gissy truly sux.

2007-11-16T10:31:00.001+08:00

Aiyah, I'm very sad lah. Should I switch to livejournal?

But my blogskin! I really like it! :D

I have ONE post there. Maybe I should just have TWO blogs. *lol* Sometimes I -do- get into the livejournal mood okay.

Go on, check both from now on.

http://gissysux.livejournal.com/

Yes mel, I'm copying you.. I couldn't stand to have a connection for so long, what with me using blogger and you using livejournal..

It just hurts so much..

..mel?

....MEL?

2007-11-11T15:30:00.001+08:00

Okay, now to update my blog on the two presents I got this week!

Belated, but never mind. :D

Mel gave me a Starburst (..starburst right?) gummy snakes thing!

The fruity taste was very very strong, I must say. Thanks mel!

Ros gave me a 1GB thumbdrive! SO COOL! I shall wear it around school next year, probably. :D

Sorry, no pictures.. Too lazy to take, upload, then post. :D

So. Thank you all!

When Ros gave me the present, it came with a receipt, and I thought:

"Silly girl."

Then later that night, when I got home and read her note, she said that she gave it to me intentionally cause there was a 2 year warranty on it.

Her note was incredibily messy. Chicken scratchings, I must say. Just bigger. Circular cancellations.. scrawls.. Uneven handwriting..

And then.. I don't know why..

Call me emo if you must, but I felt it.

I mean, I don't know if it was cause the note was so pathetic it just incited my pity, or if I truly was touched cause I realised that.. You know what? I think I've found them. I think I've found the friends that truly ARE friends.

Not just because of the presents, but it was through these presents that I realised. I learnt the magnitude to which my friends would go for another. I used to only have 2 of such friends last year.

Look at me now. I have a whole classful of them, and MORE.

By my standards, I don't think I'm a very good friend, but looking at how much I've learnt in the past year..

I want to thank my friends, ALL of you. Mainly my classmates + Jerine + the other people.

You all have shown me what it truly is to be a friend. You showed me how, and I emulated your behaviour (except the present part. I'm still a little on the stingy side.).

Little notes, SMSes to ask if you're alright.. SMSes that tell you that I suddenly thought of you.. Messages that told you all that I care.

I've come a long way, okay.

I want to go further. When I start buying presents for you all, you know I've started. :D

Anyways, yesterday, I had Wai Wan, Cheng Hung, Mel and cx over to watch Exorcism of Emily Rose and Hotel Rwanda.

HEE! Know what's spastic? Exorcism of Emily Rose was FAR from scary... I thought it would be. Pfft.

Hotel Rwanda wasn't as touching as it was 3-4 years ago. Oh well. *lol* I guess its cause it wasn't dark enough and it's my second time watching it.

Anyways, it's Jerine's birthday today, so you all can just hop over to her blog and wish her Happy birthday cause she's not in the country. Her blog's quaintrelle.blogspot.com

As you all know, the OCIP people have LEFT! 4am this morning I think.

I msged Ros and Jerine (the two closest people to me in OCIP.. and maybe not people in OCIP) and told them to come back with rich laos guys there.

WAHAHAHA! When they come back in 13 days, they're gonna be SO rich!

13 days only ah? I don't know why, I kept thinking it was one month.

Well, mhm.

Yesterday I was at my man's place, and you know what!? I think our relationship has come to a point where we don't even have to talk to each other or be near each other to feel as though we are spending time together.

SO COOL RIGHT!

I know some of you have heard that saying that went something along the lines of.. Uhh.. Loving someone is when you did not speak the whole time, at the end of it, you feel as though you had a whole conversation.

My poot ah. It's not possible at the start of a relationship. Not to me, anyways. Defy convention, yes, but don't do that! You need to know everything about each other before you can advance properly and accept each other's flaws, etc.

I don't even need to explain further. You all should understand.

Anyways, so ya. I was at one end of the room playing fk on his laptop, and he was on the other end on a sofa reading a book.

We're kind of out of movies to watch, see. :P

And his internet wasn't working.. so ya.

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Are you feeling bored during the holidays!?

Go watch la bi xiao xin on youtube or something. :D

2007-11-06T21:11:00.000+08:00

I am proud to say that I believe I am very very mature. You can even see it from what I like eating/drinking!

1. Chinese Tea (especially ginseng oolong! If you EVER find this, PLEASE tell me!

2. Brinjal

3. Brands essence of chicken

..I can't think of any more. Brinjal and Brands.. they're acquired tastes.

Btw, just because I don't eat ladies fingers doesn't mean I'm immature. I just don't like the idea of mutilating women's hands.

2007-11-03T18:20:00.000+08:00

Okay, my birthday post.

Let me begin from the night/early morning of 1st Nov.

I had two nightmares. Don't remember the second one, but the first one was that it was my birthday, and my man was going around this really really dark supermarket (I don't remember much about it) getting stuff for me so he could cook for my birthday. His family was also there, so I hung out with his family while he left me behind, alone. Then.. Later, goodness knows what happened, but it involved his phone ringing, and me finding out that he was cheating on me. *lol*

What a way to start the day.

So when I woke up and stoned around in bed while reading my birthday msgs on my hp, my kitty, Marlin, suddenly came along and settled himself behind my head, so it felt as though his stomach was my pillow. So cute.

So the first present I received was from Jerine! So sweet, she came all the way to Tanah Merah just to gimme my present, and she came half an hour early, so she had to wait for half an hour. *lol* Lucky thing she had a book to read.

We took this picture even though she insisted she was ugly and I didn't oppose her remark.

How pretty ya!? They're from CUPCAKE MOMMA. Whoever this momma is, she's got a webby and an email!

I think it's:

www.cupcakemomma.net or www.cupcake-momma.net
and cupcakemomma@gmail.

Go search on google yourself. I'm too lazy to check.

Then my man and I walked to his place, and along the way, I took a random picture. I wanted to take pictures of EVERYTHING I did that day, but decided not to after he commented on me taking the picture.

"You know you're taking pictures of things that have got nothing to do with your birthday ya?"

Here it is:

So I went to his place and he asked me to search for his present when we got to his room. I pointed to the two main drawers where he keeps his stuff, and when he said no, I walked straight up to his clothes cupboard and heard him say "Eee, no fun one.".

*lol* I'm good at this.

It was put in a chocz paper bag, and the stuff inside had got NOTHING to do with that.

After arranging the stuff right...

These are the sweets. Some of them.

I saw this, and I was like "Eurgh, hershey's milk chocolate isn't nice! You should have gotten the white chocolate one."

Looking back into the paper bag...

LOL! So cute.

He even went to ask cx for sonia's number and get me this. He told me he felt awkward and stupid picking the two different scents up and sniffing them cause he claimed they were the same.

You know how he sniffed it? He sprayed it on his hand. Silly boy. Can just sniff the nozzle..

And I saw this in the paper bag too:

Seriously. Uhh.. *lol*

Wrong one! But never mind, it smells nice. :D

And I also saw this:

A handphone sock. Seriously. *lol* Doesn't match my phone, but I'm growing to like it. It's very thin and elastic (sounds wrong)!

And I saw this too.

A BERET! But the weird kind of brown. I know I look horrid in it in this picture, but its the shirt, I SWEAR it! I'll show you all one day!

My man loved me so much he spent $270 or so on everything. :( When I heard how much, I started crying. Not cause I was touched, probably, but because the expensive things he bought, he bought wrongly. *lol* I'm going to try and make full use of it, though.

So after all the hoo hah was over, my man's mum asked me to take up this box of six doughnuts and my man and I started eating it!

And we watched 300 while at it. :D

Okay, here we go. The next day, I received my present from Eleanor!

She decorated a cupcake for me! Goodness knows if her hands were clean. *lol*

Then choy gave me his present! Bonjour milk and pandan bread! He alternated them, and I said "goodness knows whether his hands are clean".

And then steph told me he used gloves, so yay. :D

A candid shot of me. Isn't that odd?

Then Bhav gave me her card! She baked cupcakes (what's with cupcakes this year!?) and told me it turned out weird, so she won't give them to me. But I think weird cupcakes are cute. Oh well. She wrote me a note, though. I was really happy until I saw others have notes from her too.

Cai Xiang's present was so fun! But annoying, cause it was wrapped in nice wrapping paper.

Her card said I would definitely like it, and when I looked...

Whee. I like essence of chicken! I like I like! of course, I have to like the eeyore post-its too, so.. I like!

Anyways, my birthday falls on the same day as my man's sister's, so I got to cut cake and have "happy birthday" sung to me for the first time in 7 years. Eurgh. Oh well.

The cake was nice, though. Nope, no pictures.

My man's parents gave me an ang bao. No, I can't tell you how much. It's not nice. :D

And my man and I took pictures (it's a once in a long while thing). He looks fat in some of them, but I photoshopped them. :D Kidding, a bit only. I don't know how to work photoshop well.

Sigh, so weird. Here they are:

Fat boy and little man.

Don't remember WHY, but we were gonna burst out laughing for some reason.

A little dim, but this is my favourite picture. :D

2007-11-02T22:50:00.000+08:00

Whee, PW is OVERRRR! Took pictures with my groupmateys!

And me with my ugly tag.

2007-11-02T17:35:00.000+08:00

Okay, this post is purely for recording purposes! I kind of left my camera at my man's place, and most of my other pictures are with Eleanor, so I can't blog about my birthday, and my belated birthday (today) yet. Whee!

Thank you so much, especially those of you actually stayed up to msg me a happy birthday! I really really appreciate it. I wouldn't do that for anyone.

On a lighter note, I set my phone to silent non-vibration that night cause I knew there would be those SWEET but bo liao people who will stay up to wish me happy birthday. No, not all the following smses were sent at 12. Only some. So.

These are the people who wished me a happy birthday!

1. Sebastian
Wished me happy birthday one day before. :D He got the date wrong. But he wished me happy birthday again ("O happy birthday!") via sms the next day.

2. My dear (Berlyn)
hey dear. know what? i remember i am supposed to stay up and do something really important. but then, i forgot what it is! but i think it has something to do with you. HAHA.

(blank screen)

now i remember. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. at least act surprised, i stayed up for this kay? (:

3. Hung Ee
Happy birthday my darling ... I love you so much ... :)

4. Eunice
Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday happy birthday. Happy birthday to you. Take care and God bless! -Eunice =))

5. San-shine
hey gissy!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! whoa someone so old already uh? hahas! 17 already! :) may all your wishes come true ya? this msg is PURPOSELY brought to you by, yours truly - IHSAN YADIY TP143! hees! happy birthday!

6. Sayang (Rachelle)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAYANG!!!! :) LOVE LOVE..

7. Eleanor
Happy birthday gissy! This msg was totally sent not to irritate u. Neheheh =P and not having meeting tmr is considered as ur bday present hor.. Enjoy =D

8. Paveena
Gissy!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :)

9. Hung She (my man's sister. Her birthday is the same as mine. :D)
Happy birthday ... !!! ^.^ may all your wishes come true ! Haz haz >.< color="#ff99ff">And then, in the morning, my mummy wished me happy birthday, and my maid too, and later at my man's place, his mummy and daddy and youngest sis wished me happy birthday too. And then when we went to simpang, Sherman and Daiyu and some goodness knows who guy wished me happy birthday. I'm not sure if the goodness knows who guy wished me happy birthday, but daiyu and that goodness knows who guy were looking at me like I was some crazy idiot, so yeah. I only know and love Sherman. :D (he's my man's friend, btw).

2007-10-25T19:05:00.000+08:00

UPDATED!!!

My birthday is coming! AND, being the nice person that I am, I shall have a WISHLIST.

Here's the thing: If you all are planning some dumb birthday party, and if you all don't really want to scrap the many (I hope not) plans you all have made, just go ahead with it, but honestly, I really really don't want it.

And, again, HONESTLY, I don't really care too much if you all aren't getting me presents since I didn't get them for you all anyways (I think celebrating my birthday is really quite spastic. It's just ANOTHER day.), but this wishlist will act as a guide, just in CASE you all get me a present, and get me something I'm not hot about.

I have decided to put the "DO NOT GET" before the "CAN GET". More important mah.

1. Flowers
NO NO NO. I HATE FLOWERS. No ARTIFICIAL ones that last forever (that's even worse). I swear I'll donate them to another friend of mine when you all aren't looking. If I donated my own Valentine's day flowers to people, I will donate your flowers to others too.

2. "bai mei" things. In essence, nothing that serves no purpose but being a:

decorative object
paperweight
paper clip
box or whatever to store whatever in

3. Accessories

Handphone accessories, bracelets, earrings/ear studs, rings, necklaces, pendants, chokers, whatever that is used to DECORATE a person, or a box, or a card (that means I'm putting coloured markers and colour pencils and paint under "accessories"). However, the only exceptions to this category are a computer/laptop/printer. You can use them to make cards sometimes. Clocks are NOT allowed, though. They are considered decorative, and clocks are offensive presents to a traditional Chinese person. You can ask me why.

4. Story books
Please lah, I've got thousands of books to read at home.

5. Movies
Maybe the latest Harry Potter movie would be good, cause I didn't catch it.

6. Sanitary pads/tampons/tissue paper/condoms(I know some people who like to buy condoms as presents, but only for guys).
Basically, any sanitary stuff. That includes anything that contributes to improving my hygiene. I like picking my nose and wiping them on lift buttons so people cannot see th e number, so that's that. I don't want towels, or napkins, or shampoo, or soap.

7. Make-up
NO. Especially not lipstick. They dry up my lips. If you REALLY must. Fine. Liquid eyeliner that works well. If you're not sure, don't say "Aiyah, we buy already, she can't do anything about it if it doesn't work well.". Just don't buy it.

8. Writing materials
..Don't be SPASTIC.

9. Cutlery
..I don't fancy them. My mummy buys really nice ones, so I don't need yours.

10. Aroma therapy stuff
I'm NOT stressed, and I don't use these things. I just pass them on as presents to other people anyways.

11. Things that will make me feel bad for flattening in a vain attempt to keep it somewhere, or things that CANNOT be folded up EASILY.

12. Clothes/shoes.
..It's very very dangerous. But if you REALLY must, make sure the size is right. I don't even know my size, but its really quite small. If you can fold the clothes in half neatly about 2-3 times, then it SHOULD be the right size. Off-shoulder (shoulderS?) BLACK tops are quite okay. PLAIN black tops. Maybe have a small diamond here or there is fine. NO WORDS, no fancy designs that are especially attention-grabbing. I'm attention-grabbing enough already.

13. Bookmarks
..Don't do that, please. Cheng Hung is already doing a series of that, or so he said. No repetition of presents! :D

Hmm. And DON'T WRAP presents with nice paper. Just use newspaper. :D I won't feel so bad about not having space to keep your stuff then.

"CAN GET"

1. A really nice goodie bag!
Lots of sweets and food! Make sure they're brands that I recognise. BUT. No fruit plus. I don't fancy strawberry or grape things and chocolates and biscuits in my goodie bag. No lollipops, no sugar-coated gummies. I've been wanting the gummy thinggy! The one that we always like to bite the steggy's head off. BUT, I don't want dinosaurs. I want the worms one. Don't ONLY buy that leh. Pool together money and get me a goodie bag or something. *lol* The container/bag that the goodies are in should be chapalang and your heart and mine won't ache to see it being thrown away.

2. A beret.
I've been wanting to get this for MORE THAN A YEAR. But I always thought it was very expensive.. Cause the only one I like is the one from Bugis Junction. It's on the first level, and I'm not sure of the shop's name, but if I'm not wrong, its right next to an exit of the building. IF I'M NOT WRONG. They sell bags and all there too.. And the colour of the beret. I could never decide which colour to get, cause I suit the pink ones, but I have LOTS of black clothes, if you all haven't noticed. Blue is oooookay. A very nudish brown/beige is the one that best suits me, but it probably would NEVER match my clothes.. Or would it? Consider this one carefully.. PLEASE pool together money if you choose this. It's close to $30 if I'm not wrong. Maybe more. Don't really remember, hee.

3. A 2GB thumbdrive.
Hee hee, I think mine is very ugly. Get the very standard one for me also can! The imation one, I think. It's the one that comes in 1GB also. Pool together money, please.

4. Black fish-net stockings.
The name says it all. :D I won't use it much, but I've always wanted a pair that fit me properly. Take the smaller size (S, most probably), and the one with smaller diamond holes.

5. ..A handphone sock or something. *lol* I lost mine.
I can always survive without one, of course. It's much easier anyways. I just had to come up with one more thing cause 4 things on a wishlist sounds pathetic.

6. Brands essence of chicken.
If you want to buy, again, POOL TOGETHER MONEY to get it. And don't go and waste your money and buy it for $17 or something. Ask Cai Xiang where to get it.

7. Cocoa butter
The press bottle ah! Must be a BOTTLE. ONLY the one that's for pregnant women and stretch marks. I've got freaking a lot of stretch marks, and I've wanted to get this for more than a year. Hopefully it works. You can find it at guardian, probably watsons. Don't know, ask cx (or ros?). I think cx should be able to remember.

8. DEODORANT!
Hee hee, I like the one that sonia uses (used?). This one, ask wyn and sonia. They SHOULD know which one. NO, its not the PINK adidas one. Eurgh. I think its a peachy colour. It smells really fruity. I heard its quite ex, so share share, split the cost! But don't think I really want this, okay? I DON'T MIND having it, but I don't use deo, if you all haven't noticed.

9. Nice-smelling hair moisturisers.
Only the ones from body shop. You know the kind that you have to burst so the moisturiser comes out, and then you rub it all over your hair?

10. Eye drops
Eye drops! Either the very proper contacts one, or just eye mo will do. :D

11. Nothing.
Hee hee, I got no ideas anymore. :D And really, its PERFECTLY okay if you don't get me anything. I know I seem presumptuous by putting what I want here, but it really doesn't matter if you don't get me anything. I've wanted some of these things here for quite a while, but it doesn't matter if I don't get them. I may just get over my want sometime. Best is ang pao lah. :P Put all the money together so I won't know how much each person gave.

I will update this page if anything else comes to mind, and "UPDATE" will be typed at the top of the page. Extra ideas/words will be put in the same colour that "UPDATE" is in.
e.g. UPDATE!!!
(This means that all updates will be put in yellow)

(Last update: 25th October 2007, 8.30pm)

2007-10-19T15:20:00.000+08:00

Hee hee, haven't updated in ages. The stuff I have on the computer is SO distracting.

Anyways, yeah. Last saturday turned out quite fine. My man's parents brought the family and I to some dim sum restaurant at.. some tower place. It's REALLY close to Vivo City, that's all I can say.

Got my results back. The main point is that I'm getting promoted!

Happy happy.

And then I look at some of my friends who're not going to be promoted, and I really don't know what to say to them.

So I don't say anything.

Some of you may have remembered me wishing for some people to be retained.

Now I don't. It's so saddening.. I mean, all the sadness its causing, knowing that you didn't make it after studying (hard or not, who cares. I'm sure they studied, at least a little)..

I don't like it.

Anyways. Yeah. Been busying myself with playing Pokemon Emerald. It's really different from the other versions, okay.

Monday, Miss Norzian gave us each an "I (heart) A06!" (is there the exclamation mark?) badge! SO SWEET RIGHT!? Thanks Miss Norzian!

Then when I was in the library doing last minute compilation for PW WR yesterday, Aunty Kenny came up to my group member (honestly, I don't remember WHO he was talking to.. My eyes were on the monitor) and asked about the badges. Then he made a comment.

"A06, can you get any lamer than that?"

HAHAHA!

Oh, and I thought that the frenzy that was caused when the WR had to be submitted was really interesting. I thought it quite fun that my group hadn't handed in something so important by the deadline. I mean, the running around, the absolute focus, the reckless decisions that cannot be regretted. FUN! It's the first time I was so anxious about handing in work in TPJC before.

Then later.. I went to D block to get bags and all, then walked around with the school's laptop. Then went to the library with Eleanor to return it. Then Mrs Lee walks into the library and I said "Hi Mrs Lee!"

And she looked at my hair, and she said something along the lines of "I like your hair like that. I don't like it tied up."

I was pretty amazed, and so I said "Isn't it against the school rules?"

And she said "Hmm, ya.. Trim it a bit.. But its difficult to maintain.."

To which I replied "Hmm, ya, I know."

Then we parted.

On the way down the stairs, I saw Fahmi at a table, and he looked at me (and my hair, I guess), and remarked "Gisella! You look so.. sweet."

And I smiled widely and said "I know!"

And he was like "What the hell.."

I bet you he was thinking "I take that back.."

Last night, Jerine msged me and went something like "hey babe... one question. Strawberry, chocolate or peanut butter?"

And I was wondering if she was gonna give me something. Oh well, I didn't know what. I told myself not to be too hopeful and maybe she's just trying to decide on something for herself.

