Have you ever felt proud of yourself and yet disappointed. Like an oxymoron of feelings, one feeling contrasting the other? You are probably like, what the heck this girl is trying to get at? To get straight to the point, the only word that describes this feeling is: RESULTS!
The R word almost all students hate , unless you are some smart ass kid that came from china whose only friend is that lady from the bookstore because the number of visits to MacDonald is infinitesimal compared to the number of visits to the bookstore. So much so that since you are a regular patron, you both have developed a bond. a bond that i would like to call it soul mates . Whatever that means.
ARIEL ROCKS??? SERIOUSLY? My world is in shambles. if that’s what you read just now , I know your dinner went down spilling
.Anyway back to the point, results. Results. hmmm, how did i fare? Both good and bad. I don't know, I’m proud yet not so proud of myself. Yes. I did better than some of my friends? Does that count? I have no idea. Anyway poly seems to be the trend now. Wiz kids like Felicia with a freaking 7 points choose the easy way out? And me? * I’ll just hide behind my mom's skirt *. I mean seriously? She’s crazy . a big fat seven will certainly do good to my ego. Heck, she's smart. I love smart people. CRAZY. CRAZY! CRAZY GIRL!
On a happier note, I got a good A2 for my A math, I totally dint expect it, I was so F***ing glad when I saw the result slip. I mean, think about it , my prelims I had a pathetic F9 and I was posted to some pathetic A math loser group in school in which the teacher obviously had given up on us . A math rejects .what did you expect? but who the hell cares ? I’ve got and A2 now! I was so damn happy that I felt like taking that stupid result slip and slap it on every teacher who condemned us. I dint do that though, too overwhelmed with joy (then again not really).
Anyhow, love to lee lao shi and Mrs. lum , such great teachers . I LOVE THEM! Mrs. lum was the only one who told me that she was proud of me even though I had disgusting hair, will get to that later. For a teacher to say such things to me, man! GOD LOVES ME!!!
About the hair right? the most insane and dumbest freaking shit . Do you know that they actually station teachers at the front of the school for spot checks? Insane? I’m not done yet .and the "rule" says that if you have dyed hair you can't enter the school.
"Then results how?"
"You just don't get them lor "
what the heck? fortunately, some smart ass people bought black hair spray , so Sam being the oh so good girl , stole some from them and sprayed the whole damn thang on my head . Janice did even better; she sprayed directly on my ear. such an artist , NAFA should really recruit her .and so my hair was BLACK and freaking BLACK . When the spray dried by hair became dry and gross. i swore mrs lum was staring at my head . But who cares, that din’t stop her for being proud of me!
anyway, in a nutshell , I’m still very confused of where should i go , trust me it isn't better if you have a grandfather who constantly puts pressure on you
But you know, the nostalgia that's evoked,walking down that same familiar path with the same familiar character.Albeit with another character leaving you neglected,while the you were left out.Still the nostalgia's pretty good, and I must say,I do make the uniform look good.Damn.
RESULTS+DISGUSTING HAIR= CHINGING
And Hello.
Doing absolutely nothing has eaten much of my life lately. Its a wonder how those blog addicts can blog everything about their lives, typing needs energy too. To all those bloggers who blog frequently, i take my hats off. You’re good!
THE YEAR OF THE DOG
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR
THIS IS THE TIME WHERE ALL THE CASH ROLLS IN
KA CHING
okay my Chinese new year? Love the money hate the festival
where should i start?
Well, not a single festive went right last year, and the trend seem to have caught up this lunar new year. My reunion dinner was shit . A wreck. it was a wreck , and nothing else can be more precise to describe the whole house. The whole occasion was like a typical episode ripped of from one of those losers Chinese soap opera. What the hell? Animosity was the person that sat on the grand patriarch seat.
it gets awkward when your parent can't exactly get along with your uncle . Trust me its awkward .the silence around the dinner table, not the ideal reunion dinner i had in mind. The mind your bloody business, and I’ll mind mine, seriously not adding to the whole "joyous" festivity of Chinese New Year. Well what can i say? My family is dysfunctional.
