gissy truly sux.

Sunday, December 26, 2004

It is... Christmas! I went over to my father's friend's house yesterday to have a Christmas Eve dinner and I was seriously stuffed.

I ate:
- One and a half pieces of ham.
- One medium sized lump of turkey(with sauce. Or gravy. Whatever you call it.).
- One pork rib(or pai gu as the Chinese call it. Yeah, I'm Chinese.)
- One ginger thinggie which looked like a brownie but tasted horrible.
- One and 3/4 pieces of 3.5cm by 3.5cm chocolates.
- A little cream off a piece of log cake.
- 2/5 of another log cake(it was a mango ice cream log cake from Swensons).

I drank:
- One and a half small cups of Sprite "Ice"(It had an aftertaste of petrol. So I checked the can for an expiry date and discovered it had none.)
- 3/5 of a mug of teh ping without ping. So it was kinda like a teh boh ping.

I was utterly stuffed. And I really felt like puking. And what made the whole situation worse was that a few seconds after I recovered, I was in the taxi. And Singapore taxis all have this same smell which makes me carsick almost immediately after I inhale it.

And this morning, I had roti prata for breakfast(two pieces - kosong). And I took real long to finish it. No, actually, I didn't finish it. I left a small piece cause I really didn't wanna stuff myself.

Anyways! Back to last night. I was watching a VCD(And no, I don't love watching them. I just use them to pass time when I can't use the computer.): A Police Story. Or something like that. Anyways, guess who was the mastermind of the bad guys!? DANIEL WU! And he looked so bloody cool in that show! And he was abused as a child or something so he turned out kinda mad. And he's really rich in the show. Wow! My purrfect man! *swoons*

Rewind... Let's go back in time further to yesterday afternoon. I was with my Digital Camera and guess what I was doing!? I was taking photos of myself! With my cat. When he was in a good mood. My dog was just too hyper so I couldn't take a photo with him. He just couldn't seem to stay still. I was planning to take photos with him today, but just this morning he ate my cat's kitty litter and some of his poop. So I decided not to. Cause his mouth stinks now.

I'm gonna try and dump some pictures here. Without downloading the Hello thing... *tries it*

Eh... something seems to be wrong with blogger. But it also might be a new virus in my comp. Anyways! I might just do it next time when I have more pictures and feel like it. So... thos of you out there who wanna know what I look like, happy waiting!

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Friday, December 24, 2004

I hate Gisella. I hate gissy. Why are you so irritating, Gisella? Why are you so irritating, gissy?

Bleh, of course I know people hate me! Not that I mind, that is. But it kinda gets irritating... Just as irritating as I can be when I'm irritating. And hurtful, sometimes. But I don't expect anyone to pity me or go 'Aww... Let me help you.' or anything like that. This entry is just here to warn people who plan to add me to their MSN list or something why I'm so hated or something. If I manage to sound snobbish on some points, please think of it as me being utterly nice(*lol* I really am! I'm just hated. :P).

I am hated because:
- I walk around acting stupid.
- I walk around acting cute.
- I walk around acting bimbotic.
- I walk around acting cool.
- I walk around acting as though I'm really popular.
- I walk around laughing really loudly.
- I walk around greeting teachers with 'Hi' instead of 'Good morning' or 'Good afternoon'.
- I am assumed to be horribly snobbish.
- I am assumed to act like a know-it-all. (Which is true sometimes.)
- I am known to have a suffocatingly large ego.
- I am assumed to go around joining all kinds of stuff(Which is also true sometimes.) and do something what other people call 'gaining fame' or 'seeking attention'.
- People're just jealous.
- People hate my guts.

I can't really think of any more, but yeah. I remember one incident that happened sometime this year during 'Book and Music Week'... I had to make a speech to the whole school about a future invention of mine. Anyways, I put on a slight accent cause thats the way I sound when I speak properly. And someone wasn't too pleased with it. Mimi(obviously not her real name... I can't believe I'm actually shielding her) was gossiping about me with her friend right beside her when I was making my speech(I was the last of the four to present.).