I told her that it'd be chocolate if its a muffin thing, strawberry if its a jammish spread, and peanut butter if the whole thing is peanut butter.. Like peanut butter cookies or something.

Anyways, this morning, I WOKE UP LATE!

I usually wake up at 6am. Jerine's message (that asked me if I was coming to school and she brought breakfast for me) at 6.50am woke me up! Phew!:P

I was wondering WHY it was so bright. Then I was like "oh poop, I didn't set the alarm." I was gonna reply to Jerine's message, but I couldn't type properly, so I decided to hurry up and wash up and change for school.

While I was changing, I called cx and asked for a lift to school. She agreed (yay!).

Then about 30 seconds after that, Jerine called and I told her I was gonna be in school.

So we met at the canteen and Jerine gave me a doughnut! You know, the white, heart-shaped one with strawberry jam inside!? Yeah, that one!

So sweet. I ate it, and I didn't know that the white wasn't icing! I thought it was just very thick, creamy icing. I can't stand too much icing, but it tasted good. Jerine told me it was white chocolate, and I was like "WHOA.". *lol* Oh well. Thanks Jerine!

Anyways, so it was my first time feeling frenzied like that for PW and my first time ALMOST being late for school! WOW!!!

I also got nothing much to say. I'm still debating on whether to go to Miss Norzian's place this Sunday. See first. :)

2007-10-12T18:10:00.000+08:00

It's my period talking.

WHO CARES!? I want to rant. So I shall.

The past two days have been utterly CRAP, and I thought it would be okay yesterday.

First, no one listens to me when I ask "Who's gonna go out?".

Okay, never mind.

Then we take SO long to leave. Okay, never mind. At least there was the cool breeze.

THEN, no one bothers to accompany to esplanade library. I asked for one. But got no one. Fine fine, it's about time I learnt independence.

THEN, my friend doesn't answer his phone while I'm walking to esplanade library, and didn't reply my message while I was in HMV. Then when I just reached the outside of esplanade library, he calls me and the first thing he says is "Oh my gosh, you REALLY went to esplanade library!?" like I was DAMN dumb to believe him. When he didn't even lie and DID intend to go to the library but had some last minute council thing to go to, but forgot all about me. And he didn't apologise. He just gave the awkward laugh. AND, he doesn't try to make up for it by giving the dvd to me free. When I proposed the idea, he just went "Nice try, hon". Please lah, even Chin Ho bothers apologising, even though its a rather sheepish, uncertain apology.

THEN, we don't have lunch until what, FOUR o'clock? The paper ended at ONE.

THEN. I expected my man to come and drop by city hall on the way home so we can go back together, but NO. He didn't take the hint that I wanted him to come over (I don't understand, you know. I say that I don't know my way around well, and I don't like going all the way from town to his place alone, and he DIDN'T get the hint. Why hint? Because we always have tyo pretend that we're nice people, that's why.). Worse still, he asked his friends to leave school earlier with him so they can cab home together. So now he owes his friends. And so he got really annoyed and asked "So what you want me to do now?". Of course, he couldn't let down his friends, so I told him to go with his friends, especially since they left school FOR him.

So later when I go to my man's place, I just stone and refuse to speak to him. I also don't know what to do. You want me to be happy, also cannot. I've been given too much crap for the day. You want me to just forgive him, also cannot. The worst thing is, he didn't do anything wrong, and the others didn't do anything wrong, so I had NO right to be upset.

My lao gong FORGOT, my man DIDN'T TAKE THE HINT, the outing group HAD TO WAIT FOR EVERYONE, the outing group could do more with one person and ONE MORE PERSON COULD EAT if one person didn't take me to esplanade library.

But we made up in the end and yesterday the day ended off pretty well. I had dinner at my man's place and his parents were being especially nice. You know what's weird? Whenever they have visitors, the visitor won't get normal water. It's a CONFIRM. I'm still considered a visitor. And the thing is, the maid seemed to know this, cause his parents didn't tell her to give me lime juice specially.

Today I had to wake up early and go to school for a meeting thing with my friend, Nicole, for prom matters. Just the two of us. So I woke up at 8, and the meeting was at 9. I had to walk ALL AROUND school. I hate it when they do that. They could always put security guards or staff members at the side gate so we can get in. I will complain. One day.

So I come to school for ONE hour, and then we're done. And we hardly did anything. AND I had to walk round the school TWICE. Oh well, at least there were loads of people in school, especially in the council room, so I was pretty happy with that.

But of course, I felt all bad about myself because I wondered why no one asked me out. At least when I mentioned that to Nicole, she asked me to go out with the councillors, cause she thinks they're going out today.

It's so weird. I always thought I was in SOME clique, if not, usually included in outings.. But I suppose I haven't made enough of an impact on people during exam period, so I'm easily forgotten. Oh, a taste of my own medicine? I haven't even given mine yet. I'll only give mine after we graduate or something. And even then, I don't think that's possible, cause I'll stick to the most recent friends until I find new ones. The last-minute "Oh, you can come along if you want" DOESN'T help. Perhaps you had a reason for not inviting me, oh well. I'm not talking about ONLY today, or ONLY one person.

Okay, so I get home and use the computer and wait for my maid to come back with my mum from the hospital, cause my mum went for a checkup. I get home at 10 or so, and start using the comp. And my maid and my mum take AGES to come home.

And when they come home, my mum told me she bought a skirt. Okay, quite nice. Then I walk to the kitchen and see that they bought Burger King for lunch. And I didn't get any. They just dumped 1/3 a pack of fries on me. I suppose they didn't get any lunch for me cause they might have thought I was gonna come home late. See? Not their fault. I can't blame them.

So my maid comes in and asks if I have had lunch, and I say no, and she doesn't do anything about it. So till now, all I've eaten is a piece of bread, and a slice of cake, and drank a cup of bubble tea.

Halfway through the day, I realise I get my period, and its quite good cause I didn't stain anything at all. I just peed, and when I wiped off, there was blood.

So yeah. I was quite happy with that.

Then there was a heavy rain, which didn't make my house feel any cooler, for some odd reason. Then thunder started booming. I like thunder. But this one was particularly unsettling. I decided to step away from the computer. So I decided to sleep, cause I didn't really have much to do and I was too lazy to read.

I nap for about slightly less than an hour, and then I get awoken by my handphone vibrating repeatedly. I don't care to see who it is, and just pick up the phone. Oh, its Roslyn. Yay, a friend called (my friends don't call. I don't know why. Not that I want to talk to them anyways, I think yakking on the phone is quite silly now. I used to like it, though.).

She asked me to go to school to help her get her PW. Oh, I suppose I'm the most likely candidate, since I live in Pasir Ris. I was going to be mean and refer her to cx instead, but I realise that cx is out singing with her secondary school mates. Then there's the backward and forward thinggy, and I realise I'm being very selfish, but I really didn't want to.

And then Roslyn makes it sound so bad, and that she supposes she can cab down to school. And I finally gave in. So I get up from my rudely interrupted sleep in bed, and change to go to school.

I get to school and realise there's no one there, then I think it through, and I can't blame Roslyn for this, since:
1. I made this choice myself
2. She must have had her reasons for informing me so late.

But on second thought, reason 2 isn't a reason. Unless she took millions of hours to ask people (HER GROUP MATES, who are, hmm, probably also NOT free) to get to school and get it for her, then I cannot blame her. Also, if she "forgot", I also cannot blame her. I won't ask her why when I see her later, I'd probably get more annoyed. And I cry very very easily nowadays. I think I'll tell her to not speak to me and just take it and go. If she comes to my doorstep, I'll just tell my maid to pass it to her.

What, her teacher told her last minute? Tell the teacher to extend the WR dates! The teacher doesn't have ANY right to make a student come all the way back on a school holiday to COLLECT something, which was given on SUCH LATE NOTICE.

Yes, I do wonder why she couldn't have asked her other group members, but again, as mentioned above, I suppose they must have been out with their friends. See? I can't blame them again.

And then I realise I'm getting very annoyed at not being asked out again. So I decide to find purpose, or rather, something to do in my life. I decide to sign up for giving tuition. And then I fill up the form, and I find that they need a picture. And then I look through my pictures and they're ALL very unsuitable. So I try to take a picture then. Oh great. Camera battery flat.

So I just leave that out first, and I go to my mum's room to tell her that I want to give tuition. Then she tells me I don't have enough time and all, and that my studies aren't very steady, but (in the very annoyed tone) if you want, then go lor. I tell her that its after promos already, but she says that if I fail, I have to study again what. Oh, how nice, tell me that I can't go and earn money if I want even though its AFTER promos, and that IF I fail (they told me NEVER to think that I will fail, and what happens if I fail), I still have to have time to study. Just ONCE a week. I want just ONCE a week.

I get ticked off, and so I just go back and decide not to do it anymore. But the window is still open. I'm leaving it there just in case I decide on giving tuition again.

Then my aunt calls, and I pick up the cordless phone, right beside me. I turn it on, but my phone's screwy again, and I can't hear anything on the other side. So I hang up after saying "Hello?".

Then my aunt calls again, and by the I've already whacked the phone till it worked, so when I picked up the phone, she asked who I was, and in the very annoyed tone "ni zhuo mo?" (equivalent to "What's your problem?" or "What did you do that for?" in a very rude way.). So I told her and she was okay already. But I was nevertheless annoyed already, so I STOOD UP (girls with their periods don't like standing up after sitting down much), walked all the way out of the room to hand my mum the phone. I held out the phone, and my mum just frowned in the very very annoyed manner and just stared at the phone. She said "What?". And I said "Phone call lah.". And she said "Who?" And I said "Ah Yee". Then she frowned and shook her head turning away. Just as I was about to say into the phone "Mummy bu xiang gen ni shuo hua." (Mummy doesn't feel like talking to you), my mum turned back and reached forward for the phone, then when she realised that I was lifting the phone to my ear, her hand retreated. I got annoyed even further and asked "You want or not?". Then I just dumped the phone on her.

See? Annoyance carries over a LOT of things.

And then my man ticks me off again because he says that he'll call me at 6, but AGAIN, he overshoots the time. He needs to learn to keep promises about time. If you say six, then let it be six. If you can't make it in time, message me about 15 minutes in advance and tell me so I won't have this stupid feeling of anticipation and expectation that you're gonna call and make everything oh-so-better. Not like you're good at it anyways. No, he doesn't read this. I can make him read it. Not that he'll read it tonight or tomorrow. He's got WORK.

My friend once asked me how patient I could get by waiting for my man to wake up in the morning. I didn't know. I just could. Now I can't. He works till so late, all for me. So he can earn money for me to spend. I told him that was some sort of warped logic that he needs to give me money. I said a relationship doesn't function on money. We went dutch for goodness-knows how long, even after the dating period (ours was ONE month), and then I ended up getting broke again, cause I always get broke.

Then he started making me take cabs so we can spend more time together, even for fifteen minutes. And he pays for these cab fares. And he says "I need to pay for your cab fares". And I tell him that I don't have to take a cab.

Here's what happens. EVERY Saturday morning, I wake up at around 6 so I can go to his place and he can sleep with me there cause he likes it (it's scientifically proven that males sleep better with their partners and that girls can't sleep well with their partners, or anyone in particular, I think). I don't. But I do that anyways, because why? Because I love him and the least I can do to make him happy is just go there early.

So I take a cab there. And he sleeps. And I sleep too, even though sometimes I'm just so awake. I sleep cause I have nothing else to do. I can't use his computer because the typing and all may disturb him. I can't read when others are around. I can't walk around the house randomly cause I'm not family, and its not my house. And every Saturday morning, an alarm is set for him. I wake up at the first alarm, maybe earlier. He sets another one "One hour more.. please.. can..?". I say okay. What else can I do? This doesn't happen more than once. Sometimes its an hour, sometimes half. Sometimes many many "fifteen minutes".

Am I getting annoyed for very stupid reasons? Maybe its just PMS.

Don't bother apologising. I can always go with my secondary school friends, or Preeti and that gang. I haven't seen them in a while.

Besides, I'd probably get over this in JUST a while.

And don't go gossiping about me and all that. You all KNOW I'm right. Besides, I know that even though I don't have a valid reason for feeling upset about getting loads of what I deem is crap nowadays doesn't mean I CAN'T be upset.

P.S.: Roslyn called and of course, we have to converse, and so I felt a lot better. I don't know what's wrong with me. And she apologised already. I won't erase what I typed earlier on, cause I spent quite a bit of time there. I still mean it. I feel a dull pain near my stomach.. Are those menstrual cramps?

2007-10-12T12:17:00.000+08:00

Hmm, the maths test on.. Goodness-knows-when.. Tuesday. Yes, tuesday. Was the best paper I had.

I always liked maths.

It was the first time I needed to shit during a paper, though.

I was at around question 4.. Then I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach (the shit kind).

I told myself to BEAR WITH IT! Cause it'll go away after a while.

Well, it didn't. I plunged on for a few more questions, then when I reached question 6(b), the pain was getting very very distracting.

Up into the air my hand went, with lightning-quick speed and agility!

I mouthed very exaggeratedly to the teacher while pointing in the direction of the toilet. "TOILET"

Well, I suppose she found me really funny. I ran out and squeezed everything out, then ran all the way back. I was so tempted to time myself and see how long I took to shit. But anyways, she smiled at me when I came back, so I suppose she thought it was funny the way I was so kan chiong (what language is that, btw?).

Rahh. Exams're over, but I don't feel anything.

2007-10-07T23:01:00.000+08:00

Is this my second post in a day? Yeah.

I just wanna talk about time.

I don't think I'll come up with a passing essay about time in this blog post, and I don't even know where the post is gonna go, but yeah.

While doing my econs exam, I kept looking at the clock.

I told myself "In minutes time, I'll be done with Econs for promos!"

Note that I didn't panic about whether I could finish it or not.

I don't know why I looked at the time. I just kept looking at the time. 40 minutes more till I'm done. 15 minutes more till I'm done.

And then I realised.. It's all time.

Time determines my life. To me, at least. Feel free to disagree with me, but don't debate with me. I'll get superly annoyed.

Well, I realised that I didn't really care what went on much during that time, especially if I dreaded it.. I just looked forward to that point in time when it all ended.

And then today, I was thinking (okay, I'm gonna admit that I'm a hopeless romantic and HORRIBLY idealistic.. So embarrassing.).. If Hung and I -do- last till marriage and till death.. What happens when he or I dies?

I thought about this while watching a show where this guy was dying (and for a stupid reason too.. He was trying to get something for his lover that he promised long before time) and on his deathbed, and his lover was there talking to him.

How do you talk to a dying person? What do you say to a dying person?

I know those two questions might hit a sore and very very soft spot, but I've never spoken to a dying person before.

I don't want to know.

If Hung was in bed dying, I wouldn't know what to say to him. Or would it be such that I have NOTHING to say to him? Or would it be that I don't have to say anything to him because I wouldn't finish and I'll end up more disappointed than before? Because there's just not enough TIME?

I need time to think of what to say to him.. Summarise all the points and clump it together so as to make full use of the time. I need time to say all that I have to. There's just not enough time.

And the worst part is, you don't even know HOW much time, so even if you summarise 100 points in 5 minutes, your beloved might just live 1 of those 5 minutes you needed.

Then, I thought. Maybe I don't want to even see him die. What it if were a sudden death? And I only got contacted and told that my husband was dead?

And then my mind went "Oh no no no".

That's WORSE. Why? You wouldn't even have a CHOICE of whether to tell him all that you need to before his death. Everything'll just stop. It'll all be left hanging. Bad.

2007-10-07T12:41:00.001+08:00

Hmm, some of you do not know that I have 4 cats and one dog. How do they survive together? Please, cats and dogs don't always hate each other.

Three of my cats are siblings, and there's one, a Maine Coon, which does not have any direct blood relation to the other three.

My cats and dog's names all start with 'M'.

Dog: Mambo
3 kitties: Mullet, Mackeral (We call her Mackie for short), Midnight.
One Maine Coon kitty: Marlin.

My sister and I decided to name our cats with fish names, though it didn't work for Midnight.

They're all really suitable, though.

Mullet's the name of a stupid fish, and Mullet really is quite stupid. He's the all brawns and no brains kind. Goodness knows how he manage to stuff himself in there, and I'd probably have to pull him out later, the fat cat. But he's my favourite.

Look at his fat thigh man. I swear, we don't have to stock up on canned food if a war comes.

Mackeral's the name of a sleek fish.. Suited her. No, I don't have a picture of her. No, I don't hate her. She's not the main point of this post.

Midnight.. Is a black cat. D'oh.

Sneaky little thing. He likes to play victim, but when we're not looking (or so he thinks) we see him attacking other cats.

Mambo, my doggie, is an English toy Cocker Spaniel. Toy just that he's just smaller sized as compared to the others. I'm quite sure he's English.

He's English but born in America. But then again, he could be American, but born in England. I don't remember. Doesn't he have a dumb look on his face?

I once had a cat, Bacon. But he fell out the window and died. So sad.

I thought this picture made him look like he was dead. *lol* Well, now he is. Eh, I was TERRIBLE upset, okay.

This was the picture I had of him as my phone's background, as many of you must have known before I changed my phone this year. I refused to change the background ever since he died, because I felt it wasn't right. I even wanted to change my new phone's background to this picture. But I decided to move on.

A Maine Coon is a cat that can grow up to a metre long, I'm not even sure whether that includes the tail or not. My sister's cat is proving otherwise. I once saw my sister's friend's cat.

His name is Jaffa. UBER cute.

RIGHT!?

Now THIS, is our home's Maine Coon. They'rea really expensive, and I don't remember how much, but its betetr to order from overseas like Australia because its cheaper and they vaccine them before they arrive in Singapore. Shiok?

That's him on what is really HIS chair now. He grew to big for it, but he still stuffs himself there anyways. I never thought he was SUPER cute when I first saw him, and that he looks slightly different from other cats because his face is really angular, but I guess you learn to find the good things in him after a long while. He's suepr cute now. And he's really really BIG! And he's not even fully grown yet. He's a KITTEN.

Enlightening post? Maybe.

2007-10-06T22:29:00.000+08:00

I find it quite interesting that I thought my sister just didn't come home on Thursday night, and that she went out clubbing on Friday night, but thought it was very odd when I woke up on Saturday morning and found that she wasn't in bed.

So I asked my maid. She told me my sister was on holiday and that she'd be back on Monday.

*lol* ..I didn't know that. She should've told me.

WOW! Steph is SO SWEET okay!

I checked my tpjc.net online message and..

Hey Gissy~Even though I didn't speak to you much today (yesterday by now), you seemed a little down. Anyways since you always seem to be quite amused by the songs I listen to, I compiled a list of funny ones to cheer you up!~

My New Philosophy - Kristin Chenowethhttp://youtube.com/watch?v=QA5Od2AXqvI

Everyone's A Little Bit Racist - Avenue Qhttp://youtube.com/watch?v=KbOeN44crUU&mode=related&search=

The More You Ruv Someone - Avenue Qhttp://youtube.com/watch?v=8t0s-PjDwtQ (start watching at abt 1.20)

It Sucks To Be Me - Avenue Qhttp://youtube.com/watch?v=Uvo8duvrwY8&mode=related&search=

There's Always A Woman - Anyone Can Whistlehttp://youtube.com/watch?v=3KQOzeMYyFY (lyrics are super funny:http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/anyonecanwhistle/theresalwaysawoman.htm)

Dr. Cox's Rant - Scrubshttp://youtube.com/watch?v=UUDmvhcZNrA

Everything Comes Down To Poo - Scrubshttp://youtube.com/watch?v=jsVgi8hoFFc&mode=related&search=

Guy Love - Scrubshttp://youtube.com/watch?v=lL4L4Uv5rf0

One - Three Dog Nighthttp://youtube.com/watch?v=8MJX9GYJ-BE
(somebody did some silly apple video with the song)

Try to take it easy~ The worst papers are over already! :)
Love, Steph

2007-10-05T21:23:00.000+08:00

I wanted to blog this for really long, but yeah, never got around to doing it.

This really got me very very upset.

TIME September 24, 2007: Briefing - Milestones

DIED - Those familiar with the cognitive skills of African gray parrot Alex will never again use birdbrain as an insult. With help from researcher Irene Pepperberg, Alex learned to communicate, fueling debate of other species' ability to learn human language. He knew 100 words and could count, express frustration and differentiate among some colors, shapes and textures. His last words to Pepperberg: "You be good. See you tomorrow. I love you." He was 31.

SO SAD RIGHT!?

I know.

I just realised my new hairstyle makes me look very liannish. I shall cut it short short short when it grows longer. I think.

2007-10-04T21:31:00.000+08:00

Ever since I learnt about Emotion Memory, I decided to take note of how I felt here and there so I can recall such emotions with absolute clarity.