Well what do you do when two fully grown adults can't get along well with each other, and you are caught in the cross fire? You eat those fattening bak kua , that's what you'll do . in which it would give you a straight ticket to the house of lard .
i seriously should start on my fitness regime soon .
i love my family
ahh the first day of Chinese new year , rocks .
The day where heaven showers those lonely single souls those lovely little red packets*prances around those married couples* . At least this year my parents dint went all stingy on us. That’s good , keep it up mom and dad! But seriously, daddy if you are reading this a little more won't hurt. After all its Chinese new year, you know what they say: they more you give , the more you'll receive . So daddy dear, another zero at the end of the figure ? No, another orange note is good enough. i'll be waiting ...
wow its already 2006,wow time really flies , some even say that the world will end this year! man, i'm getting older, i'll be seventeen this year , the year of endless growing pains , the year where everything changes, the year where i'm forced grow up ,well thats life we live and we learn .
okay enough of being Philosophical and all that shit . school for first three months? screw that tought, even tough i still regret that stupid decision , anyway we move on right? find a job? i did work. but that was my first and last day at work . not going to school isn't that bad after all , i mean think about it , if you have to go to school the whole hundrums of school life returns , all the homework , lectures, PE,common tests ,all those days where you have to put up with your fugly teacher's face , and all the other shit load of stuff that comes with it . and oh yes you have to get your fat ass of your nice comfy bed by 7 am , and mother nature dont really care if its the starting of the year because like it or not she'll piss(rain) whether you like it or not . Aww isn't that bad ?
well ,life also have a funny way of turning things around , heard that JC orientations were fun. then again fun can be subjective . there is no way to measure how much fun you can have .i can have fun sitting on the toilet bowl too! Anyway speaking of fun , i'd better have more of it, before i'll be six feet under by mid feb.
alright , dont get me wrong . i do miss school , i do miss studying , dont laugh . i DO like studying , i do miss the close bond i had with all my ten year series , sadly i said goodbye to that relationship a long time ago . i do miss pissing all the teachers off , i miss seeing lee lao shi go mad about all the ying jing . i miss seeing silly squabbles with letitia and colleen , ahh i just miss all those shit fun we had in school . i even miss duplicating homework .
well , no no maybe not , i've always hated school . no no ,REBECCA GET OUT OF THIS!!
somethings are just better left unsaid...
Watch your mouth
hold your toungue boy because you're running out of breath
running out of time
before every careless word that you utter renders you utterly useless.
now you're drowning in your own saliva
trying to speak yourself to the top of your empty world
well keep on talking just keep on rambling
you've got your mouth full listen here's the pleasant part
you and i we fell apart
listen here's the pleasant part
you and i we fell apart.
why can't you make up your mind?
why can't you make up your mind?
shut your mouth
burn your bridges
throw your words like an attack and stab me in the wait a second wait a second what's that i just heard nevermind
it's obviously worthless..
now you're standing on your soapbox yelling from the rooftops everything you say is a lie. a lie a lie. lie lie Yeah!
listen here's the clever one who speaks before his thoughts are done.
listen here's the clever one who speaks before his thoughts are done.
why can't you make up your mind?
why can't you make up your mind?
watch your mouth hold your tongue
somethings are better left unsaid
watch your mouth hold your tonguesomethings are better left unsaid
now i hope you're pleased,you got your prize and tongue
i dance between your words,right before you fall....RIGHT BEFORE YOU-why don't you, Why dont' you say that to my face?
i had a rip down, torn out So many things.everything you, everytime you,every word you say.If I told you this was killing me, would you , would you Stop?
aww its so sweet that Ariel darling reads my blog too , guess we are really bored and broke people .Ariel dear don't worry I read your blog too, unlike some people who refuses to give me their blog address. okay just forget about what i’ve just said
Yes I am bored, well not so. I mean yes i’m bored, no actually not really. Okay i'm bored yet not that bored. Okay its like this thing that everyone says that they are really bored and you feel like : yeah i'm bored too!! Wow it’s so cool to be bored. but if you really look at your life , then you'll start to think : hey my life isn't that boring . I mean not really.
I honestly don't even know what I am saying .what the heck?
