because aunty just underwent an operation (proceeds to lifting up her blouse to show me her scar) so aunty give this to you. And here are also some chewing gum (personally, gums aren't really my thing). Oh, and this egg ."

The first thing that came to my mind:

Egg??????????

I was too stunned to say anything at first. After a few seconds of eternity...

"Uh, thanks?"

And since she handed me those items, I politely took them.

The other girl on the phone began to get curious and looked my way. I gave her a please-save-me-smile. She returned it with a I-feel-so-sorry-for-you-I-wish-I-could-help-but-I-don't-know-what-to-do-smile.

The old lady, oblivious to the silent conversation, proceeded to tell me " *still in Hokkien dialect* Now, aunty is an old lady with no money. If you could be so kind as to give me some money (Ahh, so that was her real intention of giving me those candies) to buy some food to eat, because aunty is very poor."

Know what? Fuck poverty. Fuck being materially challenged. Fuck all those 'poor' people going around asking for money.

Besides, she was decently dressed, and she looked like she had just come back from her marketing. She had with her bags of groceries, vegetables, etc. You think I'd believe her when she says she is poor?

Excuse me hor, aunty. I'm poor also leh. Why don't you give me these candies for free instead? Because hor, I'm too poor to buy them leh.

YOU THINK MONEY DROP DOWN FROM HEAVEN ONE AH??? YOU NO MONEY GO FIND YOURSELF A FUCKING JOB LAH! IF YOU'RE TOO FUCKING LAZY, THEN THAT'S JUST TOO BAD, BECAUSE, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, NOBODY IN THEIR SANE MINDS WOULD GIVE AN ABLE BODIED PERSON MONEY, JUST BECAUSE THEY ASK FOR IT.

I was tempted to blurt all those to her, but finally all I said was "Er... Sorry, aunty. I've got no money."

Which was obviously a lie.

You know how some people tell deliberate lies, hoping that the other party gets the message?

The stupid old lady was either too dense, had trouble in comprehension, or was just too damn bold.

She said "Don't tell me you don't even have a little money with you?"

Of course I have money, dammit! How else would I pay for the bus fare? I'm just not comfortable with giving it to you!

So, I told her "Sorry, but I need the money to pay for the bus fare and to buy something. I don't have enough to give you."

Another desperate lie.

Which turned out to be kind of true, because by the time I arrived back home, I was almost broke.

As you can see, the old lady isn't the only one being 'poor'.

She kept insisting that I give her some money because according to her, "You are dressed so beautifully (Why, thank you for the compliment, but I'm still not giving you money); it's impossible that you don't have money."

I was beginning to get irritated, but I just replied her as politely as I could, "But I do not have money."

Which part of that fucking sentence do you not understand?

She was so persistent, I can't help but marvel. "A little bit of money is all I ask," she said.

So, I fished out a dollar bill from my pocket (which was supposed to be my bus fare, by the way) and handed it to her.

She looked at the bill and said "One dollar only..."

EXCUSE ME HOR!!!!! I'M THE ONE DOING CHARITY HERE AND YOU DARE COMPLAIN??? FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I CAN VERY EASILY TAKE BACK THAT ONE BUCK FROM YOU IF YOU'RE NOT SATISFIED WITH IT!

"A little bit of money is all I ask". So she says.

And with a little bit of hesitation, she took the candies back from me. And resumed her 'plead' for more money.

I can't believe some people.

Fortunately, a family came along and she diverted.

The girl on the phone asked me what happened, and I told her the whole story. Too bad she couldn't come to my aid when I was desperate.

I could hear the old lady offering the family the candy. I silently prayed for them.

Anyway, back to my bus-taking adventure. Since I didn't know which bus to board, I asked the girl standing beside me. And she told me I didn't have to wait for long.

"30 minutes only."

If 30 freaking minutes isn't long, then pray tell, what is?

And the bus fare was like RM 1.50.

I THOUGHT FEW CENTS ONLY????

And if you didn't give the correct amount of money, they wouldn't bother about returning your extra change. How ridiculous is that?