I memorised how I felt when I got my haircut. It was prickly. Horribly itchy to the face. And you know how most of us like to push the fallen hair off from inside the cloth thinggy they put around you?

Hmm.

Well, I'm having my first nervous breakdown due to studies.

I had ONE nervous breakdown before a drama performance before because it was the gala night and my voice turned screwy. And horrid horrid Berlyn just looked at me like "Stop crying lah, you're annoying me"

Back to the topic.

I'm going to remember how it feels like.

I'm going to record it.

I feel like everything is all clumped up in my head.

I just need someone there to listen to me.

I asked Hung to call me, but he took ages to reply, and in the end, my daddy came into the room and sat there, asking me random questions. So he couldn't call anymore and I told him forget it since I was losing my personal space.

I messaged Jerine, hoping that she would reply, because apparently she broke down yesterday. She didn't. My dad went on asking his questions.

"Don't know how to study ah?"

I kept quiet.

"Boyfriend ah?"

I said "No lah!"

Silence.

Before my dad forced his presence on me, my parents both noticed that I was having a breakdown. My mum's question didn't help much.

"FAIL AH!?"

.."ni bu yao guan wo" ("Don't bother me" in Chinese).

I just kept repeating that.

"ni bu yao guan wo".

My mucus was getting annoying. You know how you always expect the pieces of tissue you took to be enough, but they never are?

Then you keep blowing your nose until its rubbed raw?

Hmm. And then I manage to find people to chat with.

Chatting with Mel and my ex. Yes, my ex. Turns out he really is quite nice.

Don't ask.

But anyways, yeah. Mel and I figured that everything's all predetermined anyways and life is meaningless, so WHO CARES!?

Yeah. And Mel said that it was odd the way even the conversation we were having was all planned out..

gissy. says:
You were meant to be here for me.. Mel..

My eyes are puffy and I'm upset that tomorrow I'll have puffy eyes.

Looking on the bright side, I realise that since my parents know that I was THAT stressed, they'll think I was studying really hard. If I retain, oh well. I won't feel TOO bad anymore, cause they won't blame me too badly.

Anyways, I -do- have a chance of passing Lit.

Oh, about the crying.. You know what it feels like? It feels like the kind of tears that I can HOLD BACK. I can. But it just feels so much better to let it all out. I decided to. I feel.. alright now.

As long as I don't think about crying, I won't.

I'm not done waterworks-ing yet, but its sufficient for now.

PMS and this is NOT a good combination.

2007-10-04T11:46:00.000+08:00

Woke up at around 9.15am.

Went to MacDonald's.

Used the beloved coupon.

Bought a Bagel meal and got a sausage McMuffin free. :D

Didn't take a picture of the bagel. Too lazy.

Forgot to take a picture BEFORE I started eating the hash brown. Oh well.

My Sausage McMuffin was specially ordered! Extra cheese. It's a plus 30 cents. It works for McDelivery too. No, you don't pay 30 cents less for asking them to take stuff out.

Lookie! Lots of cheese!

Happy eating! :D

2007-10-03T18:19:00.000+08:00

*hums* TSD paper over.

While doing the paper, I decided to write down the random thoughts I had.

But I wrote them all on the question paper, and the question paper was collected for fear that we will not bring it to the lesson where we will go through the answer scheme.

Oh well. I planned to blog them out. Now I can't.

But cx said I seem to remember quite a bit. I'll try some.

Here, I'll put them in rainbow colours too!

My hair smells nice.
Should I ask my sister what bubble tea she wants later? Should I ask my mum then? Nah.
Oh my gosh, did she just step on her IC!? (referring to Yagnya)
Did I just hear a stapler? Is she stapling her work together!? Hmm. Good idea.
Hee... I figured I could talk during the paper. (I didn't. I just helped Yagnya pick her pen up.)
Uhh... (yes, I did think that)
Great, my black pen had to die on me(I THINK I wrote that..)

*hums* You know, I was thinking of the PERFECT example of a very annoying quarrel, just to save pride. I had the starting in my head, but I'm gonna try to continue it.

All boys don't like to lose.
Duh... Who likes to lose!?
Me?
Whatever, you're a weirdo.
Better than you, assuming that people don't like losing all the time.
And you? Siao right? Like to lose. Who likes to lose besides YOU? Extra.
Can you stop being so childish?
Who's the childish one, saying that you like to lose just because you want to get back at me?
Who says?
I say.
Don't anyhow assume things okay.
Oh, ya, now I make assumptions.
Ya, you do!
Whatever.
Nothing to say right? Loser.
Is that a bad thing? I thought -someone- said she likes to lose?
I don't like to lose ALL the time. I'm just saying that sometimes its good to lose.
You didn't say that just now.
Yes I did.
No you didn't.
Don't blame your bad memory on my not saying that I meant it that way.
You didn't say it. I remember VERY clearly.
Like I said, maybe you just don't remember.
Okay, fine. So what if I don't remember? Why is it good to lose, tell me?
Because sometimes you learn things from the experience.
Like what?
Just things lah!
What kind of things?
Just THINGS.
You don't know. See? DUMB.
Who says! You just won't understand.

Gosh, I'm getting myself annoyed. *lol*

2007-10-02T15:20:00.000+08:00

Whee, went for TSD yesterday. I really don't have much to say, except that I've got loads of pictures, and that it really is quite sad that Miss Norzian said that only 3-5 people in TSD can act.

DANG! What if I'm not one of them?

I hope I don't sound like I'm boasting, but I always had the impression I had quite a bit of stage presence. If I'm not one of the 3-5, where has my FOUR years of being in Drama gone to!?

*sad*

Here're pictures from yesterday, before the lesson.

Jacq was having fun with my cam and figured it was pretty interesting to take parts of people's bodies. Unfortunately, I was her guinea pig.

My shoes.

My legs.

Etc, etc.

..Etc.

Yagnya and Bhavna and their secret love affair.

A blurry picture of Jacq. She moved.

Me camwhoring.

Went to my man's place after TSD and ordered in KFC!

The many packets of sauces!

The food.

Popcorn Chicken!

The place on which we put all the sauces!

They didn't allow me to enter school today.

Just because I wasn't wearing school uniform. There must at LEAST be school skirt/pants on and a school shirt. OH, and slippers are not allowed.

SUDDENLY. It wasn't like that before. I mentioned that to the security guard and he said that it's always been like that.

WELL, then be nice and explain HOW my friend got in after the side gates were closed when she was wearing JEANS and school house shirt?

Bullshit. Yes, coming from a councillor. They should have informed the students AGAIN earlier.

Anyways, yeah. I got my Godot book back from Jacq, who was infinitely (maybe) pissed that the lady photocopied from ROSLYN'S copy instead of mine. And Roslyn's one had markings.

Anyways, yeah. I got really upset, so I went to get Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

Pictures:

Lookie, you can see the chocolate swirls!

It's not clear, but that's the chocolate dinosaurs you can find in Fossil Fuel.

Blurry again, but you can see the brown fudge, yes?

If you look carefully, you can see it says "new!" on the cover. :D

Okay, I'm done.
Looks yummy, no?

2007-10-01T19:09:00.000+08:00

Sorry I can't colour the words, I usually can, but I can't find the thinggy on blogger. Just another msn convo with Mel.

Is Bhavna here again?

gissy. says:
*innocent*

gissy. says:
I swear I read them!

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
HAHHA

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
yesss we all do!

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
*innocent eyes*

gissy. says:
...I love it when you do that.

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
gissy..

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
dont.

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
it's...hard..to..say...goodbye...

gissy. says:
But why, mel? Why? Why give me up?

gissy. says:
What do I not have?

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
it's just

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
i dont think i can take loving someone so much

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
it's PAINFUL

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
it's TORTURE.

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
i dont think i could bear it.

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
so..so..i have to settle for less.

gissy. says:
Who is it!?

gissy. says:
Tell me, before I kill myself!

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
DON'T!

melissaloveschawanmushi i like wearing my glasses because it makes me think i've been studying hard says:
just know that..he isnt better than you

gissy. says:
...Really?

melissaloveschawanmushi deus ex machina says:
yes gissy

melissaloveschawanmushi deus ex machina says:
why would i lie?

2007-09-30T18:29:00.001+08:00

The fringe is a little shorter, ya? Hee, was camwhoring today.

>

What's with me and biting the lip!?

*lol* Gasp! No gissy!

Yay or nae?

Tried to tie my hair so I could take pictures and my rubber band broke. Goodbye, brown rubber band.

Hair down..

Now I need to figure out how to style my hair for school. *lol* Maybe I should buy Gatsby MOVING RUBBER! It smells REAL nice.

2007-09-28T20:34:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I look at others and I wonder "Would I have been like that if this didn't happen?"

I sent him an email today. It's been, what, slightly over three years?

He actually replied. Yeah, I've seen him around on msn. I just never got around to starting any form of a conversation.

I was too.. scared? Ashamed of myself? Uncertain? Was I filled with hatred? Uncertain hatred? Uncertain nonchalance now since it's been so long?

I don't know.

Hey, that's it. I just didn't know.

What to say. I couldn't do anything.

What if I was right? What if I was wrong?

Apparently he hasn't really moved on. I mean, he's tried, I suppose, but to no avail.

Which just makes me feel oh-so-much-worse.

Was playing fk today. Oddly, DEJA VU. Same thing happened on fk. Odd, huh?

No, honestly, this post is more for myself than anyone else, so don't bother asking me "Who is HE?" or "What is fk?". I don't like explaining such things.

Such remorse, such remorse. He hasn't moved on. They're just not his kind.

I haven't told him about him yet.

I didn't want to. Not yet, at least.

And I don't know what to say. All I can say is "sorry". And "I'm so sorry.". And "I'm truly sorry.". And "I sincerely apologise.".

Why? Because I learnt that I was wrong. What would it be like if the last thing didn't happen? Would I be happier?

I don't know. Probably.

Approval? No, I don't think so. Asian culture, perhaps.

To think I just played a character that was so intent on breaking free from convention.

2007-09-28T14:58:00.000+08:00

Just thought I'd post the lyrics of a song that I really really like. It's a Catholic hymn, and I only remember the first part. But it has a really nice haunting tune to it. If you want, I can sing it to you. :D

Here in this place
A new light is streaming
Now is the darkness vanished away
See in this space
Our fears and our dreamings
Brought here to You in the light of this day

Gather us in
the lost and forsaken
Gather us in
The blind and the lame
Come to us now and we shall awaken
We shall arise at the sound of Your name.

Convents rock.

2007-09-26T21:51:00.000+08:00

Mel was right. Aunty Kenny IS being weird nowadays.

While cleaning the whiteboard before lecture...

(Aunty Kenny holds onto the magnetic duster and rubs the stuff off the board).

Aunty Kenny: Hmm, this has a massaging effect.

(Then he proceeded to make mmm mmm sounds.)

Whee! TSD practicals are OVER! Now its time to study econs! WHOO!

I sure hope I'll not retain. The chances are getting low. I'm 70% sure I won't retain.

Yesterday I finally heard the song "Where do you go to my lovely" by Peter Sarstedt.

I realised its not easy to even find the lyrics online. Hilarious. One particular verse that stood out to me and that wasn't part of the lyrics page I found..

You're in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting
You live on a glittering stage

...Whatever lor. Apparently it annoys the hell out of Roslyn. I think the tune, as Cai Xiang puts it "grows on you".

WHOO!

Can't wait for study break! Do you all think I'll study? I sure hope I will!

If I don't, its all predetermined. I couldn't help it.

Did something really cute during TSD today. I'm too lazy to take a picture of it. So I'll just do a "paint" version of it.

2007-09-23T19:54:00.001+08:00

So.. It's just a few days to our TSD practical exam.

Aren't we all EXCITED!

2007-09-21T21:55:00.000+08:00

Whoo! Camwhored after TSD on Tuesday. I did some extra stuff to the photos, but blogger takes AGES to upload them, so forget it.

How interesting. I stayed up till 1am the previous night to do my TSD critical commentary.

SO TIRED. I was SO TIRED today.

During Literature, we were analysing some poem and I made a lot of funny comments. One even commented on my peculiar behaviour: "Are you drunk?". I found it horribly amusing.

Yes, I know quite a few of you know WHO said that, but if I did that, I'd probably end up getting sued or something for MENTIONING someone's name. Must be careful with the internet.

Anyways, ya. I've been a little weirder than usual these few days, or so I think. I borrowed a chic flic (spelt right, right?) book from my school library. I find it sad that JC life seems to strip you of your time.

WHEE! So fun.

Went to Hung's place to get a pair of trousers that I can use as part of my costume for tsd (it's coming along REALLY well, btw, in my opinion, at least). Got a lift home by my man's mum. She drove me in the topless car (how scandalous!). It's topless only when you want it to be, btw.

Well, she made it topless.

Drove from Tanah Merah to Katong to pick Hung's sis up, then went along the ECP back to Pasir Ris. Didn't know which exit. Got lost. Ended up at Changi Airport. Why am I typing like this?

Me tired.

So, my point is. I sat in the back seat. Hair kept whipping against my face because of the wind.

Car going at high speed + extra natural wind = VERY messy hair which my maid described as "siao" and a very very numb face

Anyways, I've been having these stupid breathing difficulties for WEEKS. It's like.. when you start thinking about yourself breathing, it just makes me think that I'm not getting enough air. I take bigger breaths. My body seems to not be able to accomodate as much air as I would like to have. That's why I've been breathing really oddly nowadays, if you haven't noticed.

My man says its very psychological. I dunno. I hope to get rid of it soon. Either its asthma, or I need a psychaitrist. How annoying. Maybe I've forgotten how to pant naturally. Though Pace Creagan would do it just awesome.

2007-09-18T20:23:00.000+08:00

Hmm, things starting to get back on track. I'm starting to feel more hardworking than most times. But of course, I'm not at my best.

Hmm. Been a bit stressed here and there, but no prob, I can take it. It just takes me about an hour or so maximum to get over the stress.

One thing I wonder.. Why am I so unreasonable, and why do I not want to NOT be reasonable?

Isn't it odd?

Put simply, I want to be unreasonable. I don't intend to change that part about myself.

It's horrible, isn't it?

I don't even want to share knowledge sometimes.

Isn't that horrible?

E.g. I don't want the juniors next year to know that we can borrow stuff from the library for tsd.

Isn't that horrible?

Hmm.

So great. I'm selfish and unreasonable.

About being unreasonable, it's not that I think its a positive quality. I just don't like the idea of giving it up. It's too difficult. Maybe because I know I will be wrong on far too many occasions if I'm reasonable all the time. I'll lose too much. I don't like losing.

But of course, I'm sure darling Cai Xiang will beg to differ. I'm not an angel, hon.

Oh, btw. How many of you REALLY think I'm a bimbo? *lol* I mean, how many of you believe I'm really as dumb as I act? Do you all even know I'm acting.

I like the fact that people know I -am- acting. Jerine and Siti were commenting on that this morning. WOOT!

What's woot anyways?

It's like a whoo-hoo, ya?

WOOT!

2007-09-16T16:41:00.000+08:00

Some things to do when you're bored:

1. Go to wikipedia and edit a sentence/grammatical/spelling mistakes. If not, make them.
2. Or.. you can try this out at carrefour or something.

http://forum.ebaumsworld.com/archive/index.php/t-31393.html

2007-09-14T20:57:00.000+08:00

I know its really brief and all, and you all MAY be dying to know what's going on, but I don't feel like telling you all.

I'm not okay again. Hmph.

All I can say is that bad things come in tsunamis.

2007-09-13T19:20:00.000+08:00

Hmm. I'm okay already. What a short post.

2007-09-12T18:36:00.000+08:00

What to say?

I ask myself what love is.

I ask myself why I don't know the answer.

I ask myself if I am the best in anything at all.

I ask myself why I am so competitive.

I ask myself why I don't care when I lose.

I ask myself if its because its over.

I ask myself why I really, truly believe that I don't care if I didn't do well.

I ask myself why I suddenly care after not caring.

I ask myself if he has anything to do with it.

I ask myself: Studies or him, or studies and him?

I'll try the latter before the former.

It never used to be like that. I did so well for my O levels. And I met him lots.

No, we're not fighting. No, we're not quarrelling. No, I'm not losing the feeling. No, I'm not meeting him more than I used to. No, he doesn't read my blog often. No, I don't know why I dare to tell you all this. No, I don't know what my point is in telling you all this. No, I'm not sure if its because I need someone to listen, but I want to feel as though no one is listening.

I know its stress, people. If there's anything you do, DON'T be like me. I seem like I'm alright, but really, I'm not.

Relationships weren't made for kids like me.

2007-09-08T19:03:00.001+08:00

The most recent time magazine had me feeling very.. disturbed.

I was looking at it last night.. Around 10+ or 11pm..

A tired mind and a seemingly harmless picture do NOT go well together.

There was this particular picture. Wasn't very big.

The caption mentioned something along the lines of 18 Iraqi criminals being hanged.

The picture showed about two or three of them ALREADY hung.

I don't know why. The only words in my head were "Oh shit."

I don't know why.. again. I looked closer.

I don't know why I zoomed in to their necks.

I don't know why I bothered to find the connection between The Handmaid's Tale's hangings and this one. No, I didn't think THMT was a prophecy. I just was reminded of the hangings.

I don't know why their heads weren't covered.

I saw their necks.

They really looked broken.

Then I got that feeling again.

"Oh shit."

I couldn't help it, I started tearing..

I would've started crying real bad, but I forced myself not to because I didn't like puffy eyes and the explanation I would have had to give when people saw the puffy eyes.

And then, I prayed.

I don't pray much.

I wouldn't call myself a Christian.

Don't condemn me yet, I'm what many would call an agnostic.

But if there's a god I believe in, it's the Christian god. That's for sure. Just that.. I don't believe in Jesus much. So I believe in God the Father. No, I'm not very pious, so please don't bug me to try and help until I ask for help.

Hmm. I just digressed.

Back to the point..

I just felt like.. "Oh God.. All this is so real.. Why didn't such pictures use to affect me before this? And they're just criminals. I wish there was an article to it."

And then it got me thinking:

"Do people really deserve the death sentence? I really wish there was an article, so that I can understand, and possibly ACCEPT why they died. If it was murder, yeah, okay. But the magazine didn't say 'murderers'. It said 'criminals'. Is breaking the law necessarily breaking a commandment?"

After a moment's thought, I figured it was so.

Honestly, I don't know WHAT was the point of that whole prayer. I just felt horrible.

Hmm.

I'm very very preoccupied with death today.

When I left the house this morning, it was going to rain.. Storm, perhaps. I walked faster, hoping the rain wouldn't fall on me.

When I got to Hung's place, lightning was flashing repeatedly.. The wind was blowing threateningly. I actually felt scared.

What if I get into a freak accident and get struck by lightning? To death?

Then later today I got a little emo. I actually felt a little suicidal. I mean, not crazy bitch kind of suicidal.

I just felt as though I wasted the week. I asked myself: What would I regret leaving behind if I do commit suicide?

First thought: Hung?

Surprisingly, I thought: Nah.

Then I just thought.. I'll regret not having performed my TSD piece before I died. It's my only sure-to-shine thing.

And then I thought: No time. Talme. *lol* Hmm, econs. Really, what if I retain?

Food for thought: What's the difference between "killing myself" and "committing suicide"?

P.S.: No, I'm not going to committ suicide. I'm too much of a coward to do so. But then again, am I too much of a brave person to continue living life?

Ah, the play with language.

2007-09-03T21:16:00.000+08:00

Hmm. I don't know..

But I THINK I've found my passion.

SO WEIRD RIGHT!

I really really like making videos!

I don't really have much inspiration, and I suck at being IN the videos, but I like to compile them!

I made a whole bunch of videos earlier during the June holidays this year.. And yeah!

Okay, fine.. I deleted them.. But I'm sure they're somewhere else.

Hmm. We'll see.

2007-09-02T17:59:00.000+08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VySwOGXows

Here you go. I did a video just for fun. It's my first time doing a proper video thinggy, but it was a last minute decision, so I didn't prepare for it much.

2007-09-02T16:37:00.000+08:00

Jerine and I were chatting on MSN. Then I started fantasising about having suitors, and how to egg them on just to boost my ego.

gissy. says:
I shall remain his fantasy for as long as I can.

fallacy says:
HAHAHAHAA

gissy. says:
Sway my hips a little more when I walk past him, give him dazzling smiles when I see him.

fallacy says:
DONT LEAD THE POOR GUY ON!

fallacy says:
hahahahahahaha

gissy. says:
Flap my shirt obscenely when I'm feeling warm to fan myself, but make sure he has a glimpse of what's inside..

gissy. says:
Hot.

fallacy says:
HAHAHAHA wear nice smelling bra and ask him where the smell is coming from!

gissy. says:
LOLLOLLOL!!!!

gissy. says:
HILARIOUS!

gissy. says:
This is so gonna make it to my blog.

gissy. says:
Let's come up with more!

fallacy says:
or ask him to smell then ask him to guess what smell that is...like what you did to us!