And who should be right beside them but my best friend, Hemal! She overheard them and told me about what happened later that afternoon over the phone.

Apparantly, they were gossiping about me and she told Mimi something like "If you can't do it better than her, then stop it." But basically, she meant something like "Shut the fuck up unless you're so good." Aww... How loyal. *beams*

That kinda hurt me but I'm over it. Such people aren't worth my tears and time and whatever it is that I take to hate her. *giggles* Maybe I should create a list on why people hate her instead. But I shan't be mean. *smiles sweetly*

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Its Christmas Eve! And I finally got into the Christmassy mood(I am so so sure its got something to do with the lack of Christmas decorations at home. All I've got is a Christmas tree and some other decorations. There were more last year, I think.)! Anyways, there's nothing much to talk about today... But if I do talk much, then I might just be in a Christmassy mood. *blink* (If that didn't make sense, please ignore it. *nodnods*)

I noticed that every year, Kids Central plays the same cartoon over and over... The Alabaster Scrooge thinggie and the three ghosts. And yes, until now, I still don't know what the show's called. I think its "A Christmas Story" or summat like that.

My sister came along and asked me how many times I've watched it before. Well, I honestly didn't know, but I decided to shut up anyways, but not before telling her that it was a nice story. She acted as though she didn't hear me. OH well... Ignorant people. (Let's hope she doesn't read my blog. :x) So... she started channel-surfing(something we always do when we're really bored) and we both decided to watch a.... VCD! Eh... Lemme check the title.

Bowling for Columbine. Anyways, Columbine is this High School or something in America that has/had many many cases of violence. Umm... murders and such. All because guns are allowed to be used. So... even kids can get hold of them. Then the show starts showing lotsa stuff about the murders and what the producer thinks causes all that violence. And then he interviews people on the subject and most people say that its a tradition that shouldn't not be allowed.

Then the guy runs off to Canada to show people that there should be equal rights among all the races, and it was only then that I realised how safe and wonderful Singapore is. So... if you wanna know more about it, go buy the VCD and watch it! (thank you gissy for promoting the show)

Well, this wasn't a very long entry, eh? Oh well... To all of you out there: Merry Christmas! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, Happy holidays(or whatever you're celebrating)!

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I'm on the verge of tears after reading the whole script of Phantom of the Opera! Its a stupid script (Now, you know that I'm only saying that cause I'm upset.)! I think only people who've read the script and remember it will understand what I mean.

The Phantom was too sweet! He even let the woman he loved(Christine) leave him when he could almost keep her with him forever! I mean, what kind of story is that!? I think I'm in love with the Phantom. True, it was mean of him to kill people, but he was undeniably charming and witty.

I was having an MSN conversation with Sebastian and I was just telling him how I wanted a Phantom of my own - Handsome, sweet, kind, with a mask(cause I think the mask part's cool), not scary, warm, and of course, loves me to bits. But I'm afraid of ghosts, so he can't be a ghost. So he's a Phantom which isn't a ghost. (By the way, if you think that you fufill at least half of the requirements for being my Phantom, do not hesitate to email me at abrakedabra_poof@hotmail.com *wink*)

When he read that, his reaction was:

Silk - zaitsev's rule says:
o_O

Silk - zaitsev's rule says:
what kinda screwed phantom is that?

Yeah, that was funny. But that was my Phantom. The Phantom of Gisella. *giggles*

If I were Christine, I would stay with the Phantom rather than that Raoul. Pfft. He doesn't deserve a person like me! *sniffs disapprovingly* Christine is STUPID! Yes, I'm sure now. I'm in love with the Phantom of the Opera. He's so sweet and mysterious and.. wow. *wails* Why can't I have one!?

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Note to readers: Warning! The following entry contains total crap and about 1,100 words so unless you are really interested, please DO NOT continue.