That means, if the smallest dollar note I have is like ten bucks, I either spend ten fucking bucks on my bus fare, or I don't take the bus at all.

At least the new bus company, Rapid Penang, has air-conditioned buses. The bus I boarded was pretty clean, too. I guess RM 1.50 isn't all that bad.

So you see, taking a bus isn't that easy after all. I'm glad I survived it.

Me, a teacher?

Last night, I spoke to Xing on the phone. With regards to my previous new year blog entry, she insisted that I apologize for my "exaggeration":

I did some calculations, and I found that in the last 24 hours, Xing had not changed, bathed, nor brushed her teeth.

(Extracted from www.raedarlingz.blogspot.com,
blog entry of Tuesday, 1 January 2008.)

According to her, that statement was an exaggeration and it was "definitely NOT TRUE", and she demanded an apology because "how the hell am I going to meet people without feeling embarrassed if everyone read what you typed in your blog???!!!!?? People will begin thinking I'm an unhygienic person and they will start avoiding meeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"

So, I hereby apologise to Xing and all my other beloved readers for the untrue bit of information I posted. It wasn't 24 hours; it was approximately 24. Or, more accurately, about 20 to 22 hours.

I didn't think two to four hours would make a big difference, but it seems she doesn't see it that way.

Oh, well. Different people have different perspectives of time.

Today I woke up at friggin 8.30 a.m.. Damn freaking early. Ugh.

Then, my dad took me to Study Link to inquire about furthering my studies.

Now, I'm confused.

UK, Australia, or Singapore? Nanotechnology or Civil Engineering? Interests or money? Local or twinning? 3+1 or 2+2?

I honestly don't know.

Later, I visited my old high school (Aww, I miss my beloved teachers so much!!) and with a stroke of luck, I got a job offer!!!!

And to think I dragged my worn out feet all around looking for vacancies in vain. All I had to do was go back to school.

It went something like this:

Teacher: So, how are you these days? Awaiting your A-Levels results?
Me: Yeah, and I'm awfully, awfully bored at home. There is nothing to do at all.
Teacher: Is that so? Then why don't you teach here as a substitute teacher?

And that was it!

I didn't even have to go for an interview, I didn't have to go through difficult procedures; this job was practically like a gift fallen from heaven!

Of course, there was this form I had to fill in, and if my application is approved, voila! I get the job!

I spent the rest of the day imagining about my first day of work/school.

What should I wear on the first day of work? Come to think of it, I'm not that sure of the school's dress code. Is it a must to wear skirts? Are their hems allowed to reach above the knees? I don't have long skirts, you know. And I don't plan on wearing one, either. Must I wear blouses? Are T-shirts okay? How about sleeveless ones? The weather is pretty humid these days, and I don't want the newspapers to write:

"A new substitute teacher dropped dead in front of her students today. Apparently, the humidity was too much for her. Her epidermis peeled away like an overripe tangerine shedding itself of its outer layer (that is, if a tangerine could shed itself) and her flesh melted into blobs of goo. Blood evaporated from her veins and her arteries burst due to the high pressure caused by the overwhelming heat."

Shudders.

Oh, and what should I do the first time I step into a class? Should I smile sweetly at the students or should I glare at them with a fierce look that says "don't you ever dare mess with me if you want to go home alive"? Is it okay if I treated them too nicely? How about telling them personal stuff about myself? Will that make them see me less of a teacher? Should I tell them I have a Friendster and Facebook account so that they can add me as their friend? Would that make them to see me in a different way?

Should I tell them about my blog, which is occasionally filled with inappropriate language, agitated rantings, gossips, and the likes? I'm a human too, right? I'm allowed to be imperfect, right? So, of course they should expect that I, too, use harsh and vulgar words like everyone else, right?

Last but not least, can I wear two piercings in one ear and three in the other?

Ahh, it seems to me that my job will not be an easy one.

That Saturday night.