Note: I once wore a bra that really smelt really really nice.. Smelt of washing detergent, just stronger by about 100%.

2007-09-01T20:44:00.000+08:00

If you thought a couple couldn't break up on their one-year anniversary, you were wrong.

If you thought it was just an exaggeration or sensationalised drama, you were wrong.

It was our one-year anniversary today.

I called the whole thing off.

The flower he got me was pink, and a rose. I told him I never wanted a pink rose. Stick to red.

The flower he got me came only at around 3pm.

The flower he got me never left his house. I decided to "keep" it there with him.

He refused to be upset becuse he didn't really care about the flower.

He refused to let me pay for the Cream of Mushroom Campbell soup.

He made me dye his hair dark brown for him.

He made me contemplate dying his armpit hair for him.

Even after the breakup, and after I kicked him to the half of his bed that I gave him because he split assets with me, his legs still came into my half of the bed. How outrageous.

He refused to let me tickle his nipples.

He made me walk ALL the way from his place to Shop 'n' Save in the hot blazing sun, under the umbrella that I insisted on bringing cause it was scorching and I refused to be tanned.

It was just too much to take. I couldn't bring myself to be with him anymore.

I dumped him.

But the infuriating man.. He REFUSED to consent to the breakup, and so we're stuck together. How dumb.

2007-08-30T21:20:00.001+08:00

Yes, this is my second post in less than an hour.

Oh gosh, people.. there's SO much tension.

I can't take it anymore.

Call us emo, call ME emo. But I just wanna cry it all out.

This wasn't what I thought A06 would be.

You know what the worst part is?

My memory's really bad.

I can't go back to my old friends. I detach myself easily. Why? Because I move on.

I live in the present and future.

I put so much hope into A06. The PRESENT.

And now its all fucked up.

I gave my all. Don't ask me how. It's a subjective "feeling" thing.

Don't see it?

Look closer.

P.S.: I can't believe I'm crying right before teacher's day.

2007-08-30T20:43:00.001+08:00

I'm sick of people talking about how sweet Hung is to me.

Yes, I do realise WHO reads my blog.

Yes, a blog is MY place to rant.

Why? I can't rant to Hung because apparently HE'S involved.

I can't talk to my classmates because they'll always think he's super nice and I should "keep him".

They don't understand.

YOU ALL don't understand.

Fuck it, no one understands.

No worries. By the end of this post, you all WILL understand.

It's simply simple logic. If you all can't get it into your thick skulls how fucking annoying it is, then so be it.

It's disheartening. It's callous. It's selfish.

Why?

Never ONCE in my entire life have I heard someone say "Oh, that's so sweet of you.". Even if there was, I probably don't remember. Why? I have a bad memory. Or rather, I didn't feel it was sincere.

I haven't heard anyone say "Oh, wow, Hung, you're really lucky to have gotten her.". EVER.

I asked him before. He admitted that no one ever said that before.

Not that he doesn't feel lucky to have me.

But the point is. How is it fair that I can show him off, and he can't show ME off?

What do I have? Looks?

Yeah, that. Okay.

Uhh.. That's about it, Miss Huang. You don't really qualify.

That's FUCKING how I feel.

Fucked up.

Censorship?

Okay, SCREWED up. Happy?

Don't like the idea that I'm ranting on my blog?

Oh, you all know very well who you all are.

I feel incompetent, next to him. He says I'm loads smarter than him. I used to believe that. But look at what he's doing now. As. Bs. One C. Majority As.

How dumb do I feel?

Very.

I'm not even top ten in class. Hell, I'm probably bottom five.

Ooo, and if I'm lucky, rock bottom!

Why all this competitiveness?

Because I love you.

I love you all.

Hey, GOTCHA! *lol* Please lah. Like I'll "scold" you all on my blog like that.

Please. I'm more tactful.

AND... I'm not as shallow as you all think I am.

I'm very scheming and VERY two-faced.

Watch out, bitches. *complete with "hey bitches" hand action*

2007-08-19T19:09:00.001+08:00

Hmm. I noticed something.

When the second and third generation dies off, Singapore's remaining population may not speak dialects at all. At the most, it'll be 15% who will continue to speak dialects.

That's horrible.

We should make an effort to speak them, learn them while we can.

Not everyone of around my age nowadays can converse effectively in a dialect. We should learn.

And today, I was talking to my grandma.

She's really old.. Probably may not survive beyond, say, 5 years? I really don't know.

Sad, but ya. She asked me if I wanted a necklace.

Then I said no, cause I don't use them and they're such hassles.

Then she said that I could just put it on and leave it there, no committment attached.

I wanted to explain to her that it doesn't usually match my clothes, but didn't know how to say it in Cantonese, so I just kept quiet.

Then she went on by saying that all her grandchildren have one and she's not biased. And she said something along the lines of.. If she dies, I'll have something to keep from her.

My first thoughts were:

Then all the more I wouldn't want it. When my cat Bacon died, his picture was on my handphone background and I never changed it ever since then.. Until I got a new phone. And then I told myself it was time to let go. He died when in September 2005. I changed my phone just a month or two or three ago.

The point is. If my grandma gives me a necklace and I wear it like how I used to wear this particular chain around my neck 24/7, when she dies.. When will I ever take it off? I probably won't dare. I'll feel as though I'm not doing her justice if I take it off. So no. I won't want a necklace.

Then I wondered.. Cantonese. It's the only thing she'll leave behind with me. Okay, my aunts and all had a part in teaching me Cantonese, but my grandma was the main person.

So when she dies, I should. I SHOULD make an effort to practise Cantonese. Maybe even teach Hung. Learn from Chin Ho and Cheng Hung and Wyntrice and Melissa and my ex-Chinese teacher. I'm sure a lot of them know. No harm asking here and there. Then teach. Teach Wai Wan and Cai Xiang. Cai Xiang seems quite okay with learning it. Wai wan is EAGER to learn it. Or so I think.

Hmm.

2007-08-19T13:08:00.001+08:00

Hmm. I'm getting bored from Great Ex, so I'm going to slack for a while.

Yesterday, I got this really horrible gastric pain. At least I think it was gastric. I've never gotten gastric before. Anyways!

It was a real horrible tummyache, both piercing and searing pain, but more piercing when I moved. And then... I figured it was cause I wanted to poop (even though I didn't feel like pooping AT ALL).

So I tried to poop, and I did.

But the ache was still there.

And worse still, I felt like PUKING.

I went to the toilet twice, and kneeled on the floor and stared into the toilet bowl. During the second visit, I told myself to brave the uncomfortable experience and just try to puke and get it over and done with.

Nuh-uh. NOTHING came out.

Anyways. Know what it feels like to try and puke?

I took very very clear notice yesterday. Induce vomitting, and it'll make you feel a LITTLE better.. Makes you tear instantly, and then... A LOT of saliva will form. Salty salty tasting. Sounds gross?

Anyways, I decided to take notice for some odd reason.. Perhaps TSD is getting to me. Like.. "NOTICE AND OBSERVE YOUR SURROUNDINGS SO YOU CAN REPLAY EVENTS IN YOUR HEAD BETTER"

Cool.

2007-08-12T13:00:00.000+08:00

Even though I haven't posted in what, two weeks? It is NOT dead.. I just haven't had time to load pictures and all. *lol* I don't even know what's in the camera anymore.. I'll post when I have time, okay?

You all have no choice but to say okay because I'm in control of my blog. :D

2007-07-24T21:17:00.000+08:00

Althea: Order of the Phoenix - Two cheese fries.

No one seemed to get it within 2 seconds. Order of the Phoenix... The Phoenix is making an order? Of two cheese fries?

So funny. We all cracked up during Chinese today.

Jacq was trying to trick the A2 teacher into believing that we were idiots and really didn't understand Chinese.

(By the way, we, the B4 students got dumped into an A2 class for today.)

2007-07-23T18:42:00.000+08:00

OMG I was so HIGH today!

I LOVE ECONS!

I LOVE CHINESE!

I LOVE WYNTRICE'S CRAYOLA MARKERS!

I LOVE EATING!

I LOVE MY HANDPHONE!

I LOVE MY CHICKEN RICE WEDDING PLAN!

I LOVE YOU HUNG!

Love is in the air~

WHOO!

OH, and my blog, mysteriously... is SO not dead!

2007-07-22T14:31:00.001+08:00

Whee! I feel so unkempt.
1. Dumb period,
-> pimples (recovering, though)
2. badly plucked eyebrows
3. badly cut fringe (I swear, I'll fix it tonight! I think.)
4. Okay lah, a bit gross to say it, and I don't think you all really wanna know, so never mind. *lol*

Anyways! Yesterday, I went to this performance at Esplanade's Theatre Studio, and it was called "Gin & Tonic & Passing Trains". Poor nia nia got locked outside because she came late! She rushed down from church in a cab because church ended late. Oh well. There was a tv outside, and she watched a little, but decided not to in the end.

It was SO good, I tell you.

It was by this guy, Ramesh Meyyappan, and unless I'm very much mistaken, he's deaf and mute. And he was REALLY good. It was like one of those silent films.

Quite interesting. There were some movements that we didn't quite understand, but Eleanor suggested that it might've been an angel and a devil/spirit, and that spooked me a bit. *lol* I'm such a wuss.

Anyways, ya! The show was about an hour.. My ass started to hurt a bit, but ya.. It was worth the fifteen dollars. I think he isn't performing anymore, and yesterday was the last day. Poor nia nia. She was the one who introduced us to it, you know! Now you know. :D

Well, we went to this place that nia nia suggested after that called "Glutton's Bay"/"Gluttons' Bay". Not sure where the ' is supposed to be. I think its the second. Anyways, ya.

I liked my outfit! First time I tried it. Its good that my man keeps anime in his comp. Got the idea from there. Didn't turn out too bad, did it? Nope, no pictures. Too bad. I'll wear it again sometimes, though.

Rahh... Played fk again for the first time in ages. Mum made clam chowder today. Fairly okay.

Need to do HOMEWORK!!! Its back to being a good student again! TPJCians, if you're reading this. You'll burst at the seams with such growing pride of your school on National Day! I guarantee that... 50%. My part, at least.

2007-07-21T14:13:00.000+08:00

At Dancefest yesterday (no I didn't bother taking any pictures), I got a nice bouquet of fifteen roses from my man, and one pink rose from Cai Xiang, and one orange daisy from Poh. Nice. :D

But the roses were ALL pink. *grumbles* So annoying. My man said it was because his mum bought them, and she didn't buy red. But no worries, my man paid for them. (Actually, I'd much rather his mum pay. Then he'll be richer. *cackles*)

Anyways, I was faintly surprised to see my man there.. Don't know why I wasn't more surprised. *lol* I didn't expect him to be there, really. Apparently he ordered a ticket through Cai Xiang and yeah.

Cai Xiang said on Thursday that she had a very "scandalous" message which she accidentally deleted and will tell me about it the next day (friday, dancefest day). And I thought it was a SCANDAL. Cai Xiang, if you're reading this.. Its a SCHEME. *lol* Chee, make me so excited for nothing. I thought I was caught in a scandal again. Oh, the attention!

So. I noticed, that before the show, Wai Wan was standing with his hands on his waist in directly front of a audi seat with someone in it (couldn't see who) which had its table on, facing the stage. And I thought that very very odd, because I didn't think Wai Wan would have wanted to inconvenience someone by sticking his ass in front of that person, especially since I thought it was a classmate I didn't recognise, and the classmate can't be anything but a girl because Cheng Hung and Chin Ho were both backstage with me, and Haziq would sit with Deborah and Umberfield's group.

Anyways. Ya! So during the interval, Chin Ho was desperate to walk out (after feeling very high after taking his panadol; panadol makes him high) and so I did too. And then I saw my man, and just went "Oh, you're here." like is a very common thing. *lol*

Anyways! I woke up this morning and decided to take pictures OF flowers! Not with them.. I was wearing specs and didn't feel very beautiful.

Here goes...

The bouquet my man got me.

The ribbon that tied it up. I intend to remove it and keep it for my hair or something.

What it looked like without the fishnet thinggy around it (it kept hooking onto my bag last night. And it started hooking onto the carpet in the room in which I was taking all these pictures.). I haven't removed the fishnet thinggy, of course. I'll decide what I wanna do with the flowers at a later date. They're still quite pretty at the moment.

A close up shot of one flower, with flash. I was too lazy to walk out of the room where there was more natural light. But it turned out quite.. interesting and fake. When it was real.

Looooooookie! What flower is THIS!? you may ask. Well, hun, its a ROSE. I just opened up the sides cause the petals all the way on the outside were like seriously dying. This was Cai Xiang, wai wan and mel's rose. Masterpiece, I say. A masterpiece.

And last but not least, Poh's daisy. Admittedly, the prettiest of all the flowers I received that night. The colour is simply striking.

Actually, the colour in the centre is different from the colour of the petals, but my camera had flash on(without flash, you wouldn't see ANYTHING), and I suppose it temporarily made the orange reflect onto the centre.

I don't like daisies much. They're too big and a waste of space. Larger surface area = higher chance of being mutilated. Oh, but what I -do- like about them is.. their centres! Its furry. :)

2007-07-21T13:41:00.000+08:00

That day, I went for Wyntrice's birthday party, and for the FIRST time in my life, I karaoked. *lol* So spastic, I could hardly hear myself above all the noise.

I didn't take many pictures then, but I've got other pictures!

Hellooo, councillors. From the left to right, its Nicole, Sheeting and Chee Keen, the crasher. Tsk. I'm not sure I got a picture of Wey Jiang, but he was there all right.

Oh, Wyntrice's DOG! *lol* Never remember its name. Its quite pathetic-looking. And quite sad... She locked it up. :P

Wai wan and Conan gaying..

Argh. I'm too lazy to upload pictures liao. Ta!

2007-07-08T20:19:00.000+08:00

Oooh, TSD rehearsal at Roslyn's place today, and Jacq, with her new camera, got two pictures that I find really really nice!

Puh-lease.. Don't be shallow and start teasing the both of us just for a brainless scandal.

2007-06-16T17:56:00.000+08:00

Random thoughts one day.

1. Different times of the day.
There's morn(ing), noon, afternoon, evening, night, midnight. That's in chronological order.

I have NO idea what morn means, so I don't see the difference between morn and morning.

Then there's noon. That's 12pm.

Noon is NOT the same as afternoon. It's AFTERnoon. That's anytime after 12oo.00h.

But then comes evening. Evening comes from the word "even". Evening, I figured, was the point of time when night and day was EVENed out. Cool huh! Betcha never thought of that.

So after evening, there's night.

And after night, there's midnight. Ever wondered WHY 12am was the middle of the night?

I think.. Unless I'm very much mistaken.. Unlike Singapore, the sun rises in majority of the countries in the world at 5am, on average.

Night is 7pm, agreed?

Between 7pm to 5am, there are ten hours. 10 divided by 2 gives 5.

5 hours after 7pm. That's 12am. MIDnight. :D Exactly.

2. I love you.
Hey hey hey, stop yourself if you're gonna say that.

Ask yourself, what does LOVE mean?

Can't answer? Don't use the word.

Just because you feel like it doesn't mean you should use the word. Just because you feel its appropriate, that does not justify your use of that really powerful (as many people think, even though they, too, are unsure of what exactly the word means) word.

I have come to the conclusion that love is not a universal standard; its what you, YOURSELF, make of liking someone. It is up to the individual to decide what love means.

..And YET, they still don't know what it means. They just know how to use it.

Think about it.

Take a few harmless moments to define love.

If you don't, you might just use the word loosely and end up hurting someone (if you use the word at all).

Ah, heck it.

I love chicken rice.

2007-06-01T20:16:00.001+08:00

Eurgh. Yesterday was probably the most boring day of my life.

Porridge. Porridge porridge porridge.

I woke up at 11.38am. Such a pig, eh?

Then I skipped breakfast cause it was too late.

AND THEN... My maid fed me porridge. I mean, not literally, fed me. But she gave me porridge.

Honestly, I don't know what porridge it is, but I think it was duck(not that I found any duck in it).

Porridge again later at tea-time or something.

Spent today doing nothing but ordering MacDonald's in and eating and playing the computer and chatting and chatting with my man. *lol* Seriously. We talked about EVERYTHING.

2007-05-29T20:53:00.001+08:00

1. One (new) secret admirer (maybe I only have one.. damn. *grumbles*)
2. No new council position
3. No new passes in any subject (except, surprisingly, chinese oral. *lol* Did you know that oral can be spelt as aural?)
4. One new website I find hot (www.newgrounds.com)
5. No new boyfriend (stuck with the same one.. *mutters*)
6. Two new bursts of inspiration
a. Writing the song "The song that was never sung" (I thought of the title really long ago, but I never worked on it. I need someone to help me with the tune, though.)
b. Making videos/blog posts/powerpoint presentations on "how to" courses. (e.g. How to make the best cake in your life. I most probably wouldn't work on this one.
7. No advancement in Great Expectations, still stuck at goodness-knows-which-chapter. Single digit, I'd bet.
8. One event I'm gonna emcee for. :D Some "ethnic city" thing for shandong kids coming to our school. No worries, we're speaking english. My Chinese teacher found it funny that three people who couldn't speak chinese for nuts was going to emcee. And she picked us personally. *lol* Whee, I'm gonna be dumped in a cheongsam! So gross. She better get me a nice colour. Like black.
9. One new eye candy. That makes around two.. I think.
10. No new events coming up.

That makes top ten on Gisella's list of goodness-knows-what-things! Meow!

2007-03-24T22:06:00.001+08:00

My blog is NOT dead!

Contrary to popular belief.

I'll try and update okay!

2007-02-17T13:46:00.000+08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNQhK4wmRO8&mode=related&search=

It's the Diva Opera Mix from The Fifth Element.. And this girl's singing it with the music in the background (she doesn't have -1, so yeah.. it's still quite clear that she's singing, though.)

I've been looking for the one that was sung live by this vocalist Marie-Eve Munger or something. But yeah.. can't find anything.

Do you believe it's possible? I do. :D For good reasons.

2007-02-10T10:38:00.000+08:00

Okay, okay.. So many of you who don't even come to my blog anymore must be GUSHING to know how I did.

L1R5: 14
L1R4: 10

I think those two were without CCA points..

With CCA points..

L1R5: 12
L1R4: 9 (I think)

Uhh... Oh, and if I stay on in TPJC(Tampines JC, cause they have Theatre Studies & Drama).. I get TWO loyalty points!

L1R5: 10

You know what the cool thing is!?

I asked God to give me ANYTHING less than 16(my prelims score).

My FIRST goal since I entered secondary 4 was 12 points.

I got it.

Nearing the day of the release of results, I said to many many of my friends.. "IF I get 10 points, I'd try for ACJC, but put TPJC as my first choice."

I got my 10 points. But it wouldn't be valid if ACJC was my second choice.

So. I got my 10 points, I got my 12 points, and I got a score less than 16.

AND.. I got a single digit for my L1R4 (I think).

Is that not amazing or WHAT!?

Yeah, maybe it's "WHAT".. But I think that it's cool. And I'm satisfied anyways.

Okay.. ALL my results..

ENGLISH LANGUAGE: A1
LITERATURE IN ENGLISH: A2
COMBINED HUMANITIES: B3
MATHEMATICS: A1
PHYSICS: B3
CHEMISTRY: B4
CHINESE: C5

I'm proud of my English! I was a little worried, honestly. The essays I write are.. "dangerous". I either do very well, or do very badly.

Literature.. What the!?!? A2!?!? I expected worse! Honestly, I don't know how I did it. To tell you all the truth, I never even finished reading the Shakespeare book (Twelfth Night). And I hardly did any studying. Maybe my unseen pulled me up.

Combined humanities (geog, ss).. WOW. So I didn't do THAT badly for Social after all! It's either that I did superly well for geography, or I did fine for both.

Mathematics: I knew I would get that. *lol* Hello-o? I drop A maths and STILL don't do well for my E maths? Thats just dumb.

Physics: I didn't feel a thing when my teacher told me I got 14.. I was like.. Oh, okay. yay, my results are back. Then I started looking at my individual results.. And my hands started shaking, and I started crying when I saw my Physics results.. B3!? SO SAD.... My practical screwed it up! I didn't draw a graph, cause the first one I drew was completely wrong, I realised. So I erased it.. then.. NO TIME! And I didn't have time to do some questions. My lit got the A2, and my physics got the B3? Sad man, sad.

Chemistry: Uhh.. YAY! A B, for once! I used to fail (borderline only.. :P) or get a C5 or 6, but I got a B4!!