I am so bored! FK's down and I honestly have NOTHING to do! Well, except blog and crap and keep changing my MSN nicks... AND hyperlinking every single thing I can find. *just found 'blog' unlinked and hurries to hyperlink it*

Anyways, I was so bored, I hopped over to Friendster to check out the bulletin board. And then there was this post that showed the personalities of people born in particular months.

I was born in November, so I checked it out.

NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.

Words in pink are NOT part of my personality. If I were bored enough(and you'd better hope so), I would elaborate on each point.

Alrighties, I'm bored enough and I've nothing else to do.

Has alot of ideas. Maybe, at least I used to. Somehow, I feel a little brain dead. As in, creative brain cells're dead. But yeah, sometimes I have sudden hyperactive emotional outbursts. Its quite funny actually, cause I'm actually laughing at nothing. And when that registers in my mind, I start laughing again cause I was laughing at nothing in particular. Of course I'm funny! *giggles*

Difficult to fathom. Umm... When I want it that way. *grin* Its quite difficult doing that, though. Usually some part of me will want the other person to know what I'm trying to keep from them. And I end up telling the person. So... this'll be a light shade of pink.

Thinks forward. Yep. Which is why its so difficult for me to make something seem really clever and complicated. And no one else but I can do the same thing again.

Unique and brilliant. I know I'm unique, and I know I can be brilliant, but I'm just too much of a slacker to do so.

Extraordinary ideas. That comes into unique.

Sharp thinking. That comes under fines and strong clairvoyance. Oh, I though I had done it already. Anyways, yeah, I can think about something so simple until I confuse myself when I have a "really smart" question in mind. I'll then proceed to asking my parents about it and they'll all say its a stupid question. Well, even after that, I still don't think so, so I think my minds a little addled from all that thinking.

Can become good doctors. My foot! Have you seen me at Science? I can hardly do the experiments myself!

Dynamic in personality. If you've seen me going hyper in school, you would understand. *nodnods*

Secretive. Yeah... I guess. Somehow, my friends have appointed me 'secret keeper'. They find me very trustworthy but very untrustworthy. Confuses me, sometimes.

Inquisitive. That's the stupid questions thing.

Knows how to dig secrets. Of course I do! If I can't convince them, I'll irritate them! (I should go create a blog - www.gissyphilosophy.blogspot.com)

Always thinking. Riiiiiiight. I can go brain dead for as long as I feel like it. There's a switch somewhere in my head for that.

Less talkative but amiable. I am so sorry, but I am VERY talkative. I think I typed it in my 'about me.' section that I can't shut up. Amiable? Only if you're able to see that me being irritating is sometimes... amiable(you get what I mean).

Brave and generous. I am NOT! I'm not proud to say that, but I really am not! :P If you've read the entries containing scary creatures, you would so definitely know that I am not brave at all. I scream at every little thing that scares me. If I get scared for a split second, then I'll give a half-scream, which is actually a wail. A slow and not-so-loud wail.

Patient. Patient... Sometimes. Unless I'm really excited or nervous about something.

Stubborn and hard-hearted. Eh... Stubborn, definitely. But to a certain extent cause I know my limits. Hard-hearted? Nope. Its kinda stupid even thinking of a hard heart. Isn't everyone's heart soft cause they're made of flesh? No, seriously, I have a hard heart, but also to a certain extent. I'm leaning to the soft side. *lights up her halo and turns the switch on and off repeatedly*

If there is a will, there is a way. I'm pretty sure about that. I think I believe in that. I'm sure. Kinda.

Determined. Never give up. Er... I do. Almost always. And then I'll hand the job over to someone else. If I were in a good mood, I might just trade my job for an easy one.

Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. I guess... Doesn't that go for everyone? *blink*

Loves to be alone. *rofl* This cracked me up!

Thinks differently from others. Most of the time. When I'm hyper, that is.

Sharp-minded. When I'm awake. Which is almost all the time. And then I end up scaring myself early in the morning or late at night.

Motivates oneself. I wasn't very sure about this, but its partially correct.