First and foremost, please accept my apology if my previous blog entry offended anyone. I'm not trying to gain attention or anything; I was just bored outta my mind and I thought I'd just do something stupid.

It was just harmless fun.

I've also noticed that it has been awhile since my previous entry. It's not that I'm busy or anything - in fact, I'm so free that I'm rotting away - but I was just too damn lazy.

So what do I do everyday?

I wake up, watch TV, go online, then go to bed.

Ever since the new year began, I haven't been able to go out that often anymore, because most of my friends are either studying or away.

Even my blog entries are getting more and more uninteresting, because there is absolutely nothing interesting happening in my life right now.

Except that one time when AP, Crystal, Boon and I went to the beach last Saturday.

It was after church service, when boon fetched us all to the beach. At 10 p.m. .

It's nice to visit the beach at night. The cool breeze, the soft sand tickling my toes, the warm water splashing at my feet...

Ahh... How romantic.

If only I had a boyfriend to go with.

Anyway, we lazed around on the sand (Me, with a little difficulty because I was wearing an awfully short skirt) and talked, while absentmindedly piling the sand into a miniature hill.

Eventually, it turned into this:



A brighter version...



Cute??????

I just love it!!!!

Of course, I know it's a little late to be welcoming 2008, but still.

Credit is given to AP and Crystal for shaping the shell and the head. As for me, I shaped it's two hind legs and its tail. (You think tail very easy to shape ah??? I do the tail very symmetrical, some more sharp one you know!!)

I had to go real bad, but the hotel behind the beach had tight security and they didn't allow any outsiders in.

Luckily, it was dark, so I peed in the bushes, at the far end of the beach.

DON'T LOOK AT ME THAT WAY!!! I HAD TO GO REEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLL BAD!!! WHAT, YOU'D RATHER I PEE IN MY PANTS???

It was tough because for one, I wasn't at all accustomed to stripping in public and for another, I seldom (I say seldom because I must admit, I have done this several times before, but ONLY IN EMERGENCIES) pee anywhere outside the bathroom. Besides, Crystal kept laughing all the way.

How would you expect one to concentrate on peeing when the surroundings isn't enclosed and a friend is laughing, plus the possibility that someone might be looking?

Later, we went for supper at Mc Donalds. By the time I got home, it was already 1 a.m. .

Went to bed at four in the morning.

My sleepiness almost killed me.

I just finished watching Chobits. It's a Japanese anime about this persocom (persocoms are fictional A.I.'s, designed to look and behave exactly like humans) falling in love with a human being.

I sort of loved the graphics. Plus, the persocom was really, really pretty and cute. The storyline was good, too. I almost cried when they almost didn't get together.

I wish persocoms existed in real life. They'd be so much fun to be around with.

I'm involuntarily mentally unoccupied. Someone, please save me before I become metabolically challenged.

Lets Chat.

I was bored. So, I did the most ridiculous thing ever.

In the personal message of my MSN, I typed:

In conjunction with Rachel's Lets Chat campaign, the 5th person who messages me gets to go on a free date with me! Contest is open to all ages and sexes.

Of course, the campaign doesn't exactly exist (maybe I should establish such a campaign, before I die of boredom or loneliness), nor am I ready to date unknown (and possibly annoying) guys/girls.

The first person who messaged me said "Am I the fifth person?"

Sorry, but no.

"I'm not? Oh, how disappointing."

I told him I'd reconsider, because he claimed that he was willing to come all the way to Penang, just for the date (He lives in Kuala Lumpur). He seemed satisfied with that motion.

Then, I messaged Kevin. Of course, rightfully, he wasn't a contestant, because I sent him a message first. However, I also took into account the possibility that he might message me if I did not send him a message first. To provide him with the same share of fairness (yes, I know I'm vain. It's not like everyone would be interested in dating me), I asked him if he was interested in participating. He said yes.

Unfortunately, he was only the second messenger. All he said was "oh".

I told him I could reconsider if he appealed, and that the judge's decision isn't final.

He declined. =(

The third person said "I'm fifth, right??? Right????"