Chinese: Lucky thing I retook the paper. By the way, I don't think my parents really knew I retook the paper. I didn't tell them what I got for mid-years.:P I got a C5 at first, and now I got a B4! Same as chemistry. I have 7 subjects, so I wanted to pick the better score between chemistry and chinese for my L1R5, and in the end, I did well for both. *lol!*

Okay. Me done.. And I'm staying in TPJC! Not trying for ACJC.. The cut-off point and distance from my house is like.. WHOA. And I love my class at TPJC!

Toodles!

2006-12-30T18:22:00.000+08:00

YEAH YEAH YEAH.. You all missed me ya?

Anyways, I've got nothing much to say.

Christmas was.. boring. I mean, it wasn't BOOORING. It was fairly alright. I just played fk the whole day? Or maybe part of it. TV shows were boring..

And then... nothing. *lol*

Learnt salsa and rock 'n' roll for a week.

That's it. Ta!

2006-11-18T13:13:00.000+08:00

Okay!

My pal(charmaine) and I used to meet every saturday sometimes before the o's and during the o's.. And the FIRST time we did so, it was SO fun!

Here are the pictures.. FINALLY (she took AGES to send it to me. But then again, she NEVER sent it to me. I'm using her comp to blog now. :D).

These two things.. we ate at Loyang point. The first one was some cream chicken thing.. Fusilli. I thought it would taste something like the one at Pastamania, but it ended up.. a little icky. Oh well.

Now the SECOND thing.. Its fish on top with butter sauce.. And below the fish, its mashed potato. A WHOLE lot of mashed potato. You can't really tell, but its really nice. :D And one pathetic baby tomato.

Which we later dropped.

FUNNY... We were debating on who should eat it, then it rolled off the table onto the floor.

And then we picked it up again with the tissue paper. And we took a picture. Looks quite arty, if you ask me. Check out the whitish trail it left behind!

Oh, then we took a picture together. *lol* Black and white, just for the arty look. ICKY.. I was without fringe. Now I'm just toodley adorable!

Oh, and while sitting there and studying, there was this little girl and her brother and her mum and her maid! SCARY.. The little girl was carrying this scary looking doll! *blinks* She was stroking it.. *shudders*

And ogling at Charmaine and I as though we were going to steal her baby away from her.

But anyways, Charmaine and I found it spooky.. But the hilarious part was that.. we wanted to take a picture, but didn't wanna make it too obvious.. So I ended up posing for the camera while Charmaine pretended to take a photo of me. *lol*

And then.. Later that day.. I was coerced into watching Pirates of the Carribean..

And I watched it, and I received a small bouquet of flowers! SUPER COOL OKAY. Thanks Hung! But they died anyways, so it was kinda pointless.. But I kept the petals! No worries. It was a big red rose sprayed with a little black paint.

Fun. Class, right, this picture?

THE END.

2006-11-12T13:45:00.000+08:00

SALE for secondary threes who are uber kiasu when it comes to the big O's!

1. small, single lined exercise books -
FREE

2. Pure chemistry notes from SJI (*lol!* may be incomplete, but most of the stuff's there. Nicely bound together.. trust me on this.) -
Usual price: more than ten dollars.. when I photocopied it.
Now: $5!!!

3. Pure Physics notes from SJI (may be incomplete, but most of the stuff's there. Nicely bound together.) -
U.P.: More than ten dollars when I photocopied it.
Now: $5!!!

Note: I hope the SJI people won't compete with me and give stuff for free. But if they are, tell me, and specify who. Then I'll give it to you free. Honestly, I just wanna get rid of them. They're in PERFECTLY UNUSED CONDITIONS. Even the notes. *lol*

2006-11-07T09:11:00.000+08:00

I think I'm getting a little emo about graduating from KC.. This year has passed SO quickly! Whilst I am excited to have my PROPER holidays, I cannot help but realise that after the graduation ceremony, I am no longer a part of the school.

For people who are interested, and willing to sit through an article about how beautiful KC is and was..

I present to you:

THE ARTICLE THAT WAS NEVER PUBLISHED
(..It really wasn't, actually.. It was supposed to be, but my teacher said that it wasn't done right. *lol* I wrote this about a year ago. Credits are after the article.)

Disclaimer: As KC girls are known to be fiercely protective of their school, the following text may consist of highly biased opinions (depending on whether the reader is a KC girl herself or perhaps a certain current or ex-white uniformed boy). Also, as KCians are ever so charming, be prepared to be taken in. This is the end of the warning.

KC through the years from the viewpoints of two generations.

The KC spirit seemed to still be present in Sandhya Doshi and Vivian Lim’s hearts as the interviews were carried out. It was only then that I realised how easy it is to get along with students of KC, regardless of age and generation.

And now, I present to you: KC through the years from the viewpoints of two generations.
There was once, I told a friend of mine from overseas that I was from a Convent school. Her immediate reply was "What? You’re training to be a nun?". I could almost feel the three lines running down the side of my forehead.Where are the nuns in KC? Just because we are a Convent school, that most definitely does not mean we are nuns.

Speaking of nuns, where are the nuns in school? I’ve never seen them walking about in their black and white attire, neither have I seen them sitting in a room meditating on the bible. Time changes everything, it seems.

Back in the early 1970s, when Ms. Doshi and Ms. Lim first become secondary school students, there were nuns about. Some of these names might be familiar to the former students of CHIJ Katong Convent Primary School. Sister Josephine, Sister Dolores and Sister Deirdre (Did I spell it right, Mdm Gammar?) were some of the nuns who did walk about (not in their black and white attire, though).

When asked about the discipline level then, Ms. Lim, whose sisters were all from KC too, thought for a moment before replying slowly, seemingly choosing her words carefully: "When it comes to discipline, I find that the discipline style varies greatly from today. In the past, they were gentler, more understanding. They would at least listen to our explanations."

And as for Ms. Doshi, she chuckled, then admitted with a wide grin "I was a Prefect." The moment I heard that, I cringed, announced the end of the interview, and ran away. I jest. (And no, I don’t have anything against Prefects.)

My next question was: What did the naughty students do?

Ms. Doshi grinned even more widely, and her grin started to look a little creepy - This must be the pleasure Prefects get of catching students for breaking school rules, I thought to myself - "Break rules, of course. Wearing short pinafores and wearing shorts under their pinafores."

Ms. Lim confirmed the cases of short pinafores, and went on to say that "KC girls then were almost the same as now. There were loose belts, and students who walked around without belts." The mention of the last case shocked me. Hardly anyone in school walks around without belts. Sometimes students do remove belts in class, but not walk around without them.

In defense for the teachers now, however, she continued with a "But then again, I suppose nowadays the girls do different things wrong.".

During Ms. Lim’s time, the most popular activities during the recess of twenty minutes, she exclaimed, were "Fivestones! Kuti-kuti, saga seeds, and gossiping! The KC girl just never changes, does she?

And now, I assume that in Ms. Lim’s third year at KC, the most popular activity changed to eating, according to Ms. Doshi. Also, the girls played netball. The gossiping was still there. Ms. Doshi graduated in 1976, and Ms. Lim graduated in 1974. Two years’ difference.

"Last time, KCians didn’t really know exactly what we wanted out of life. We took each day as it was and lived in those moments. Whichever stream we were placed in, that was it, no questions asked." Ms. Lim compared those times to the ones now and added, "Nowadays, you girls are better equipped with the understanding of the education system."

Recalling the large bronze bell that used to be near the grand piano in the foyer, I asked if it was used back then. "Yes, it was used, and was painted silver. When the bell rang, we went to the assembling area. We used to gelek-gelek (swaying of hips, or something like that), strolling towards the assembling area." (No wonder we have so many Miss Singapores. The canteen was the catwalk runway and the bell was the announcer.)

Based on what the two ladies said, KC was a very popular school back then, as was all Convent schools. The KC and St. Patrick’s "scandal", the lovebridge and all, was always present even then, and KC was rather notorious for it. KC was also renowned for speech and drama, music and dance.

"I was from the guitar group. We performed in the church during mass and even appeared on television once." Ms. Lim recalled with a smile.

What interested me most was the usual traits of the KC girl then. They were extroverts, and very friendly. "They had a wild side – boys.", Ms. Doshi laughed. Ms. Lim too, laughed and said "We were… Very popular with the boys. I suppose it was our eloquence and our standard of English was pretty high."

Ms. Doshi had her fondest memories in KC, and growing up there was fun, especially since her principal then was the late Mrs. Marie Bong, who was highly appreciative of Shakespearean works.

"As KC is a Catholic school, it definitely taught me moral values and beliefs. It was in KC that I learnt right from wrong and to always keep my faith in God no matter how tough times may be." Gratitude was evident in Ms. Lim’s tone as her words were spoken. "I would have absolutely no qualms about recommending KC as a school to my friend’s daughters."

Right after the interview with Ms. Lim, I had another with her daughter, Nadia Samdin, a current student in her last year at KC.

"Why choose KC?" I asked. "Even though many of my other classmates went to those conventional good schools and attempted persuading me to follow their footsteps, I wouldn’t go to any other school. Really. I love the way KC is there for you."

She frowned a little, then spoke again. "The outsiders immediately form opinions of us, but kc girls are really amazingly outgoing, charming and intelligent, and IJ girls always have that sisterly thing going on."

Being a Prefect and Peer Support Leader, Nadia believes that KC has truly helped her become a leader. "The teachers were always there to guide me, even when I did something wrong."

When asked about how she felt about leaving KC this year, she said "I wouldn’t want to lose the wonderful connections we have as a school. Yesterday, I just met someone who was six years my senior and once we found the KC connection it was like BAM! Chatter chatter, non-stop. Amazing!" Amazing indeed.

"And why do you love KC?" I wiggled my brows. "Every school has its own strength. I love KC for its patience, love and security. The teachers are mostly funny and caring, and as for the girls, well, there’s too much to say about us." was her reply.

"You can take the girl out of KC, but you can never take the KC girl out of the girl." A beautiful saying by Nadia, I must say. Let’s hope its not just a sweeping statement.

Credits to Nadia for giving me ideas here and there for the disclaimer, and for interviewing her mum, Ms. Lim, and to Hemal, for interviewing Thrishna's mum, Ms. Doshi, for me.

2006-10-31T17:10:00.000+08:00

*lol* Its my BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!

Sweet sixteen!

I'll be legal for marriage (but my husband says its just (quote, unquote) "*ahem*")! I think..

Oh well, but so fun!

Now that you all know its my birthday, must wish me:

"Happy Birthday [insert word/phrase that you feel describes me or you can just put whatever you call me there]!"

..Or just make up your own message.

*giggles* Oh, and please try and make your messages interesting.. Funny, even. Or you can flatter me. :D Wonderful!

Boy, I'm so gonna turn my handphone off before I sleep tonight.

2004's birthday:
Was late for Drama. I thought it started at another time. So I strolled into the first SYF practice and realised I was late.

Eunice went "Happy Birthday Gisella!". *blinks*

Then I remembered it was my birthday. Not for the first time that day, though.

Unless I'm very much mistaken, I felt horribly hungry that day. After Drama, I went to 7-eleven and bought a loaf of Bonjour pandan bread and another loaf of Bonjour milk bread. Oh, and I bought a can of tuna. *beams*

2005's birthday:
Was awaken by insistent, persistent, incessant vibrations from my phone. Basket.

There were 18 birthday messages. And so I can delete them from my phone once and for all, I'm going to type them all now. Stop reading if you don't wanna. :D

1. Vanessa (tehh):
hello my tehh friend! happy 15th birthday! enjoy your day ahead! vanessa; your tehh friend! :)

2. Eunice:
Hey there..Happy birthday..Take care and god bless..

3. Nigel (EA):
Happy birthday

4. Charmaine (pal):
My beloved pal, just wanted to say a little something to you on this special day! Happy birthday! Specially dedicated to you- I asked God many times, "When will there be a time in my life where I will be able to meet some one special, some one whom I can value more in my life." i waited and waited, my heart constantly longing for that some one to enter my life. Till one fine day, when not only did that some one enter my life, she became my pal on a fateful day, 21th February 2005. Yes, it was that day when I started to treasure that some one, more and more, as the days went by. Things would certainly be different without that some one present in this life of mine. So now, God I wanna say, "Thank you for blessing me with that some one, she means so much to me, as much as I treasure a pal." Now, to that some one, i wanna say "Thank you for being that some one whom i've been longing for all along! "
Enjoy this special day and remember that i will ALWAYS love you, no matter what happens in the future. I will pray for this palship to grow deeper and deeper, with God in the midst of it.

I LOVE YOU PAL

5. Nicole Chua (honey; ex-darling-ex):
happy birthday honey. hope i'm the first. hehe. i forgive for all the times you cheated on me. hugs and kisses XxXx your current best honey and ex-X.

[I replied her and told her that she wasn't the first one]

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS honey...

6. Hemal:
Happy birthday darl.. I dono if you are awake... So i will call ya tomz...Love u many many

My god! Ur 15! Tat is like so unfair.... Ah... K i will call you in like 30 minutes... When i am more awake.... Happy birthday oh and happy diwali darl..

7. MCDONALDS:
Dear GISELLA, Happy McBirthday greetings to you from the Management and Staff of McDonald's Singapore!

8. Gabrina:
("v") happy birthday
'v' gissy! :)

may you have a wonderful and blessed birthday.love you lots! gabz

9. Aretha (darling-ex):
To darling-X:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to
You! :)
i love You! <3
From darling-X!

10. Nicole Tan:
Gisella darling! Happy birthday!wishes and dreams come true for u yeah?study hard and stop slacking already ah!Lots of love! Safe trip to china too!

11. Berlyn (dear):
Dear dear! Tried calling you but you are asleep, i guess.. But ya, now that you are older, dont be so "thh" (however you sleep it) le! Haha.
Love,
berlyn dear!

12. Charlotte Chua:
Happy birthday.... Many evil returns....Hehe....anyways...Just have i good time....

13. Nisa:
Hey you! Happie b'dae!!! May all ur wishes come true! Enjoy this day to e fullest! Its a once in a lifetime! Takkaire!

14: Nanda:
Happy birthday.all the best and may all your dreams come true!

FINALLY. By the way, I typed all the messages exactly as they were. Except maybe Charmaine's message.. the capital letters and all.. confusing. It's habit vs. accuracy.

2006-10-28T21:00:00.000+08:00

I just wish it would stop bleeding..

But somehow, it makes me feel more of what I am.

Who I am.

And sadly, I realise I'm the same as every other woman.

It took so much courage for me to admit and accept that fact, but that is simply nonsense.

Courage means daring to commit suicide.

People say that "It takes even more courage to live on and face what's left of your life!".

Bullshit.

Those people lack courage themselves to see someone die in front of their eyes.

They lack the courage to face losing someone when they know they can try to save them, at least.

The smell of iron doesn't seem to register in my senses...

Why?

I must be stressed.. That must be it.

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Well, I can't help it if I've got my period. :P

2006-10-25T13:53:00.000+08:00

Tch.. I don't know if EVERYONE reads my husband's (I refer to him as my husband cause I'm used to it.. His name just sounds weird when I say it.) blog, but anyways..

EMDD VCD/DVD:

Okay, its out. Not exactly out, but here're the where, when, who, how, what and why.

Where: (For KC side) At KC.

When: I think you can place the orders first, but essentially, the stuff will be out NEXT year. An announcement will be made for you all to go claim the stuff, so don't worry.

Who: Miss Teh, the YOUNG Chinese teacher. Think she's in charge of sailing. She's the one who made a morning reflection about the most important part of our body (they're the shoulders.. ring a bell?).

How (much?/to ask her?): $10, I'm pretty sure. So cheap hor, this year? Oh, and just go up to her and (speak chinese if you can) say "Lao(3) shi(1), ni(2) you(3) mai(4) EMDD DVD ma(1)?"/ "Miss Teh, can I order the EMDD DVD, or should I order next year instead?". Trust me, her English is pretty good. She's uber cool.

What!? NEXT YEAR!?: ..Uhh.. Ya.

Why!?: She says that its like that when you send it to a proper company. The nicer you want it, the longer it takes.. Presentation and packaging and all that poot. Well, cheap and nice. It'd better not look pirated this time.

So.. if you're lazy to explain to people who ask, just link them to this page! Have fun, toots!

2006-10-24T15:24:00.000+08:00

Oh yeah.. By the way, the essay I wrote for my English prelims is up on the other blog. Check it out if you want. :D

www.hearmycries.blogspot.com

And I said it before, but I'll say it again.. and again and again..

It IS possible to score an A1 for English even if you fail your comprehension section (excluding summary.. Don't fail summary. Its near impossible if you try not to do so.)

2006-10-14T17:22:00.000+08:00

*giggles* Meeeessed me, right, people? To the KC girls who didn't know, by the way, the EMDD dvd is out. No, I haven't bought it. *lol* LAZY lah. I'm on study break!!! *cackles* Jealous, huh?

Anyways, I received this email.. And the outcome was hilarious! Only -some- people will get it. :P

1st. Get PEN and PAPER

2nd. WHEN CHOOSING NAMES, MAKE SURE THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE THAT YOU ACTUALLY KNOW

3rd. GO WITH YOUR FIRST INSTINCTS !!!!! Very important for good results.

4th. SCROLL DOWN
ONE LINE AT THE TIME

DON`T READ AHEAD otherwise YOU WILL RUIN THE FUN.

1. On a blank sheet of paper, WRITE NUMBERS 1 through 11 in a COLUMN on the LEFT.

2. BESIDE the NUMBERS 1 & 2 ,
WRITE DOWN ANY 2 NUMBERS YOU WANT.

3. BESIDE the NUMBERS 3 & 7 ,
WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF TWO MEMBERS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX.

4. WRITE ANYONE'S NAME
(like FRIENDS or FAMILY...) next to 4, 5, & 6 .

5. WRITE down FOUR SONG TITLES in 8, 9, 10, & 11

My answers:
1. 11
2. 13
3. Hung
4. Rachelle
5. Charmaine
6. Hemal
7. Nigel
8. That thing you do
9. Complicated
10. Solitaire
11. London Bridge

ARE YOU READY?
HERE IS THE
KEY TO THE GAME

1. THE NUMBER of PEOPLE YOU MUST TELL ABOUT THIS GAME is found in
SPACE 2

2. THE PERSON IN SPACE 3 IS THE ONE YOU LOVE

3. THE PERSON YOU LIKE but your relationship CANNOT WORK is in SPACE 7

4. YOU CARE MOST about the PERSON you put in SPACE 4

5. THE PERSON YOU NAME IN NUMBER 5 IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS YOU VERY WELL.

6. THE PERSON YOU NAMED IN 6 IS YOUR LUCKY STAR

7. THE SONG IN 8 IS THE SONG THAT MATCHES WITH THE PERSON IN NUMBER 3

8. THE TITLE IN 9 IS THE SONG FOR THE PERSON IN 7

I think my answers for seven and nine are HILARIOUS.

How feel you, hmm?

2006-09-09T21:29:00.000+08:00

I know, I know.. I haven't blogged in ages. I wanted to, last week! ut my computer kinda screwed up on me.. Which is superly weird, since my computer was recently rebooted. Oh well.

Anyways, I'm SOOOO upset that my darling Twohill is OUT. :( Oh well, his singing was kinda the weakest.. But who really gives a poop!? Look at Avril Lavigne! Its the awesome voice enhancer.

Hell, if they enhanced my voice I would be that Siren (or is it Syren) from from from THE FIFTH ELEMENT. I love her song, by the way. Its SOOOOO cool.

I always thought that the whole song was her voice.. But someone told me that its impossible for a human to ever reach that high a note.. Too high a note of that octave to reach. Well, half of me refuses to believe that. Its nice to believe things that're cool, sometimes.

Like.. (yes, I know its kinda against my religion) but I find witchcraft and all REALLY cool! I mean, ya.. I'd probably be freaked by stuff like that.. But don't you think that it'll be SO cool if everyone had a certain power.. maybe more than one, even.. And we all had to DISCOVER it? Like in Charmed?

So cool, hor? I like~

Oh, by the way.. I know I'm really late on this.. But! Steve Irwin's DEAD. To put it in softer terms.. He passed away.

Boy, I mean.. I never really was a super fan of his.. And my sis and I used to create jokes about his unfailing love for those spooky reptiles.

But.. Its not that we hated him. A part of me always thought he was pretty cool!

And now I see all these video footages of him and his little daughter, and my heart just goes "ooh". Not ooh la la ooh. The "ooh", heart-wrenching kind of "ooh".

And much as I dislike kids, his daughter is cool. Okay lah.. a bit the violent, but yeah. She's a really special kid. Very very special. Her love for reptiles (mainly) shows at such a young age. I mean, it really SHOWS. From the way she handles the animals and touches them, and looks at them.. You can just TELL. Hmm, commendable.

And did you all SEE!? He was hugging a SHARK and talking to the camera! And he gets killed by a STINGRAY? And he was impaled right at his HEART, too. Sucky..