Does not appreciate praises. *blink* *blink blink blink* What the-!? Of course I do! I just try to act humble about it. *winks*

High-spirited. As much as I go hyper.

Well-built and tough. I'm sorry? *blink* Well-built? Tough? Ever seen me during PE lessons? Seen the panting parts?

Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. I won't go into that, so if you really wanna know, simply add me on your MSN Messenger list(abrakedabra_poof@hotmail.com) and see how I react.

Homely. Yes! Of course! I luuuurve staying at home! But I would also love shopping and going out as long as I have the money and time and if that place is air-conditioned.

Hardworking. *rofl* Ask my friends.

High abilities. I'm quite sure I do have them. As long as I manage to concentrate on the thing long enough.

Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Covered in the 'Secretive.' part, I think.

Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable. Bingo!

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Thursday, December 23, 2004

I don't know why (well maybe I do know) I have two mosquito bites on my face. Actually, I had one on my left cheek yesterday and I really was hoping it would disappear ASAP.

Well! When I woke up this morning, I found that the one I wanted to disappear had disappeared and two more red ones appeared. Guess where!? One at the corner of my mouth and the other on my right cheek! Wonderful! Just wonderful! And just when I wanted to look professional on the first day of school!

Now I look like a dirty thing with a pimple at the corner of my mouth. But its a mosquito bite, really. I haven't been seeing any mosquitoes around lately, but if they do appear, they'll usually be sucking on my once-scarless-and-beautiful legs. And I don't know why(I really don't, this time) only one mosquito attacks at a time.

There you go, another deadly creature. Mosquitoes. I remember when I was in primary four and my grandmother came over to stay, I had to sleep on the other bed, the one right under the air-conditioner and window. I woke up in the middle of the night to an annoying buzzing sound. It was quite funny, come to think of it. It kept buzzing around and I felt my face was really itchy. I decided to force myself to sleep cause there was school the next day and I had to wake up in a few hours time.

I woke up again to the same buzzing sound and felt something on my eyelid. It was like a lumpy thing(no, it wasn't the mosquito) that was incredibly itchy. I lifted my hand to scratch the itch away before checking my motion. I couldn't scratch myself or the lumpy thing will grow bigger so I covered my whole head with my blanket. Ha! Mosquito couldn't get me no more!

At school that day, I knew I had lotsa lotsa mosquito bites all over my face and was making an effort not to scratch them. During my form teacher's lesson, she stared at my face and asked me what happened to it. I told her they were just mosquito bites.

What could it be, huh!? Lovebites!? (Unless I remembered wrongly, they're also called hickeys. Kinda reminds me of hiccups... What a cute name for lovebites.) Anyways... I was vain. And I am vain. Why? *blink*

Which brings me to the subject of vanity... Lemme check up the dictionary for its meaning.

Miss Merriam Webster says that 'vain' means: having or showing undue or excessive pride in one's appearance or achievements. (that's not the only meaning; just showing you the one I'm talking about. If you want the other meanings, click here)

Every single female human in the world is vain(pray correct me if I'm wrong) - well, at least those who can think for themselves and others.

(Whoa... I can hear this woman yelling downstairs... I think she's a maid, though. Er... Scary. I'll get back in a while. *pauses to listen to them* Just when I typed that, she stopped. And when she started yelling again, she sounded softer, so obviously, she must have moved. Sister came in to tell me that a freaky woman was yelling at her husband. *lol* Sorry. For laughing. Ah... I feel so mean. :P)

Anyways! Reasons why people want to look good.
- They want to be the best.
- They don't want to be the best, but they want to fit in.
- They want the group to look good cause they fit in.
- They want to attract the opposite or non-opposite sex.
- They want people to stare at them for their attractiveness.
- They don't want people to stare at them until it gets uncomfortable, but they want pleasant stares. Not from old cheekopeks, but from younger people.
- They are desperate for attention.
- They're not desperate for attention, but simply attention-seeking.
- They wanna get attached or something along those lines.
- They're afraid they won't be good-looking enough for their partner.
- They're afraid they won't be good-looking enough for the person they like.
- They want the person who likes them to like them even more even though they do not like him/her.
- They want the person who likes them to like them even more so they might begin to feel something for the other person.
- They want to be popular.
- They want to be special.
- They want people to praise them so they can act humble, thus resulting in them praising him/her even more for his/her 'humbleness'.
- They want to prove someone wrong.
- They want to be successful.
- They want to be a model.
- They want to be a supermodel.
- If they're really and genuinely nice enough, they might just want to look good cause they don't want to disturb others by not dressing up.