When I told him he wasn't, he sulked. And he said he'd message me again, so that he'd be fourth, and then a final time so that he'd be fifth.

I told him that would be cheating. He sulked some more.

So I told him I'd go swimming with him instead. As a compensation. (Frankly, I don't know what that was for. I didn't do anything wrong.) He assumed it was a "swimming date".

Him: So what are we going to do there?
Me: Swim. Duhhhh.
Him: Nothing special?? But I thought it's supposed to be a date!

What, you think we are going to make out underwater and then adjourn to the bathroom to have sex under the showers?

I had to tell him another million times that "IT ISN'T A DATE!!!" before it registered in his mind.

Of course, he was just joking. He already has a girlfriend. I wouldn't want him to be two-timing.

And, yes. It will be just innocent swimming. Just in case some of you get imaginative and jump into conclusions, labeling me as a boyfriend-stealing-bitchy-whore.

Another guy messaged me, because my personal message caught his attention. However, he didn't want to participate.

=(

I messaged Marcus and asked him if he was interested. He wasn't either.

=(

=(

=(

So far, there are only three contestants.

So, I'll change the rules a little this time. Whoever leaves the most attention-grabbing comment on this entry will get the date.

Rules and regulations:

1. Both male and female are welcome to participate.
2. Comments must be in English only.
3. Participants MUST be over 16 years of age.
4. Participants MUST have had previously built a relationship (regardless of what kind) with the said date.
5. Participants must be on good terms with the said date.
6. Strangers and participants who are in any way blood-related to the said date will automatically be eliminated.
7. Judge's decision will not be final and appeals will be entertained.
8. Judge's decision might be biased.
9. The person-in-charge will NOT be held responsible for any loss of property, dignity, confidence, or lives during the entire course of the contest.

Contest ends 31st January 2008.

Good luck.

P.S. I know I'm being vain. Sorry lah, I'm really bored, you know.

I'm so fucking pissed off; I don't fucking care if I'm fucking using the fucking word fuck multiple fucking times in this fucking long title.

What the fuck is wrong with some people?

Ever since my A-Levels exams ended, I have been rotting away.

My mum obviously doesn't approve of that. But, isn't that what every student would do?

She has been nagging and nagging for the past one month and I'VE HAD ENOUGH.

DOES SHE EXPECT ME TO SIT AT MY STUDY TABLE DOING FURTHER MATH QUESTIONS OR GOING THROUGH MY PHYSICS NOTES?

She doesn't like me going online 24/7 because "it's a waste of time."

Okay, maybe she has other plans for me. Like reading, playing the piano, and the likes.

She thinks the only reason I go online is to "chit chat" on MSN.

I do many various things online. Like watching videos, expanding my general knowledge, blogging, listening to songs, and playing games. The vast sea of cyber space is the best place to explore and see new things.

She doesn't see that. She thinks I'm rotting away in front of the computer and every time she hears the tapping of the keyboard, she thinks I'm "chit chatting" on MSN. It doesn't seem to occur to her that I might be typing some search keywords in Google, looking for songs to download, or just blogging.

I don't see the fucking difference. If she thinks I'd be better off spending my time reading a novel instead, I can read online, too. There are online novels, online news, and, if I really run out of reading materials, Wikipedia is always there to cure my boredom. Or would she rather I watch TV instead? I watch videos on You Tube and Veoh.

What is the fucking difference?

FYI, I actually do learn when I go online, so it isn't all a waste of time, you know?

I can bet that my general knowledge is so much wider than hers, all thanks to the Internet.

Everything else she thinks I should do instead of "going online", I do them online.

Of course, I have tried explaining that, but it just doesn't make any sense to her.

Lately, Xing and I have just finished designing our very own Gossip Babies T-shirt. With our very own logo on the front, and our names on the back.

My mum should be proud that I put soooo much effort in it, right? I mean, I finally found something I felt passionate about, besides "wasting my time going online", right? She did seem like she would very much want me to do something "productive". I had finally found something to occupy myself with.