Dumb stingrays.. I'll eat all of you. With sambal or whatever it is that I usually eat you all with. Have to ask my mum and maid.. They're the ones who cook the stingrays.

Poop, me be hungry. (*lol* I just -had- to use poop and hunger in the same sentence ya? *LOL* Whaddya know, oops, I did it again!)

*giggles* I'm so lame.

2006-08-13T16:12:00.000+08:00

I really really love Patrick.

LOVE
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I'm seriously in love! Oh gosh, he's not the best-looking, but boy, do I love him.

I've got some pictures of him.. I want the WHOLE world to see the Patrick I'm so so in love with.

He's amazing. Really.

Here ya go..

Dontcha wish he was yours to keep?

(Note to readers: I'm being spastic and simply trying to spite someone I know. Its good fun. :D And no, I don't LOVE Patrick, but he's SO funny!)

Pictures: Courtesy of Google Pictures.

2006-08-11T20:16:00.000+08:00

Whoo, did quite a lot the past few weeks. But! That post, I shall save for another day (when Charmaine uploads the photos and sends them to me.. By the way, pal, you're taking an insanely long amount of time.). Now! I'm going to do Eunice's thing, but I probably wouldn't pick the eight people.. I haven't got anyone to do it. I'll try lah, hor?

Instructions:
1. Mention the gender of your perfect partner
2. Come up with eight different points of your perfect partner.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game
4. Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT
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1. ..Whichever gender.. androgynous humans work too. It doesn't matter, man. I really believe that my character is uber masculine. :P My character is more masculine than feminine, but I can be really feminine (hey, I'm not a drama girl for nothing.)! But then again.. I cry a lot, and very easily. You know what!? Forget it. I'm too confusing. Basically, any gender will do.
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(You know, I'm so not gonna answer the questions seriously. Sheesh, I don't want tons of boys/girls trying to change themselves for me. *struts*)
1. His name.. must be.. Patrick. Surname must be Wong. (Oh, by the way.. Did I mention that I'm the only Huang in the whole family? I mean, my English name. I'm the only Huang. I KNEW I was picked up from the longkang when I was a baby.)

2. Must look like Jackie. Black on the outside, red on the inside. Or vice versa. Must be versatile in that sense.

3. Must also look like Johnny. Or just have his charm. But then again.. Jackie + Johnny = bad combination, you think? Hmm. The charm's very very important.

4. Must have Clay's voice.

5. Must have Michael's voice.

6. Must have Jason's voice.

7. Must love my voice.

8. Must want to marry/REmarry me even though I'm married already. (*hints at lao gong*)

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I'm too lazy man! Okay, the chain stops here for me. Don't say I'm a party pooper! You still have seven other people! Seven times eight = 56. See!?

Oh well. What if everyone was like me, you ask?

Nah, they won't. Not everyone's a party pooper, you know. Unless those people you asked are ALL party poopers... *giggles* Too bad then.

(Note to readers: In the whole quiz thing, I'm just being spastic. No, I do not want my lao gong as my boyfriend. I want him as my lao gong, and nothing else. Hmm, there I go being spastic again.

Oh yeah, and in case you were wondering Jason who? Micheal who? Or whatever.. Hmm.

Jason Mraz
Michael Buble
Johnny Depp
Jackie (..just Jackie. He's my school jacket.)
Clay Aiken
Patrick Wong, SOAW (s/o Anthony Wong))

2006-07-19T21:17:00.000+08:00

I've got a new religion. I mean, its like a sub-religion, cause you can have ANOTHER religion (the MAIN, official one) at the same time.

No, pal, don't shoot me yet.

Its called Muggerism.

Whose footsteps do we follow, then?

Phua Hsuan Te.

But speak not His name!

Speak do "THE Mugger". DISPLACE His name with that title.

In ascending order.. The ranks of the church:

Mugglings (n00bs), Mugglord/Muggmistress (They're like the priests and priestesses of the church.), High Mugglord/High Muggmistress (Only, one of EACH can exist at a time. They're high priests and priestesses.) THE Muggress, THE Mugger.

I... Am High Muggmistress. MAY be THE Muggress, but I'll have to work harder. I'll promote myself when I want to.

P.S. THANKS SOOOOO MUCH, THE MUGGER! Oh happy days! I'll update this post with more stuff.. Have to go now!

Dogma: Mugging is a way of life. Make mugging your LIFE. Mug every day, whenever, wherever, for as long as you CAN, not as long as you like. The faithful of Muggerism are favoured (don't ask me by WHO.. I don't know. :D) if they mug every day, and mug with much optimism and good will. Preach to all you can, and you will NEVER go wrong. These are the ways of Muggerism.

2006-07-19T20:36:00.000+08:00

Wow! I don't know WHY, but it seems that I'm the ONLY one enjoying Book & Music Week (BMW) LOADS!

And I'm been in an uber uber good mood nowadays!

Everything seems to be going right! *excited! For what? ..I don't know..*

Things that're going right:
1. I'm actually MUGGING (I'll dedicate a post to the person who inspired me. :D) and I get a sense of ENORMOUS satisfaction! I'm not AWESOME, but I'm actually STUDYING and enjoying it! Is this the Gisella you all know? *gasps* I don't think so! Marriage has done me much good, or so it seems.

2. I'm ENJOYING BMW! I'm SOOOO weird! OMG! I'm just in SUCH a good mood! Which explains all the exclamation marks and capital letters!

3. My form teacher saw me with my Physics book in front of me during morning assembly in class, and RIGHT before he/she left, she came up to my table and peered at my book.

Form a.k.a. chemistry teacher: What are you studying?

Me: *huge beam, since I'm in a good mood and I'm getting into my teacher's good books* Physics, .

Form a.k.a. chemistry teacher: *grin* Not chemistry?

Me: *grins back innocently* Not yet.. Later. I'll get my friends to help me. *beam again*

Form a.k.a. chemistry teacher: *smiles at me in approval and walks out of the class*

OMG!!! I'm SO DAMNED HAPPY!

4. My blog's DYING! I mean, not exactly DYING.. People STILL do visit it (or so I think.. :P), but my popularity level's going DOWN! Yes, I do still get stares and whispers when I walk past KCians (*gasp* I just told you all which school I'm from! But then again, I'm in a good mood, so WHO CARES!? Besides, most of you know which school I'm from. Pfft.), but its DIFFERENT! Now I can blog about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING the same way as BEFORE EMDD! Its awesome, this freedom!

5. Its not the let's-spam-Gisella's-cbox season anymore! Its NO LONGER IN FASHION! HA! See, I toldja I'm a trendsetter. I SAID spamming and insulting me with common CLICHE terms/phrases without giving a reason for the sudden outburst/remark/comment/observation doesn't work! So, try spamming my cbox if you must, but you'll be considered OLD-FASHIONED. *cackles* Either way, I win. Cause I truly believe in gissy-fashion.

6. My memory's getting BETTER AND BETTER! Thanks to mugging. Or so I think. I can FOCUS with friends around! Today, THAT girl was talking to me about Physics and was asking me loads of questions, and I found that I actually COULD and CAN study with friends! She was there to help me, and here's a shoutout:

THAT girl, you ROCK! Stone and pebble.. Maybe sand. But it depends.

7. I realised this morning when I was at the lift (before school..duh.) that there're quite a few things that have the word "contact" in its name.

For example.. Contact Process? Contact glue? Contact LENSES?

8. I was in the hall today when the fans started spitting water.. and I looked at the water droplet thinggies flying about in the air, and the phrase "Brownian Motion" popped into my head. I'm SO SO PROUD OF MYSELF! Symptoms of a mugger who's proud of herself. :D

9. I sacrificed 1 and a half hours of recess PORING OVER MY PHYSICS BOOK! I didn't go down to eat (cause I was broke.. but! Read on and see HOW I did well!) and I didn't follow Rachelle and Clair down to the canteen just to accompany them because I figured I wouldn't have ANYTHING to do and I wanted to put my time to GOOD use.. Like putting it to mugging. :D

Plus, I stayed in class ALONE (come to think of it.. The lights were off too.) and MUGGED my time away! It was AWESOME! Even the chairperson left the key with me (I know that's NOT allowed, but who CARES!? Besides the school.. I'm in a GOOD MOOD! Don't pop my happy bubble, please.) so she could go down and eat!

10. I'm making people panic by mugging! I mean, its not very good, but now people actually LOOK UP TO ME. I'm no longer that stupid, bimbotic girl who's real good at Drama (*ego ego ego* but.. that's just what they SAY. I honestly think otherwise when it comes to really emotional productions..) whom everyone laughs AT. But then again, I really hope to be the inspiration of the class to START MUGGING! Hello, 407's PANICKING ALREADY! BUCK UP, FOUR-SIX! I'm going to tell the class to start studying tomorrow. That's if I REMEMBER to stop mugging long enough to tell them. :D I know my memory's better, so I should remember.. but WHO CARES!?

*screams and yanks hair out* I'm SO SO SO HAPPY!

I realised.. that out of ten reasons why everything's going right.. SEVEN reasons are the result of mugging! Oh gosh, I'm so damned happy!

All of you should start too!!! Trust me, mugging should be classified as a HOBBY now! OH GOSH!!!

*shameless plug* Mugging's good for you. Start mugging.. TODAY.

Oh.. and a few random things..

I. Today is the day that I experienced the most dislike for sitting down. BMW requires a whole load of sitting down. And I HAVE to sit down and mug. And it sucks. At this rate, my butt's gonna be flattened like the seaweed you see in those packets of.. duh, seaweed. Time to work it back nice and round and UNflat!

II. Cham told me that I had very very limited dance moves when I asked her "How can I NOT dirty-dance when the song is "My Humps"!? Besides, how do you dance withOUT moving your hips?". :( Oh well, I'm going to FIND OUT. And I'm going to PROVE HER WRONG. I'm going to put up a dance item for BMW. I don't care. I'll crash Hemal's performance if I must. *cackles* (By the way, I'm joking. The day I seriously dance for KC will be the day.. uhh.. I can't think of anything un-cheesy. Symptoms of a mugger. *gasps. Not in the bad way*)

III. I read SO slowly. I hope mugging practise helps me read FASTER. Plus, I'm getting better and focusing and settling down quickly to mug. I usually take AGES.

IV. Recently, I've grown closer to a friend who really really likes me! I mean, not LIKES me in THAT way... But she's just.. really really nice, and I can tell that her feelings and attitude is genuine. And I really enjoy her company and her mummy-like treatment of me. :D Makes me feel so LURVED. And I'm truly truly touched. Thanks SO much, Gwen. *huggies*

And thanks to all the people who've treated me really mummy-like-ly. Off the top of my head.. Eunice, Berlyn, Naddy, Gwen, Daphne, Ghislaine.

I'm starting to feel how much my friends love me. I think mugging has made me really really emotional. *grumbles* BUT! Nevertheless..

*shameless plug again* Start mugging TODAY.

2006-07-13T18:14:00.000+08:00

I didn't wanna blog stuff that're too personal or anything else for a long period of time.. Until the whole Taming Game thing died down. But I couldn't resist.

I don't think I care very much if everyone ends up thinking I'm a huge bimbo. Those who truly know me are those who do matter. And they know that I'm -capable- of being bimbotic, but am really not an original. :D

ITALY WON! Okay, I know I'm late on this.. I wanted to talk about Italy winning the previous post.. but! Number one, I forgot. Number two, people'll probably say I'm a bimbo again. Why?

I supported Italy and I just KNEW they would win cause they made pasta. And I've been in a very very pasta-ey mood nowadays. I miss going Pastamania with Sherrie. I'm gonna go soon! Next week, perhaps. The week after, maybe?

Oh, and do any of you know what the Norwegian flag looks like?

I didn't. I was like.. "..What DOES it look like?". I had to have a flag printed/made on A4 sized paper, see? Well, I believe most of you don't know, and I think its better to learn now. Besides, I'm saving most of you the trouble.

Every time I hear "Norwegian", I think of the Norwegian Ridgeback in Harry Potter GOF.

You know, you know! I lost my appetite for THREE days.. No, five. Around there. Beginning from the 6th of July. I hardly ate anything, and I didn't feel hungry.

When I got back from Cham's place, I did my morning pee, AND. My stomach was SUNKEN IN. Do you know how FREAKY that is?

Don't tell me that I'm rubbing it in cause you're feeling fat and you would LOVE to have a figure like mine.

I'm NOT okay with my stomach being SUNKEN IN. Well, I still didn't have my appetite till.. yesterday? July twelfth. Yup, five days.

And eating didn't help, you know. I FORCED myself to eat, but my stomach wouldn't bloat convex-ly. Damn, I was so upset.

Well, I'm fine now. Gorging myself with food. As usual. :D

I want pastamania. I be real hungry.

Heard I look hot onstage. That's awesome. :D

And for that alone, I have DECIDED to get into the theatre business. :D

When I join Singapore Idol, don't forget to vote for me! Hey, I look hot onstage after all.

2006-07-11T15:41:00.000+08:00

Firstly, I would like to commend myself on my strength and willpower. :D

Thursday was the last day we called a rehearsal day. And and and! I fell sick with a FEVER!

Don't ask me what temperature I was at, I just knew.. And I was too lazy to check. Quite an interesting journey home.

Cham and I took 36 from school, and then stopped at Changi Airport's interchange before we waited for 53. How suay were we? Very. We just missed the bus.

Oh well. We stood there for the LONGEST time. There was another schoolmate beside us(no idea who she was) and we were the first three in the row.

Well, about five minutes before the bus came, we decided to sit down despite the fact that we were in school uniform. My head was pounding and my body was sore all over.

Then, when the bus came (Cham and I couldn't see cause everyone else was standing up and blocking most of our view of the road), the schoolgirl told us that the bus was here! How sweet! I mean, I would consider doing so if I were her, but she had a CHOICE to not tell us, but she did. :D I think she's from choir. If you're reading this, lady, thanks a lot! We wanted to say bye to you when we left the bus.. But.. (read the next paragraph to understand why we didn't).

Along the journey home, Cham and I had to go up and down an overhead bridge. Looooong staircase, no? Berlyn rolled down the stairs and got hurt because she was tired from Drama rehearsals. Cham and I decided to be really really safe.

Thus, we took much care whenever we were on staircases. We HELD THE RAILINGS.

And we strolled up cause our bodies were aching themselves shitless and my head was getting heavier by the moment. I held on with two hands. Don't really remember if Cham did, though. I was concentrating loads on where I was placing my feet.

So. Yeah. We got home.

And I was too lazy to eat, but I did eat a little after a bathed. Bathing was a TORTURE, I tell you. I used really warm water. The moment I turned the thing off. COLD... *mutters* Oh well. Took awesome medicine.

Next day, I was CURED! :D

That day, I went over to Sherrie's place after the performance for a sleepover. Stayed up till 3am writing notes for the guys (I left the girls' ones at home and didn't wanna write extra.). My voice was going.. weird.

Dinner that day was fun, though. Jia Jia and Han Han were having a joke-off. And I was laughing myself poopless because Han Han bought a crow from his friend who sells crows (Who buys crows? Who sells crows?). And we were going high because people were saying that his friend was crazy. In case you all haven't gotten it yet, it was the story of the joke.

Then An An had this gift giving ceremony. Thanks, An An!

Mmm.. The last day. My voice was screwed up. *lol* Oh well. So people who hate me have something to gossip about me about.. I cried right before the gala show because my voice was screwed up.. And I was wallowing in self-pity cause it was my LAST performance and my deep, sexy, but unable-to-go-higher-than-high-C voice hindered my performance.

I was just staring at Berlyn, who was sitting opposite me, backstage, and I just told her what I felt, and then I started crying on her lap. I decided to stop about 3 or 4 seconds after a started cause I figured my makeup would smudge (yes, I'm giving you a chance to call me a vain pot). So I just strode past everyone, ignoring whoever came in my way or spoke to me, straight into the dressing room. Whoo. How cool of me. :D So dramatic.

Mmm.. Let's see. SO SWEET. I got my first black rose! Well, its not really black.. its a really really deep purple. But it looks black. Its from my lao gong. Thanks so so SO much!

Stayed over at Cham's place that night. I'll tell you all a secret. Shh, okay? When Cham and I got home, we removed our makeup, and we talked to Han Han on the phone for a while.. and then he had to go.. and then we talked for a while.. and then. We decided not to bathe that night. So we slept on the floor with the filth. Right where we belonged, since we hadn't bathed.

The next morning, I didn't even bother washing up.. Too much of a bother. I grabbed my stuff and walked all the way home.. My hair was flying all over my face (Oh, I had fixed the hair already, by then.) . *lol* And I was carrying so so so many things. I think I looked crazy. Then when I got home, I did what I had to do.

..Okay. Secondly, I want to thank loads of people from EMDD '06. But I won't do the shoutouts here. The EMDD blog exists for a reason.

Mmm.. More more more.. Oh yes. There's all this publicity and its doing my blog great! My sitemeter ratings are going up. *lol*

Uhh.. And by the way, words don't hurt me. My skin's too thick for that. And its best not to * your words if they're swear words. If they're inappropriate, they're inappropriate. If you wanna say something, don't censor it. Kinda defeats the purpose of my understanding what you're saying and getting me pissed off. But if you were trying to get me pissed off cause I can't figure out what the word is.. It doesn't work, people. :P Have fun! Just don't spam unless its your point to get me annoyed. I don't get annoyed easily, though. Spamming doesn't work on me. Telling me there's something you think I'd want to know and then deciding not to tell me doesn't work either. :D Keep trying.

Toodles!

2006-06-25T11:46:00.000+08:00

A few weeks back.. Two, actually. I played mahjong.. Three-player mahjong.

And I was so happy. For a while. Till I realised there was no "tong".

Hence, NO 13 yao.

But one thing good -did- happen, though.. A few times, in fact. It wasn't really GOOD.. But it's cool. I kept getting the four flowers of the same colour. In different games, duh.

Not very clear.. but what the heck.

OH! And I saw a rainbow two days ago, on Friday after Drama! It was IN THE SKY! OMG... I've NEVER seen a rainbow in the sky before.

Cham took a picture of it. Don't ask me where it is now.. Ask her.

So.. Look at a picture of the sky. It looks like its going to rain. Don't ask me WHEN I took it.. I have NO idea.

Cheers.

P.S. Oh yeah, and the other blog's got the song I composed, plus another poem. I synchronised the syllables of the poem, so it can be made into a song as and when I like.

2006-06-20T11:06:00.000+08:00

*sad* This sucks.. No one agreed when I said I was cute in that picture. Pfft.

Well, anyways..

I used to believe that I really couldn't compose songs, and that I'll never be a good singer that way. I can't play any musical instrument professionally, and I don't have perfect pitch (I can TRY to get that).

So. Yup.

Just last night.. INSPIRATION STRUCK ME.

It all came from the "Hush-a-bye baby" song. I don't even know whether its spelt right, but yup. I always thought it was a really morbid song.

So I twirked the tune a little so it turned a little eerie.

OMG.. I COMPOSED A SONG~

Its quite interesting.. It doesn't sound good if there's no mtv. So. ALL IS PLANNED.

*cackles*

Story:
The song is sung by a lady who is carrying a baby, and sitting in a dark forest.. At night. Like.. when its all dark and misty? Yup, that.

And the baby isn't the lady's. The baby belongs to her ex-lover and his wife. So she kinda.. stole the baby and is just rocking it to sleep (is the baby sleeping, crying, or already dead?) as she sings the song.

And at the end of the song.. the song either:

1. just ends with her rocking the baby to "sleep" (inverted commas are optional),
2. ends with her killing the baby in a cool, silent way.. no violence involved, OR
3. if the baby is already dead, then she just finishes the song.. slight pause of 4 beats or so, and she starts humming the "hush-a-bye baby" song in the normal lullaby tune.

Don't ask me how it really makes sense.. Its as good as a one-time performance, where you don't know the people who are performing.. And you didn't really understand what the performance was about.. You just have to figure it out yourself. :P

A performance doesn't have to make perfect sense, because the performance is received the way the audience perceives it to be, because they relate it to what they KNOW. The magic of a nonsensical performance.

Oh, the lyrics.. I don't feel like telling you all. But I promise, I DID compose a song.

2006-06-11T22:26:00.000+08:00

OMG.. I'm currently packing my drawer.. Ain't a very big drawer.. And I found a whole load of pictures of myself, mostly, when I was in Secondary Two.

And honestly honestly?

I was SO damned cute!

I mean, look at this one!

CUTE eh!?

Maybe the face's a bit too small. You can always ask me.. I'll bring it and show you one day. Its one size larger than the normal photo size. Don't ask me WHAT.. I honestly don't know.

Just like I don't know the size of my clothes.