Well ,life goes on pretty normally for me at least, you wake up like in the afternoon, then you bathe and take a bloody long time to read the newspapers even though they're boring. Then later your maid screams at you to go eat your lunch even though you already told her you had no intention to eat anything, then she comes up and yelling again saying that if you do not eat your lunch she'll swear to throw the food in your face. Then feeling threatened and scared you obediently go down to have the hell of a lunch. Feeling fat, you go back upstairs and try to do something that makes you feel less fat or heavy . Then, like an asteroid that had just slammed into your face ,you look down at that ghastly weighing machine , and holly cow!!!! i’m 42kg!! AHHHH!!!!!
Then you wake up , all sweaty and clammy , phew its just a nightmare. then you go drag your heavy ass feet to the bathroom and take a shower, blaring the stereo again trying to do a super duper rendition of that dint steal who so whatever's boyfriend song by that talent less ashlee simpson that is playing on the radio. ahh !! You tell yourself that it would be a good day, and then you walk towards that horrid machine, praying that the bath would help you lose at least some pounds. You take a step forward, hmmm maybe not. You then later back away. You say a silent prayer then later you muster up the courage to get both feet up the scale. With fists clenched, and tightly pressed lips, you say another silent prayer. You then open your eyes slowly, and look down. GASP!!! i'm 48 kg this time!!! Your cheek starts to feel this burning sensation then...
You open your eyes again. Bloody hell it is that stupid afternoon sun that woke you up. Anyway who cares it was a nightmare anyway .okay so you sit up straight ,thinking to yourself , I AM SO GOING TO BREAK THIS CYCLE!!!!. AHH that Madonna hung up song is playing on the radio now; let me try to dance like her, by the way have you got the chance to take a good look at her body? for a 47 year old woman i'd say she's hot!. So you turn the volume a little louder and then try to dance like a 47 year old chick. But end up falling all over the place, in which your brother thinks that you are terribly insane, he then later gives your mom a call. Now, they both think that you really need help.
Then you later force yourself to step on that deceitful machine, holding back your tears, you look down.....................................
my life is just one living nightmare
okay here i am sitting infront of this huge screen that emits radiation, in which one day i'll probably die because of what i'm doing right now. well being dead isn't shuch a bad idea ,when you have a screaming mother in the background, and a sister who just can't stop breadthing down your neck . am i blabbering again? i hope not . for all thoses who are reading this good for nothing blog entru . i honestly apologise for your poor swollen eyes . okay vanessa this blog entry is solely dedicated to you , since you are probably the only one reading this .
well my mom is still feriously screaming in the background simply because i "spoil " her OH-SO-EXPENSIVE oak table."SERIOUSLY MOMMY DEAR , its just a small tiny scratch GET OVER IT MAN!!" seriously , not getting her ONE BIT. whats with all these middle aged women , my aunt , my maid , ALL GOING INSANE!!! insane on me at least . okay this is how it goes , they find the smallest fault in whatever you do and , holy shit , they just blow everything up like its all your fault . yar yar . her lips are moving but all i hear is blah blah blah , all her condecending talk are seriously degenerating to the noise in the background. okay don't get me wrong , i love my mom , wait a minute that sounds wrong . oh yea did i mention she just slam the door on my face , because i was blaring my stero ? i mean what heck right ? okay i'm blabbering again, i get it .my mom? one hell of a woman !
nail polishing can be really addictive when you are really bored and broke .okay first you buff your nails then when they are all shinny and smooth , you cover them with polish ! the feeling? satisfying ! i'm serious!! that pretty much kills most of my time ! I never knew that $3.90 buffer you buy from bodyshop can bring so much joy to my seriously fat ass life.and when you are done , and when you stare at your nails , it jsut feel like a work of art .i did and redo my nails like 3 times already . okay i'm balbbering again . i'm sorry .
BLACK NAIL POLISH SO TATALLY ROCKS!!!
well , okay i'm sorry if your eyes are sort of bleeding right now . i truely am sorry . i hope and wish for recovery for your eyes . i'm sorry id i bore the shit out of you . vanessa , i hope this entry killed at least 15 minutes of your time!