I might just add more, so you can simply keep checking back until you see something new on this list. :) (No, seriously, don't bother. Cause I wouldn't. Ooo... by the way, I realised my hair's real long this morning! Cool, huh!)

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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Warning: This entry contains approximately 1,500 words, so unless you are ready with your food and drinks or unless you feel you are ready, please DO NOT continue reading.

I had to go ALL THE WAY from PASIR RIS to OUTRAM. I had to walk in the sweltering HOT sun ALL THE WAY from the OUTRAM MRT STATION to the National Dental Centre for my appointment. I got there, was 5 minutes late(Which isn't really a problem cause they always make me wait half an hour or so after my appointment time to see the dentist.), and realised, after the lady called my name, that my appointment was cancelly cancelled.

Well, I wasn't the one pissed.. My sister was. She said she could have been bumming and slacking at home instead of going out. But oh well, I don't really care. So long as my dental appointment wasn't clashing with my other school activities, I didn't really care.

The lady said that they sent a letter to inform me that my appointment for yesterday was changed to the fourth of January. I said I didn't receive anything, and gave a little frown just to emphasize my point.

Which wasn't very true. I did remember receiving a postcard thinggy from the NDC, and it mentioned something like 'Please remember to come for your next appointment'. But... I thought it was simply a reminder cause I've been missing and postponing many many appointments. So... I threw it away.

So now, I've thrown away the evidence. But I don't really care.:P

She replied with a "Usually when we cannot contact the patient, we will give them a call. Sorry about this ah, you come back on the fourth of January. I'll write it down for you." before proceeding to write down the details of my newly scheduled appointment.

My sister looked so pissed she looked as though she was going to explode in a fury of loud vulgar words. Wahahaha, just imagine that happening!

Lady: Usually blah blah blah write it down for you.

Sis: *takes deep calming breaths as she tries to force a smile*

Lady: Here you go. *hands me the dental appointment card*

Me: *smiles sweetly at the lady and nods* Thank you! (Note how nice I was. :D)

Sis: *takes a breath one too deep and swells*
*she can't stop!*

Me: *gasps*

Sis: *squeals her words out* NoOoOoOOoO....

Then... BABOOM!(for the body)

And... BABOOM! (for the limbs which does not include the fingers and toes)

And BABOOM! (for the fingers and toes and small parts of the body)

And finally... BABOOM! (for the nails and strands of hair and hair accessories and whatnot. Basically, small miscellaneous stuff explodes down here.)

Anyways, my sister decided to head over to my cousin's house to borrow VCDs or DVDs so I had to head home myself. But I gave her a cute, heart-melting look and she asked me if I wanted to come along. Of course, I accepted the offer with the grace of an otter. (*rofl* It rhymes, it rhymes! But I don't know how graceful otters are... Let's take it that I was very graceful in accepting. *nodnods*)

So... We went over to the Raffles Place MRT Station to meet my cousin and a friend of theirs, Yifeng(they were out together). They didn't come and we received(or rather, my sister) a call from them not long after to meet them at the BIshan MRT Station instead.

So we got there and we had to wait like, half an hour before they finally arrived. During that period of waiting time, my sister and I were chatting with each other, taking pauses in the conversations so she could reply to a message on her handphone.

We noticed two girls walking around collecting donations for the Singapore Welfare Society(Yeah, I've heard of it, but I still don't know what it is. My sis reckons that it takes care of the welfare of the whole of Singapore.). They weren't in school uniform, and were the only ones collecting donations in the area.