Hmm. Gonna continue packing. :D

*comes back when she finds something cool*

Oh yeah, I found one of my old diaries! Lasted from sec one to end of sec 2!

And.. this might not be very hilarious to you all, but it is to me.

And what you see next MAY shock you.

I used to spell matured as "machured". *ROFL*

HILARIOUS!!!

2006-06-09T15:05:00.000+08:00

Since Sherrie and Eunice are gonna link my blog for the neoprints.. *grumbles*

Here they are! The neoprints were taken yesterday, after watching "She's the Man" with Jing Han, Sherrie, Eunice and Berlyn.

Jing Han had to rush off for a last-minute performance, and yeah.. So the other three girls decided to take neoprints, and I tagged along.

Here they are..

Yay to me cause I figured out how to change the TIF file to JPEG. *lol* So SIMPLE.. And it was staring at me in the face.

Why do I have my mouth wide open in so many pictures? No idea. I find myself cuter with my mouth open. Or maybe I was trying to get myself hyper.

Okay.. Uhh.. during the movie, there were these four people giggling and throwing popcorn at each other.. And Jing Han kinda got the full blast of it.. Poor soul.

Lucky thing it didn't hit Sherrie or I. We'd probably have blasted them. Annoying toots.

EDITTED cause Sherrie asked me to take it off. Wanna know what she did during the movie? Go bug her for it. :D

Since she got embarrassed..

I'm gonna start embarrassing myself (okay.. I won't really be embarrassed.. But if it gives her a cheap thrill.. Hell, why not?).

I wore an extremely short skirt yesterday.

Honestly all the skirts I used to wear were around that length.

Then suddenly, I stopped wearing skirts. I started wearing my jeans.

And yesterday, when I wore my skirt, I honestly wondered HOW I survived with the skirts last time.

Oh well. My school pinafore used to be uber short.. And now I confess.. Whenever the wind blew my skirt up, I would tell myself that I had gorgeous, to-die-for legs and that its alright.

"I don't know, and I don't care."

That attitude is a super ego-boost. You all should try it sometime.

Its funny how I can convince myself of such stuff..

Oh.. Two lines I found uber funny yesterday.

We were up on the escalator to cini's theatre halls.. And there was this huge spiderman on the wall..

Sherrie was standing somewhere on my right and Jing Han was right behind me.

Then.. I heard something like:

"I want to be Spiderman!" from these two boys behind us.

Or something to that extent.

And Jing Han said something absolutely hilarious.. In a deadpan tone, which made it funnier.

Jing Han: *sigh* Boys... *a short pause* And their big dreams.

He sounded SO deadpan. Hilarious, I say.

Oh, and on our way back.. Eunice, Berlyn and I got a lift from Sherrie's mum to Bedok MRT station (of course Sherrie was in the car too).

I didn't really notice, but I felt soooo relaxed in the car that Sherrie started asking why I was speaking so gently.

Honestly.. I felt a little.. floaty, and so relaxed in the car, that my brain wasn't really working.

So I said.

"Oh.. my brain isn't really working, I think." Or something to that extent.

There was a short pause, and I expected someone to say:

"It never worked." Ah, I was right. Sherrie said that, and everyone burst out laughing.

See, I'm a good sport, okay. :D

2006-06-05T20:04:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I just get so tired of keeping secrets. My own secrets.

And its frustrating cause I can't confide in anyone, and I can't blame anyone but myself for creating such secrets.

But sometimes, these secrets.. I don't have to hide.. But they're still considered secrets because I can't tell some people.

In this case, my parents.

I didn't study for my mid-years.

My father took a look at my report book today.

He was bloody disappointed.

But he couldn't see any improvement at all. Because he doesn't know I didn't study for my exams.

For the previous exams, I failed like.. 3 subjects or so. And I studied.

Now, I didn't study, and I failed two. Do you see the improvement?

I certainly do.

But my parents don't.

Yeah, my dad gets to scold the poop outta me, and my mum gets to add fuel to fire, like she always does.

And I just.. idle. I don't look like I'm listening, but hell, every word goes into my head and screws itself into me.

My dad ended up scolding me and saying that my sister and I cry all the time when something (like our results) screw up.

And I told him that the only reason we cry is because he starts speaking to us in that disgustingly rude way.

And he asked me "So what do you want me to say?"

And I didn't reply. In my mind, I was thinking: "Just telling us that you're highly disappointed will work."

And wonderful. I've worked myself into a fix. I can't tell him that I didn't bother to study for my mid-years and considering that fact, did very well.

Why? Because he'd be right about me spending more time on the comp than on my studies, and me not giving enough effort.

And then, I would have NO choice but to give in and start working real hard.

I -will- work hard, and there is a way to compromise my current spenditure of time on the computer and my plans and strategy for studying.

It doesn't mean that Gisella studying means having to cut down a considerable amount of time on her computer.

And my dad's ticked off at Drama.

I don't even know why I'm defending it.

I think its cause of the freaking fame. I don't know.. And my pride, perhaps.

How irresponsible would I look if my dad forced me to quit EMDD NOW?

Yes, he did threaten.

And I defended it. Hell, I defended it.

He said it took up LOADS of my time.

I told him it was just two times a week.

I don't know what's making me defend EMDD, really.

Really, its not too late to back out.. But there goes my reputation with the teachers.

Moreover, if I back out, Berlyn will back out.. Along with many others. And there goes everything everyone's been working so hard for.

And one last paragraph.. Why bother so much, when in the end, I will HAVE to study hard and I -know- I will do fairly well? (Don't give all that poop about "You don't HAVE to study hard..".)

2006-06-03T17:02:00.000+08:00

It seems that nowadays, Sherrie and I are getting closer and closer, and I feel reeeeeaaaally good, cause.. I don't usually get close to juniors cause I'm sticking to the seniors most of the time. So.. yeah. Thanks Sherrie, for spending so much time with me and making me a happy woman!

Yesterday, Sherrie, Eunice and I went to Parkway Parade's Pastamania for lunch!

It was then that I looked at the black straws and asked Eunice how to make a straw heart.

Took me around fifteen minutes (Don't listen to Sherrie! I did NOT take one hour. :P) before I got it right.

Every heart I made after that was filled with love, and we walked the whole of Parkway to look for straws that we could buy to make those thinggies.. (Sherrie and Eunice were doing stars most of the time.)

We couldn't find any plain straws ("without the crinkle", I quote Sherrie), and ended up walking to the marketplace to look for straws. FINALLY, we found plain, transparent ones. 80 cents for one big packet. SHIOK! :D

We went back to Parkway, then went to The Coffee Bean. Eunice and I shared a drink and we stole a few purple straws from there, and made straw hearts and stars.

Then we went home.

TODAY... Hsuante, Wei An, Sherrie and I went for lunch at the McDonald's near Parkway.

Considering the fact that I was terribly.. "sianed" during Drama today.. I went uber hyper after drinking coke (at least I think that was it..).

Then we gave Wei An a tour of Parkway Parade cause he had never been to Parkway before. *lol*

Wasn't very eventful after that.. I think we function better sitting down in Mac's.

Okay.. After these updates..

SERIOUS MATTER.

Okay, xd was right.. the poster -does- kinda suck. EMDD, that is. Why? Because its only the two of us.

A close friend of mine keeps telling me how desperate I look cause I'm smiling so much and xd isn't smiling much.

Okay.. I can't blame anyone for that except myself for not checking to see how much xd was smiling.

Yesterday, a teacher told a few of our group to paste 8 EMDD posters about in the school.. in the places where people REALLY can see it.

I found it quite funny at first, so I laughed. I mean, DUH... Its Gisella. She laughs at everything, including herself.

So.. yeah. I was making fun of myself.. And a close friend of mine told me this.

"You should just stop saying you mind because you look like you're enjoying it." Or something to that extent. But I know the last few words are accurate.

I was DEEPLY hurt.. And kinda ticked off. If I were to tell you all this face-to-face, though.. I would probably just smile. And the smile will look natural and I wouldn't look like I mind a lot.

You can't just expect me to shoot the person with scathing words because I'm getting teased and I don't like it. They might call me petty.

Don't care about what other people say, some of you may tell me. Easier said than done.

She's known me for pretty long.. And she should know that I laugh at everything. Just because I'm laughing, doesn't mean that I'm enjoying looking like a desperado.

Okay.. She might have meant it as a piece of advice to me, but her tone suggested otherwise.

I mean.. What the!? I, honestly honestly, am NOT enjoying looking like a desperado.

Yes, I admit.. The fame gets to me. I thrive on fame. But not the negative way.

The most annoying thing about this production are the questions that I get.. sometimes, from people whom I don't even know.

Curiosity seeker: Hey, are you in EMDD?

Me: Uhh.. Ya...

Curiosity seeker: Oh, who're you acting as?

Me: The shrew.

Curiosity seeker: OH.... Who's the guy you're gonna kiss ah?

WTF? Number one.. Most of the people who ask me this question.. Wouldn't know WHO the guy is even if I tell them his name.

Me: ..I highly doubt you'll know even if I tell you the name.

Curiosity seeker: *sounding more and more excited* Is he good-looking?

Me: *getting rather annoyed* ..Okay lah..

I'm getting sick of this.

Now that I appear to be some desperate thing CLINGING to xd's arm, I can only imagine how people're gonna treat me when school reopens and everyone sees the posters.

I really hope they know that Gisella's smiles always look natural, unless she makes it look unnatural on purpose. If you have any friends who feel that I joined EMDD because of the guys, and am boy-crazy (which "explains why I look so happy to cling to xd's arm"), please send them directly to me, or you can always defend me.

If you have no idea where I am, you can always ask them to look me up in Secondary 406. I don't really give much of a poop who the person is.. But I'll think of a way to explain. Or maybe I shouldn't even explain. Pfft. So.. yeah. The contradictive me has decided to just leave all those people alone. Yep.

Oh, and if you were wondering WHY I joined EMDD.. Here's the story.

I was doing an article for the second day of the EMDD auditions, but I went on the first day to accompany Nadia. Those were the auditions for the non-drama students.

So.. I was there.

After the auditions..

One of the drama teachers: Gisella, are you going for the EMDD auditions tomorrow?

Me: ..Uhh.. Not sure.

One of the drama teachers: *suddenly turns really fierce* GO. I want you to go. Its your ticket to Drama club next year. *then turns rather gentle* Go, Gisella, I think you've got a good chance. I will make sure you <..I don't remember what he/she said.. but it kinda.. had a hint that she was gonna put in a good word for me or something.> *wiggles her brows confidently*

Me: *pretty stunned* ..Uhh.. ya, I will. Okay.

So I went for the auditions. I initially had second thoughts about joining EMDD, what with my O-levels and all coming up.. But I thought it was quite cool to be able to work with another school, a boys' school too. How often do such opportunities come up? I had never acted with boys before.. Good experience, I figured, since I would most probably not pursue drama after I leave my school.

In other words, I did NOT join EMDD to widen my range of boys to choose from to be my boyfriend or anything like that. I joined EMDD because it was a very special chance.. And I thought it was a musical. And I loved EMDD because it brought the students from different CCAs together. And I was unwilling to not do EMDD in my LAST year, since I've been doing it for two years. And yes, I thought the fame was fun.

So.. Yeah. I found out I was 1st cast for Kate.

CHEATER, you all must be saying..

Yes, cheater indeed. I was supposed to be second cast, I tell you all now.

Then a teacher spoke to Jeffrey and asked him to give me a chance because this was my last year.

There you go. I was first cast again. I honestly felt terrible about it.. I did apologise to Rachael.. But somehow, I felt and still feel its not enough.

Anyways, back to WHY I said "No problem" when a teacher asked me if I could and wanted to do EMDD after the results were officially out.

Because. I'll be honest. I got the lead role. Achievement? Yep. Big one. I thrive on fame, remember?

It was such a BIG chance. I wouldn't be getting a lead role ever again. Not in the same way, ever. I couldn't just give it up like that.

Yes, I was kinda.. stunned, when I saw the number of lines I had. I had second thoughts about staying on.. But the promise of fame and hence, fun, and the beautiful chance and opportunity (not to go boy-catching.. opportunity to be in EMDD again) pulled me back to my first thoughts.

And so, here I am now, facing all these dumb problems which I had never expected to come.. being bugged by people, being teased by people.. I'm getting a little ticked.

Someone told me this when I was teased by him/her about xd.

"Don't pretend. I know you like it." And boy, honey. He/she didn't look like he/she was joking.

I get this all the time.. Not only from him/her.

And it sucks. Big time.

Gosh.. End of whiney post. I don't want pity this time. Only to be understood and to have my wishes be respected. In case you still don't know what my wishes are:

1. Don't tease me unless you know that I'm fine with it because you know enough about me to tease in the right way so I wouldn't mind.

2. Stop with the questions about the "guy I'm gonna kiss". Its damned childish. Its JUST a kiss, poots.

2006-06-01T14:38:00.000+08:00

I feel SO awful!

I was at home munching away happily on my McDonald's lunch, when the doorbell rang. I answered it, and saw this man who seemed a little over 40 years old.. And he held a booklet that had big numbers on them.. "50 cents" and "$1".

He said something like:

"Hi, I'm from the children's home-"

"Oh." Long pause. "I.. No. Thanks."

And he smiled at me. And I gave an awkward smile and closed the door.

HE SMILED... And it was only 50 cents and $1.

A few of those, actually.. And I went back to eating McDonald's. And I'm kinda rich right now, so.. ya. I felt TERRIBLE. And I was eating McDonald's, for goodness' sake.

I'm pretty disgusted at my attitude.

Oh no, I broke a cup yesterday. :(

2006-05-21T19:06:00.000+08:00

Go see the latest post on my other blog! Comments, criticism, whatever! Help!

www.hearmycries.blogspot.com

Thanks so much!

EDIT: *lol* Was too lazy to post the.. post.. up in the other blog. Its up now!

2006-05-20T17:18:00.000+08:00

Whoo, merlioned in school yesterday.

Was having a Chinese test.. and I felt like merlioning real bad. I had the feeling since I woke up.

But because I burped in the morning, I felt slightly better..

So. I was doing the test.. Then at the third section, I didn't know how to do some questions and decided not to fill them up cause I felt really ill. The sooner I finished the paper, the sooner I got to sleep, to make myself feel better, see?

Yiiiip. So I couldn't take it anymore, so I stood up, then asked my teacher if I could go to the toilet.

Then I walked out, then I felt the puke coming. I clapped my hand over my mouth and walked real fast to the toilet.

The cleaner was there, and I just walked into a cubicle, and I was about to turn to close and lock the door when the puke really came out. I turned, and puked into the toilet bowl. :D

Good aiming.

I think I saw.. spring onion.

Rectagular.. The dark green one. But then again, I can't be sure if it was spring onion.

I felt loads better after puking.. But during recess, the feeling started to come back and my tummy started hurting on and off. So. I decided to not eat anything, just in case.

So.. yeah.

Felt loads better by the time I got home. Didn't eat anything till dinner.

2006-05-18T20:21:00.000+08:00

Whee! I've got arm muscles! Like.. really. I think they're too big, though.. Or maybe I'm just not used to it.

I NEVER had arm muscles. I mean, I did.. But they weren't visible AT ALL no matter how I flexed. Now, they're.. big. Looks a little icky, really.

But coolness! NOW I can open my pokka green tea bottles FOR SURE! *cackles* (Do NOT laugh. Its not easy to open it. :P)

Got loads of papers back. Considering the fact that I didn't study... Like REALLY didn't study. Like.. didn't read the book, a.k.a. didn't study... I did quite well.

Failed only two subjects so far. Out of five. Or was it six?

I failed subjects.

"That's not good." you say.

"Shh." I say.

Anyways.. I was SUPERLY surprised that I scored full marks for a 15 marks essay for geography.

Considering that I didn't complete my study of those two chapters..

*lol* Oh well. The teacher wrote "very good! :)" at the end of my essay.

And yeah, I scored pretty well considering that I didn't study for section B, which was 25 marks.

Won't tell you how much, cause the SJI guy(s) reading my blog will probably laugh their poop out.

In awe, mind you. *nods*

Nah, it was 36.5/50.

Looks pretty.. pathetic. But the highest was 39!

And, moreover.. I've been failing the whole year. When I say fail, I REALLY mean fail.

I've got a terrible feeling about English, but Ruth from the triple science class scored 86, so I'm hoping that the markers were lenient. But I still have a terrible feeling. I didn't do my best for my essay, and neither did I do my best for my oral.

I PASSED CHINESE! Power man. I'm chionging for my O levels.

I know, I know.. You're starting to see me use English that isn't very good now.. I can't HELP IT.

My Chinese improves, my English deproves. Summat like that.

Anyways.. EMDD 2006: The Taming Game.

Anyone wants tickets? *lol* Buy under my name.

Nah, jk. The performers were supposed to buy the tickets TODAY, and we were informed TODAY.

So nonsensical.

Uhh.. Oh yeah. Free seating!?

I foresee chaos.

2006-05-16T18:58:00.000+08:00

Oh, no wonder I felt so odd talking about so little in my previous post.

YESTERDAY.. I brought Mambo (my dog) down for a walk. He decided to poop in this particular area that was crawling with HUGE red ants.

Okay.. Red ants. So? I'm not afraid of red ants, but I'm afraid of black ants. Which is very weird, since red ants bite and black is my favourite colour.

Okay. So the ants crawled onto Mambo. They kinda got caught in his fur.. Couldn't really move. Bless him. And me. Cause I had to get rid of all the ants.

Mambo was pooping, so DUH I put newspaper there. Some ants crawled onto the newspaper. Mambo was done. I picked the newspaper up.

"Why not wait for the ants to crawl off it before picking it up?" you ask.

"SIAO," I say. "Sekali got more crawl onto the newspaper then how?" Don't answer. :P

So.. one ant crawled onto me. And it felt uber prickly.. So I decided to stop it.

It crawled all the way up to my left sleeve, and was trying to get in, but its leg got caught on my sleeve. Bless my sleeve.

I decided to try and take it off me gently and calmly. The moment I felt it hook onto my finger, I FREAKED.

I flicked it off mucus-style. Scaaaary!

I pulled Mambo away and went home. When I was supposed to wipe Mambo.. I was SUPERLY freaked.

I had a piece of cloth, and one basin of water (with stuff inside.. Like.. shampoo-kind).

Ants were crawling (attempting to, rather) all over Mambo.. Mostly around his legs.

Taking the ants off him was traumatising. They wouldn't come off the piece of cloth even though I put them in the water.. Their legs kept getting caught. (I don't think they can walk on cloth very well.. Legs too big and feet too sticky, I think..)

Well, basically. It was very traumatising, and I was so shaken, I kept feeling ants crawling all over me when there weren't any.

2006-05-16T08:58:00.000+08:00

Do you know how sad it is when your friends don't seem to like your boyfriend? *sighs*

No, this isn't the part where you start giving excuses.. Because it'll just break my heart.

Anyways! LAST NIGHT... My mum. Was clearing some stuff (repacking, rather).. And she gave me TWO leather belts.

OMG!!! One's from Esprit and the other's Burberry. But that's besides the point.

I know most of you are you going scream "pathetic~" or "lame..." when I say this, but yeah..

Those were my first two leather belts.

I'm not entirely sure SURE that they're my first two.. But I don't remember wearing leather belts at all. Or owning, even.

And I'm superly happy cause they're both classy.

And its the closest I can get to whips. For now.

Uhh.. OH MAN. I'm so upset..

I watched "So you think you can dance?" last night, and Snow (..that's how you spell it, right?) got kicked out.

I thought the dance was AWESOME, really.. Maybe its cause of the tricks.. But they were good, you know.. Considering what the tricks were supposed to be, it wouldn't be easy. And they pulled it off.

Well, I know Snow isn't all that versatile.. But I love her so much!

She's so.. elegant. And her movements are so.. calculated and confident. And her performing standard is.. WHOA. She sure has stage presence, people.

I'm done. :P I'm too lazy to update more.

2006-05-15T16:18:00.000+08:00

You know, my boyfriend rocks.

http://jam.canoe.ca/Movies/2006/05/13/1578448-ap.html

The human one, of course.. Jackie was like SO yesterday. A month ago, I mean.

Oh, did I mention? I mean, no I didn't mention..

A few months back.. Or maybe just a few weeks.. There were these boys in school uniform in the bus.

They were.. lower secondary? I think.

One the boys said something about "Engwish".

*faints* EngLish, EngLish.

2006-05-14T20:15:00.001+08:00

Oh man. Okay, you people better start touching my hands more often. And observing my arm.

Cause for my hands.. They'll turn from smooth to rough.

And cause for my arm.. From no muscle, got muscle.

All in one month!

Why? Because gissy has to do housework now.

Why? Because her maid's gone home.

For how long? One month.

Who's gonna cook? Don't know.

Mati? Yah, mati.