When I proudly showed her the finished product, all she said was that I had wasted my time doing it.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER??? I JUST FOUND SOMETHING NEW TO OCCUPY MY OTHERWISE "WASTED TIME" AND NOW SHE SAYS I AM WASTING MY TIME DOING IT?

IF THAT IS SO, THEN WHAT, IN HER OPINION IS "NOT A WASTE OF TIME"?

WHY DON'T YOU GO TO THE KNITTING OR CROSS-STITCH LOVERS AND TELL THEM THEY ARE WASTING THEIR TIME TOO? TELL THOSE PEOPLE WHO LOVE DRAWING THEY ARE WASTING THEIR PRECIOUS TIME DRAWING! OR TELL THOSE WHO LOVE HANDCRAFT THAT MAKING HANDCRAFT IS JUST A WASTE OF TIME!

It seems to me that she is just dissatisfied with anything I do.

I am so fucking pissed off.

And she thinks it "isn't normal" for me to sleep in till 1 p.m..

Everyone does that, when they get the chance to, don't they? I mean, 1 p.m. isn't really that late, is it? Many people wake up at 2 or 3 in the afternoon. Instead of being dissatisfied with me, she should feel happy about the things I am not doing:

1. Sleeping in till 3 or 4 in the afternoon.
2. Falling asleep at 8 a.m. .
3. Going clubbing till the wee hours in the morning.
4. Getting involved in crime.
5. Being engaged in rampant sex.
6. Not coming home for days and days on end.

Oh, and she complains I never talk to her.

Of course not, lah! Not when I get nagged at with every sentence I say!

Just a few days back, I was contemplating whether or not to tell her that my A-Levels results will be out on the 21st of January.

I made the grave mistake of telling her.

Me: My results are coming out on the 21st of January.
Mum: Good la! Then after you get your results, you can start applying for universities. You have been wasting too much time at home. You always go online, sleep at weird hours...nag, nag, nag...You are so undisciplined....nag, nag, nag...When are you going to lead a normal life...nag, nag, nag...All you ever do is "chit chat" (Personally, I hate the term "chit chat". Whoever uses that term anymore? It's just chat. "Chit chat" sounds so...old fashioned and childish. Sheesh.) with your friends...nag, nag, nag...

And she expects me to tell her "everything that happens in my life" and talk to her in a friendly manner like "how all mothers and daughters do".

Just one single sentence gets her nagging for hours. How do you think she'd expect me to talk to her and tell her "everything"?

I'm not stupid, you know.

Oh, yes. One can very well guess that she nagged at me again when I told her about the GB shirt I put so much effort in designing.

flies, birds, hunky guys, ding-dongs.

Prologue

The flies zoom in, but the kingfisher stays at bay.

Today, I tried my luck at attracting the attention of the handsome bird. I failed. =(

However, my effort wasn't all in vain. I attracted some other, uh, unexpected animals.

Of course, this is only a metaphor. For those of you who are able to read between the lines, congratulations. For those who prefer reading without comprehension, don't worry. It's not really anything worth knowing anyway.



Today, I woke up at 7 a.m..

Yes, if you know me, you should also know that waking up at seven in the morning is the world's most ridiculous thing to do.

However, I defied all laws of sanity and forced my eyelids open.

And then, I fell back asleep.

And awoke again at 8 a.m..

Got dressed and waited for WS to arrive. The time we agreed upon was initially 8 a.m., but I overslept. (You see, I told you it was a common-sense-lacking idea to meet at eight in the freaking morning.) WS arrived at 9 a.m. .

Why????

"Sorry, I overslept."

EXCUSE ME LEH! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME TO GET READY BY EIGHT, AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU OVERSLEPT???

But can't blame him also lar. I overslept also, what.

But still.

EVEN IF I DID OVERSLEEP, AT LEAST I'M STILL EARLIER THAN HIM RIGHT???

RIGHT??????

Ok lah, ok lah. Both also wrong lor.

Anyway, we went to the gym. I treadmill-ed, did sit ups, and even tried the weights. WS tried everything.