They were receiving little donations which is no wonder to any one of us:
- No school uniform
- Didn't really smile
- No stickers (I think)
- One of them was listening to a discman while asking for donations
- Looked sloppy and unenthusiastic

Anyways, they came up to us and asked for donations and I left it to my sister to decline the 'offer'. Then about twenty minutes later, they looked a little unsure about something. Yes, they were facing us, but they were a good two metres away. Or maybe three. But you get my point ya?

They were conversing with each other about something I couldn't hear, but my instincts told me their conversation.

Girl 1: Should we ask them..? *glances at my sis and I before quickly looking away as though afraid to catch any one of our eye contact*

Girl 2: Don't know leh... Ask lah ask lah. We might get a donation. *glances at us then back at her friend, waiting for her to walk first*

I caught eye contact with one of the girls during the conversation and she held the eye contact even though she was glancing at her friend(I don't know how, she's got magic.)

Then, slowly, but purposefully, they strode towards my sister and I. I felt an impending sense of doom circling ahead and swooping down like a deprived eagle.

*SWOOP*

*lol* Anyways, she came over and asked us for another donation. Once again, I silently ordered my sister with a scary smirk to decline the 'offer'. She obediently did so, leaving the two girls thanking us for nothing but wasting our time and energy.

Me: Didn't they just ask for a donation? I think they forgot.

My sis: Yeah, like we'll change our minds the second time.

Too many to remember not donating so why not ask people we think we haven't donated to do so? Smaaaaart. I'm serious. The person being asked twice might feel guilty or obliged to donate.

So... my sis and I waited for thirty minutes or so before heading to Junction 8 to buy drinks and whatever we wanted to buy at the supermarket.

We found drinks for ourselves and on the way to the counter, I found wine! It looked so yummy(not sure if 'yummy' can be used for drinks..) and wonderful, my sister and I bought it! *cackles*

We met up with my cousin and Yifeng before boarding bus numbered 53 to her home. We watched a VCD called 'Kung Pow'. They took a really old Chinese show(with lotsa kung fu fighting) and edited it so it would turn funny. Personally, I'm a really lame person, so the show was really funny to me. And it was really lame. I had never felt so lamed in my life. *wails*

Let's see... There is this Chinese girl, she falls in love with the leading male character. The leading male character is trying to defeat this really guy who's really great at kung fu, but his source of energy comes from these two pointy metal things on his chest. So... the male has to get the metal things off his chest, but they're 'installed' in his body(If you find a better word, don't hesitate to tell me.).

So he goes to the blacksmith and asks him if he has those metal thinggies and buys them. He sticks them into stone dummies. He tries to get them out, but his hands keep getting injured. He gives up for the day and goes 'home' to the girl. He hides his hands behind him and she notices him doing so.

Girl: Show me your hands.

Guy: *shakes his head*

Girl: Show me your hands.

Guy: *holds out his hands, showing all the injuries*

Girl: Does it hurt?

Guy: *shakes his head*

Girl: *squeezes lime all over his hands* How about now?

Guy: *shakes his head*

Girl: *looks rather worried before pouring salt all over his hands* And now?

Guy: *shakes his head*

Girl: *breaks a thermometer over his hands, pouring the mercury all over them before looking up at the guy questioningly*

Guy: *looks at her in horror* You just broke a thermometer over my hands!

Girl: You think that is painful? *pauses* Touch my hair, I want you to wipe your hands all over my hair.

Guy: *wipes his hands all over her hair*

-_-"

By the way, the guy's known as 'chosen one'.

Girl is caught by two strong men, another man(the one who has the metal thinggies stuck to him) is sitting on a chair in front of her.

Man: *growl*

Girl: Weeyooweeyoowee. (she's crying, by the way)

Man: *growls for a longer period of time*

Girl: Weeyooweeyoowee.

This goes on for quite a while until the girl hits the two strong men and runs away.