The gym had lots of photos and posters of hunky, muscular guys, showing off their bodies, clad only in small, triangular briefs.

They looked something like this.

It was then when I noticed.

Me: How come the guys all so hunky and muscular, but their ding-dongs are like practically non-existent one?
WS: ...
Me: Oh, I know!! It's because they train their whole body except for that part right?
WS: ...
Me: Aiyo, they should train "that part" everyday also mar. Or else not their body not proportional liao.
WS: Actually, they do sell miniature weights, specially for training "that".
Me: Cheh, I also know lar.
WS: ...

I actually ran 3 kilometres on the treadmill, according to the machine. Yay!

I'm going swimming next.



Epilogue

I hope the kingfisher comes to me soon. I've been waiting for quite awhile now.



P.S.: I know it's a bit late, but I finally uploaded the photos of my new year eve celebration. Take a look.

New Year celebration

Happy new year.

On the 31st of December 2007, Yokey, Xing and I went to Gurney for the new year celebration.

I can't say it was all that fun, but at least I spent the day with two of my closest friends.

Yokey arrived at my house at around noon. I was still in bed.

Door creaks open.

Yokey: Hello!
Me: Mmph...
Yokey: Hey what's this?
Me: *mumble, mumble*
Yokey: It's so cute!!!
Me: *mumble, mumble*
Yokey: Hey where can i put my stuff? I leave them here, okay?
Me: *mumble, mumble*
Yokey: *chatter, chatter*
Me: *mumble, mumble*
Yokey: *chatter, chatter*
Me: Sheesh, I give up. I'm wide awake now.
Yokey: Aww... Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... *blinks*


....



We played Silent Hill on my brother's PlayStation Two.


At about 4, we went to Gurney to meet up with Xing. Yokey, Xing and I wore matching shirts, with a GB (Gossip Babies) logo on the front and our names on the back. Silas fetched us to New World, because Manhattan Fish Market was having a promotion. Desserts were only five bucks each. We ordered FOUR sets of desserts.

Shopped at Gurney Plaza after that. I bought two Padini shirts. For every single time I go out, I wear one new blouse/shirt, but I purchase two more. As a result, I notice that I have been wearing brand new clothes every single time I go out. I have to stop buying clothes till I'm done wearing all my new ones.

My mum has killed me many times, but I never learn.

I also bought a pair of slippers to add to my collection.

We shopped from 6 to 10 pm. Then, we took a stroll (while squeezing our way through) Gurney Walk, enjoying the ambiance. I just love atmospheres like this; it puts me in the mood.

Coffee Bean was packed. We found ourselves seats (fortunately) and we just lazed around (wishing and wishing with all our might that we had playing cards or UNO to entertain ourselves with) till midnight. The fireworks were quite pretty (all fireworks are, anyway) and it was romantic being able to view it in the company of my best friends.

After that, we fetched Shalyn from Bird's place and arrived at my place at 2 am. Yokey and I took a quick bath, but Xing said "I'm so lazy....".

Yokey and I changed into clean clothes while Xing remained in her GB shirt. The very same shirt she was wearing ten hours ago. We played UNO and poker (with cards we bought at a convenience store) till 3 am. Then, we entertained ourselves with the PlayStation Two while Xing fell asleep, still in her GB shirt. Without taking a bath or even brushing her teeth.

Yokey, Shalyn and I continued playing till 6 a.m. .

Shalyn left early the next morning (or rather, a few hours after falling asleep) while we slept in till after noon. Yokey shook Xing awake and demanded she take a bath. However, Xing didn't want to because "I'm so sleepy...". So Yokey and I took a quick shower and ordered pizza.

We pigged out in the room. Xing joined us, still in her GB shirt. After eating, we played poker a little while more till 3 p.m.. Then Xing's mother arrived and fetched her back.

I did some calculations, and I found that in the last 24 hours, Xing had not changed, bathed, nor brushed her teeth.

Eww.


I went job hunting today. Wish me luck in tomorrow's job interview at McDonald's.