Next scene. Chosen one is running from afar(he's only about three inches long on the TV screen). Girl is beckoning him.

Girl: Chosen one!

Guy: I'm coming!

Girl: Chosen one!

Guy: I'm coming!

Girl: Chosen one!

Guy: I'm coming!

-_-" Why! Whhhhhhhhhhhhhy!

But it was funny. And not a show I want to watch again.

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Sunday, December 19, 2004

Was just chatting with a friend (You can either click the 'seb' link down there or simply click here www.silkx.blogspot.com).
Yes, he is crazy.
And when you get to his blog, click as many times on the Google links as possible.
Don't worry, you don't have to pay at all.
No glitches(Is that the word?*blink*) involved.
I clicked about 5 or 6 times in a second and a half, but I don't think it works that way. *grin*
Oh well, at least I clicked!
And he'll want you to click too.
So click away!
See, I'm sooooo nice.
*thank you gissy*(Courtesy of Nik Chua, my darling.)

Anyways, as I was saying...
Came across the subject of tik tack flies.
And here comes the BIG question:

What are tik tack flies?
a. Flies which look like the tic tac candy. (*thank you gissy for advertising*)
b. Flying ants which like things as sweet as the tic tac candy. (*thank you gissy again*)
c. People who play mahjong too much and are so damned irritating like flies buzzing.
d. Beetles which fly into your room at night going 'tik tack tik tack'.

If you picked (a), you might have been imagining woodlice with wings under the magnifying glass.
If you picked (b), you might have been thinking of those flying ants which come in during the rainy season. Though I've never really seen them live off the food in my house before. But that may just be because we kill them on sight.
If you picked (c) right after looking at (a) and (b), you're realistic. But unfortunately, I don't refer to them as tik tack flies. I call them irritating people.
If you picked (d) and have read all the 'if you picked' above, you would have realised that this is obviously the correct answer.

More about tik tack flies:
- They are big and black and occasionally have a bluish tint or blotch. (Ah well... They appear a leettle bit blue under the light anyways.)
- And when they fly, they make horrible 'tik tack tik tack' sounds; Which is annoying and scary. Half the time my sis and I will be afraid it'll land on us or something.
- They like to fly in at night to scare my sister and I.
- They are usually caught ten minutes after my maid comes into the room(which takes a long time cause they always fly in when she's out bringing the dog for a walk; perfect timing!) because my sis and I called her to catch it.
- Otherwise, they are caught within twenty minutes. (Including the time it takes to bug my dad with annoying squeals into catching the fly.)
- If none of the above two happens, then the fly won't be caught. And we'll either stay up late or out of the room until it flies out itself or is caught by the above two methods, or simply go to sleep with our blankets covering our whole body.

Hmm, maybe I should forget about the other two blogs I mentioned and create another blog for 'The World's Scariest'. So it may just go like www.oooscary.blogspot.com with a spooky background and eerie music. *giggles* I'm getting excited just thinking about it! But its really very obvious that I wouldn't do such a thing. I'll just post EVERYTHING here!

darkness falls at 9:36 PM (0) comments

I'm back.
Finally.
*cheers for me*
I know, I rock.
Gonna be Secondary 3 next year.
An upper secondary student.
No more carrying that 90210(at least I think its that number) bag.
I looked cute in it.
Well, that's cause I was cute. *struts*
Just joking.
On a serious note, I just have to look more professional now.
I'm gonna be in a new class, and I must have a nice professional-looking bag.
Its the "in" thing.
For me, that is.
And then, when I get to school on the first day..

Me: *struts about in the school as though I own it before going to the meeting place*
*thinks to herself: The it-isn't-that-cool-but-people-think-it-is meeting place.*

The lower secondary students, especially the Sec 1s: *looks at the cool girl and nods approvingly, thinking: Oh my god, I want to be like her when I'm her age. She is my ROLE MODEL.*

Me: *swishes her hair back over her shoulder gracefully and winks at the cute guys passing by*

And then... When I walk over to meet my friends later, chatting and laughing with them, I will STAND OUT.

Me: Hahahaha... Hahahaha...

One of my friends: Hahah... (Oh my god, I want to laugh like her.)

Another one of my friends: Hahaha... (How does she do it!?)

And another one: Hahahah... (She is totally cool. Definitely a trendsetter. I want to be one too!)

And another(Me: *giggles excitedly*): *stunned with a strickened look on her face(which is a good thing, in this case)*

A passerby: *thinks to herself: Who is this girl? I must keep her away from the boys.*

Me: *laughing the cool laugh of mine* Hahahaha... Hahahaha... (HAHAHAHA... HAHAHAHA...)

But that's just part of my... wishful thinking. *sniff*

I know, I know!
This is a lame post. *duck*
But I was BORED.
Booooooring.
*entertains herself*
I'm actually thinking of creating two more blogs.
One will be used when I'm in a bad mood and wanna bitch about something..
The other will be used when I'm in a very good mood.
And this blog... Will stay.
I'll use it when I'm feeling alright.
Like now.
*beams*

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Thursday, December 09, 2004

Note to readers: Warning! The following entry may include unsuitable content for people who are unable to take frights. If you feel that you may not or cannot survive the shock, please DO NOT continue on to reading the story.

2nd note to readers: This is based on a true story and a real-life account of what happened after watching Singapore Idol, when my sister asked me to get water for her from the kitchen.

An innocent attempt at a sip of water led to a deadly and terrorizing fate.
(Well, not really -deadly-... Just scary.)

Lifting the pink, plastic cup with one small hand, she noted that it seemed slightly heavier as compared to when it was empty in the past. How odd, she thought. It was empty. The suspicious increase in weight did not sway her, however, and she placed the cup on the kitchen counter as she turned to get another for her sister.

It was late at night, and she felt a tingle of fear standing alone in the kitchen, where the mirror in the dark toilet faced her just as always, reflecting her quietly. Too quietly, she breathed in her mind, jerking her gaze quickly away from the mirror and moving back the cup.

Picking up her cup and placing the blue one of the same design on the counter, she made her way to the water dispenser* to fill the cup, raising it to eye level as she looked into it.

It all happened in a second - She felt the quick padding of feet against the cup, but she didn't see anything until a quarter of a second later, when a scaly figure jumped out at her, spread-eagled** in mid-air.

You could tell the lizard was a baby. Stretching at a length of two inches, its skin all black, with a tail not more than half an inch long, and feet.. webbed or not, she could not tell. A bell was ringing in her head... she screamed, an ear-splitting scream that sounded throughout the house and into the uncaring night.

She was warned. By the same person who didn't want to do it, thus sending her instead on the mission. But she believed she would have been safe. After all, she had only seen one throughout the whole year, and that didn't attack her or scare her in any way.

*water dispenser: Not really sure what its called, but I think I got it right.
**spread-eagled: Hope its allowed in that context.*blink*

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Friday, December 03, 2004

Yes.
I know I'm real late on this.
I wanted to post this yesterday.
But I couldn't download the photos.
Damn 'hello' thinggie.
Oh well.
Had two weeks of work.
Including that of the previous entry.
Earned some money which I've already spent.
Was fun.
Was tiring.
With nothing to do now, I slack.
There's homework waiting.
For me to complete.
But I'm too lazy.
Forgot to do my thirty crunches(Hope I spelt it right) yesterday.
Watched Singapore Idol.
Was the finals.
I couldn't decide who I wanted as the Idol.
Finally decided on Sylvester.
Sister chose Taufik.
Taufik won.
Most of you know that.
Didn't feel anything much.
Even when Gurmit went "There you have it, Singapore! Your first- Singapore- Idol!".
Later at night my sis and I were thinking about it.
It was lucky Taufik won.
He spoke better English than Sylvester.
But we're sure Sylvester will do better than him.
Yes, yes.
Kill me, Taufik's supporters.

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