MATI~

2006-05-13T15:04:00.000+08:00

After the tirade yesterday.. I felt ubers better. :D

Funny how a person can piss herself off.

Anyways, I got my hair cut today. Again. No difference except in length.

The lady's such an expert. She took less than an hour to cut my hair.

The boy at Toni & Guys academy took AGES. He took 2 to 3 hours.

The lady who cut my hair didn't make me sit on a super high stool. She didn't make me stand and sit down repeatedly.

The boy who cut my hair made me sit on a super high stool. He made me stand and sit down repeatedly.

Experienced and the inexperienced. Tsk.

Updates on my voice.. Its been better the past three days. I can sing now, slightly better, but every time I do so, my throat itches fierce.

I've been looking at youtube videos this past week, and I came across "These boots are made for walking" by Jessica Simpson. If you wanna watch the videos I picked out that were nice, you can find the links.. there. *points to the area right below her human links and the neopets link*

I'm looking for someone who has the Jessica Simpson mp3 music file, or the music video! If you have it, mind sending it to me? Its best if I get the music video. Thanks! :D

2006-05-12T19:57:00.000+08:00

The Da Vinci Code is the biggest public insult I've ever seen to my religion, and probably would remain the greatest I've seen for as long as I am able to think, see, and understand.

Bullshit.

I'm freaking pissed off. (I know it sounds silly, cause I pissed myself off.)

Actually, I've been pissed off at this for quite a while, but a guy who wrote to the newspaper's forum made me highly annoyed.

http://www.michnews.com/artman/publish/article_12685.shtml

Alright, this website tells a lot. Yes, I did a teensy bit of research.

Why are Christian churches getting so worked up over the book?

I'm probably going to get blasted and marked by Christians all over who disagree with me.. But I MUST state my reasons.

Its just a DUMB BOOK.

Okay, maybe its not dumb.. Its really a beautiful book. And I loved it when I read it. I don't really remember exactly what happened now, but I remember it was very very well writ.

But I'm -telling- you, Dan Brown NEVER said his book was non-fiction.

Why can't a person have his own theories? I read somewhere that Dan Brown was EXPLORING the theory that Jesus -did- have a wife. Hell, it most likely wasn't even HIS theory.

My first point.. So WHAT if Jesus -did- have a wife?

Okay.. The Vatican lied, yadda yadda.. The Bible's facts turn questionable..

Why give a shit? The people who are protesting are the people who ALREADY have religions (Most, anyways.. And most of that group of "most" are Christians.). Why get so worked up?

I've mentioned this before. A faith is based on FAITH. And faith, in this context, means.. complete trust. Even if there is no proof.

I'm very sure there isn't a way for anyone to oppose that statement. Don't even try. I'm superly pissed off as it is. If you want to try in your head, at least, without telling me, here's the page for the meaning of the word faith. Happy racking your brains.

http://www.m-w.com/dictionary/faith

So. Jesus himself will become a questionable figure, if the "facts" in the Bible turn questionable, cause Jesus is the main character, isn't he?

Questionable because he held a secret of his marriage to Mary Magdalene from everyone else (not really everyone, since some people seem to have "found out").

Alright. Maybe he WAS just a normal person. (Yes, I'm exploring the theory. Don't flame me yet.) But he did all these incredible things. Magic? some of you ask, referring to the healing of the ill and all that.

Maybe, magic. Maybe, something else. Maybe.. he just fooled all of us.

Magic is against Christianity, is it not? How did magic even come about? God. Wait. Magic is eeeeviiiil. So magic came from Satan. jesus practiced magic. Okay, so?

Why didn't solid proof come out that Jesus was a fluke then? (Don't give me all that bull about "because he wasn't!". I'm not accepting it. And don't try to argue with me. I make sense. And I'm defending your side.) Don't you think that if all this was really Satan's work, he would have given us solid proof that Jesus is poot? He would want to take credit for his work, and turn everyone against Christianity, wouldn't he? Use your brains man.

But do you not find it amazing that such a man(Jesus) was WILLING to do all these GOOD things? Alright, MAYBE he wasn't entirely sinless (that is, if all that was a fluke). But he did good things.. And majority of the people then saw the good things that he did. Apparently, to them, he was sinless.

They looked up to him, they wanted to be like him.

Now, tell me, people, what's so bad about that, considering that our goal is to make everyone be good? (Argue with me only if you're from a faith that believes in good.)

If you're still saying "If Jesus used magic, that means he got the magic from Satan, and he was fooling all of us.", then I'm saying its a stupid excuse. He STILL did all those good things. Its like.. us. When we're told to do something, and that something is something good, and we really don't want to do it, but we do it anyways, just without the sincerity. We still completed the action. It was a good action. We did it against our will, but we still did it. See? Same logic.

We want to learn from GOOD things. Or at least that's what we should learn from..

Its about what they DID, not how they felt when they did it.

If everyone were to follow their desires, life would be.. more bad than good. So its okay to do things against your will, as long as they're good.

I'm going to sound a little harsh here, so pardon me..

If people want to put such blind faith in a character they look up to, why not? That character is their: ROLE MODEL.

Christians.. Jesus is our role model, is he not?

SEE!? So what's the fuss about?

Okay, my next point. You may say that the ones who know less, or have less faith may be swayed by what they see.

I'm not sorry to say this. They're swayed because they're lazy, and don't take their faith seriously. They believe what they think makes their world a better place for them to live in. Like how some adults still believe that there IS a chance that there IS a Santa Claus, or something like that. It creates the magic in their world.

Back to the magic issue. Magic is eeeeeviiiiil? Pfft. I've discussed it above. Its SOLVED.

A person who does loads of good deeds and practices magic will still be a better person than one who doesn't practice magic and does hell of a lot of bad things, ya?

Anyways. Back to the being swayed part.

Why are they lazy?

Okay. I was once swayed. No, don't say I'm lazy.

I actually believed the stuff in the book, cause I didn't know it was fiction.

I went online to search for information, to see if it really was real.

I WENT ONLINE.

People wouldn't go online to search for information, or go anywhere else to look for proof/evidence unless they weren't lazy or didn't take their religion seriously, right?

Okay. You can say that I was ready to believe Dan Brown's theory.. Or the theory that he explored, rather.. Yes, you can. But I BOTHERED to do research. I was highly interested in the theory.

Even now, I'm ready to believe that theory. I'm half-believing it. Why? Because we cannot be 100% sure that anything we know is really true. Don't say we can. I'm TELLING you, we CAN'T.

There is no SOLID proof. Don't give me bull about the Bible and the Vatican or whatever being proof. No one who lived then is living now to tell us exactly what happened. And even so, the person might lie. Or even tell us something that isn't accurate, by accident, without the intention of lying.

Till now, I'm not sure if Jesus did have a wife, but if he did, COOL man... If he didn't? Okay. Dan Brown's book was AWESOME.

If Jesus had a wife, why get so worked up, I ask you again? Because you were lied to? The very fact that you get so worked up only shows that you hate being lied to.

How does it affect you? You can't worship someone who married, is that it? If not, then what? You can't worship someone who married a PROSTITUTE, is that it?

*rolls eyes* If that's really it, grow UP.

Who a person chooses to marry does not determine how good a person is.

Why get so worked up? Why ban the movie?

Respect my opinion, those who're against Dan Brown's book may ask me to do.

If you expect me to respect your opinion, then respect mine.

Its exactly the same as respecting the different religions people have and expecting them to respect yours.

I say this again: Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.

I don't want anyone referring to this at all. No tags, no emails, no talking to me, no chatting with me on msn. No reference to this to me AT ALL.

It just pisses me off.

Whoo, I feel better now.

2006-05-12T15:05:00.000+08:00

I took three photographs with my beloved $3.90 pencilbox. :D

I'm so annoyed. I don't know whether my eyelashes are long.

It seems that they are, but they seem like they're not.

*grumbles*

Maybe they are, but they're not AS long as others. And therefore, are NOT long. *wails*

Why do I think this way?

Because all my close friends have nice eyes. *lol* Funny, but true.

Charmaine's eyelashes are.. incredibly long. But her eyes make her look.. like.. a blur-queen. Which she is, by the way.

Rachelle's eyelashes are straight and long. Makes her look very awake and bright.

Maria's eyelashes may not be very long, but they're thick. And she can dress up too, and she's quite pretty.

Mmm.. Marianne.. Her eyelashes aren't long and/or thick. But her niceness and her bullyability more than makes up for it.

Me? I think my eyelashes are fairly long, but I can't be sure.

Oh YESSS!!!!

I forgot to mention this yesterday.

I was SUCH a pretty colour yesterday!

I was like.. PALE. Not the yellowish kind, which is my norm.. But I was.. white. Like.. powder white (okay, not THAT white).. I looked like I put powder.

And I had a faint pink tint over my cheeks and a little of my nose.

And my skin looked perfect a metre away from the mirror!

And I was.. GORGEOUS.

No lah.. Just.. prettier than usual. :P Really! I wish I looked like that every day.

I looked so.. innocent and angelic and.. untouchable.

And my smile just made me look so.. Like.. anyone would want to hug me. I was adorable and pretty all at once. More than usual. *nods*

Okay.. Pictures.

Okay.. Very blur, but my hair looked kinda cool there.

My eye looks interesting here... Its like.. there's SOMETHING about it. I can see my pupil so clearly against the white of my eye. So odd.. Kinda spooky, really.

Don't know.. this picture looked kinda nice, somehow. I tried the looking-down-and-raising-a-brow thing several times, but it didn't work.. Ended up frowning at the pencilbox.

P.S. Sorry bout the messy hair.. I -did- comb my hair this morning, surprisingly. I don't know when exactly, though..

But ain't my pencilbox nice!?

P.S.S. And yes, Herbal Essences -did- dry my hair up.. But I can still smell it!

2006-05-11T20:20:00.000+08:00

Sherrie and I were having a conversation on MSN about guys who insult girls.

Note: If you feel that you're the guy that I'm talking about.. I'm not sorry. Don't worry, most people who read my blog wouldn't be able to guess who anyways.

Presenting..

"When girls start bitching-"

Scene: Gisella tells Sherrie about a guy who still editted her grammar after telling her that it sucked (not the exact words), and after he offered to edit her grammar, and after her declining the offer.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
edit ur grammar ?!

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
GISELLA'S grammar ?

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
ur shitting me

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
i would have blasted him

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
this guy once told me im not pretty

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
i gave him a lecture

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
i didnt say i was pretty

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
i jus saed i know im not pretty

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
but as a guy hes got no right to say that unless hes a girl.

gissy. says:
*lol*

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
and that he should go for guy EQ lessons

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
and that explains why until now hes not been able to get the girl her wants.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
haha

gissy. says:
My grammar IS kinda bad, but he's not supposed to tell me that without a compliment.

gissy. says:
It must be PAIRED with a compliment.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
exactly

gissy. says:
Like.. "The plot's really good.. but the grammar has some room for improvement."

gissy. says:
SEE!?

gissy. says:
Its like that.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
yesss i know

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
that guy was like

gissy. says:
Anyways, its not whether he's a girl or not, then he can say that you're not pretty.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
'you're not pretty...'

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
i didnt give him time to go on i went

*gissy started typing..*

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
WAIT

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
STOP

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
PAUSE

*gissy stopped typing*

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
then i started my lecture

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
it went on for about half an hour

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
haha

gissy. says:
*lol*

gissy. says:
I would've told him that I strongly believed that a guy cannot say that a girl is not pretty unless he is prettiER than her.

gissy. says:
So.. either way, he loses.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
haha

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
i was like

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
'you're not a girl. ur 'pretty' is base on your own taste and im sorry to say i dont seem to see that you've got good taste'

gissy. says:
If he believes that he CAN say that, then you can tell him that he either believes he's prettier than you, or that he doesn't deserve a right to say ANYTHING at all.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
and something like that

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
and told him about his EQ and all

gissy. says:
*lol*

gissy. says:
I'll just tell him he's blind and probably would end up with someone damned ugly.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
and told him 'no wonder you've not got urself a gf.'

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
and i added

gissy. says:
And I'll be like "The day you get me as your girlfriend, tell me, okay? I'll want to see the beautiful girl."

gissy. says:
His standard's so low that he can't find anyone suitable.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
'if you want that girl you want. then go take guy lessons hun. i can get a guy to teach you if you want. for free. its free cos its inborn. but o wait. i forgot. ur not truly a guy'

gissy. says:
Wonder aloud if he's narcissist.

gissy. says:
I love this convo.

gissy. says:
I'm gonna post it up.

·#·$26 black and white pictures. ·0 says:
..

Narrator says:
Males, read and learn. This IS the real world. Girls aren't going to be pleasant all the time unless you read. And learn.

(On a sidenote.. Yes, pal. It IS the real world.)

Oh gosh.. I think I just destroyed all my chances of ever finding a guy at all. Oh well, I'll settle with females if I must.

2006-05-11T18:18:00.000+08:00

Yay, went out with Sayang and Maria to visit my green heels again.

Sorry pal, but they kinda.. don't look as good as I first saw it, so I'll -consider- buying it.

Anyways.

I'm not sure if you all heard of the stunt that David Blaine was trying to pull off?

No?

Well, he wanted to hold his breath underwater (in a glass sphere filled with water) for 8 minutes and 58 seconds to break a world record.

He lived in the sphere for one week before attempting the stunt.

So he was all wrinkly and such.. Skin was peeling..

Anyways, he failed. With a 7 minutes and 8 seconds. That's really long, and most wouldn't be able to do it (including me) - I give him that much credit.

http://people.aol.com/people/articles/0,19736,1192730,00.html

...Which brings me to my topic for today.

Wussy guys. In my opinion.

Not in order of merit (what would you call it?)..

1. Tom Cruise:
Yeah, he's a good actor, yadda yadda.. But he's SO weird. Not the cool kind of weird, and the kind of weird that you actually look up to (like how some people look up to me.. If you disagree, shoosh. I never said it was you.).

Number one: He bought Kate Holmes a life-sized dummy so she could use it during childbirth. Or something like that.

Number two: Don't tell me its KatIe Holmes. She's KATE Holmes now. They discussed it overnight. They figured that "Katie" was too "little-girl", and now that they've allegedly(no one has seen her yet) got their baby born, "Kate" was a more appropriate name because she's a mother now. Hell, who really discusses such stuff? Its such a weird thing to discuss.

Number three: He's toodley "in love" with Kate. Okay, maybe they're TRULY in love with each other. Who cares? He kissed her on the red carpet for all to see. He ASKED her, then she went all shy and such, and then he kissed her. That kiss was marked as one of the most awkward-looking kisses of the century (on the red carpet/amongst Hollywood stars). And I agree. When I see Tom Cruise kiss.. I don't go: "Oh, hot.". I go: "..That looks a little.. awkward.".

Number Four: Its just him, alright? Can't blame me for feeling like he's a wuss.

2. David Blaine

He's just.. odd. I mean, his tricks aren't even realistic. But he's a good illusionist (which I am assuming, he is.).

He keeps trying to act cool and all.. like.. not smile. It just doesn't suit him. I mean, it sure makes him look rather attractive, but.. Its not him. His dao-ing exists to serve the purpose of making his illusions look cooler. As I would explain it verbally: "To create the appropriate atmosphere mah."

Well, from the article, he was said to have cried. (Well, he did let down a lot of people.. Understandable.) Which leaves me to infer that he was probably crying of humiliation and disappoinement. It can't possibly be any other reason.. (Or perhaps I haven't thought of it yet.)

I mean.. People pinned hopes on him achieving something big, loadsa people visited him in his sphere, but.. SO WHAT if he didn't achieve his goal? What, was a life lost because of his failure? Siao, cry for what. Wuss.

At least Kriss Angel's cool. He's super cool. Pretty believable, too, his stunts. I mean, I truly believe its control of the body and things that're in close contact with him with his mind(e.g. air, yadda yadda).

Kriss, if you're reading this, I think you're awesome!

I don't know whether the things you do are real, and we'll never know entirely for sure, cause you'll never tell (or so I think), else there'll be no "magic" in the world, and there won't be any room for imagination, and hope for miracles.. But either way, I think you've done a fantastic job convincing me there's a chance that magic IS real, and ding it if what you do isn't real, cause I think you're a damned good illusionist (or whatever it is that you are, truly). Thanks for everything! *waves excitedly* Ah, he probably doesn't even come online.

3. Kevin Federline

He screwed Britney up. I agree with PITNB. He toodley screwed her up. He impregnated her once, and after she popped the baby, he impregnated her AGAIN. Oh well, Britney looks a whole lot better now, somehow. If she manages to cover up her body, that is. She looks quite the same, and quite pleasant too. I like her new hair, though. She's still blonde, but she's got bangs.

Back to Kev.. He looks dirty, and can't seem to appear classy to me at all. I tried to see what was so good-looking about him. Did you know that he dumped his girlfriend for Britney? I think he dumped a kid with her too.. But my memory sucks, so that might've just come from some other story in my memory space.

He's a spendthrift. Agreed, I can be a spendthrift too, but I spend my own money. He spends Britney's. I'm kinda convinced that he married her to get money, considering the fact that he dumped his girlfriend.

Enough of celebrity scoop.

I went out with Sayang and Maria.. And I bought a pencilbox. $3.90. Worth every cent. Material not all that good, but it'll last. Words're kinda cute.. It says "And your crybaby, whiny-arsed opinion is...?" Or something to that extent.

I bought a box of chocolate (Delfi Chocolate Sticks Mint: Dark chocolate with mint filling): $3.15

And a bottle of Herbal Essences: $1.95.

The last item.. I bought it when I went supermarketing with my dear before school.. Don't tell me it'll dry up my hair. I smell damned nice now. I don't know why everyone says that the shampoo smells like normal shampoo. Pfft. I can smell it now. I've been smelling it ever since I bathed. So the smell must be really strong. So odd. But pleasant. *sighs*

Okay. What was I doing out before school?

I came to school TOO early.

Paper was at 11.50am. I was in school around 6.40am. *rolls eyes*

I figured that I wouldn't have a class to sit with if I went for morning assembly.

It was a listening comprehension paper. 45 minutes.

SUAY... I didn't bring my handphone cause I figured I wouldn't need it. Anyways, I was too lazy to go and get it.

So I ran to the payphone and wanted to call Charmaine.

Poop.

I couldn't remember her number. Its SO very difficult to remember.

So I called home, and my dad picked up. I asked him for a huge favour: To get my handphone and tell me Charmaine's number.

He mumbled something a few times. Couldn't hear. He said something like "Call you back." And I was like: "I cannot hear you lah.. Mm." Then he hung up on me.

??!!!?!?

*lol* I called Berlyn instead. Whoopsie, woke her up.

Oh well. We ended up going to MacDonald's. Then we went to school.

So.. Altogether, I bought 3 things that're worth mentioning today.

Total cost: $9.00

Yay.

2006-05-10T20:09:00.000+08:00

'As for hurting myself, it is not that I feel I deserve the pain, but I want to let it out, I want to watch it heal, I want control over the pain."

Gisella practices plaguarism?

Of course not! I ACKNOWLEDGE the person and put his/her name in credits.

So. I saw that in a blog of a friend of mine's. And she took it from somewhere else.. So. :P SHE didn't acknowledge her(or him). *struts* -I'll- acknowledge the person who wrote that. Unlike my friend. *snorts*

So.

My POINT IS... Uhh.. I thought that extract VERY beautiful.

Its so full of Literature.. I wish we were given a prose like that. But NooOOO... Its socially unacceptable. Like how disgustingly I'll score for my essay if I go into detail about how a girl cuts herself and how the blood flows.

I HAVE done it before.. And I didn't do badly. But my teacher said it was a very disturbing and very dark essay. *lol*

I wrote about "death". I'm not sure I posted it up in my other blog, though.

My maid went for some checkup today, so I had to open the door to my house myself.

I don't know WHAT got into me..

I took the keys out of my bag, then rang the doorbell, and immediately proceeded by unlocking the gate and door. *lol* Wonder why I rang the doorbell.

I was just chatting nonsense with Sherrie last night on MSN..

Found out four new things about her.

She has a fetish for dots, hair, eye dirt, and blood. The dirty girl.

And we've come to an agreement that she's the embodiment of 360 degrees, and I'm the embodiment of 540 degrees.

Reason?

Me: Thus, I am able to make slightly more than one pirouette.
Her: Thus, I am able to pirouette!

Yay. I feel a super sense of accomplishment.

Updates on my voice.. Its a little unstable now. I didn't speak much today.

You know, if I don't force my voice out a little, there'll be no sound? Or the voice'll go on and off.

So.. since the day my voice started going all funny, I had problems answering calls.

Phone rings.

Me: *soft whisper*-llo? *clears throat* Hello?

Not the first time.

Well, today, I decided to let my BE HEARD.

So.. I forced out my voice, and I ended up blasting my greeting at the receiver.

Quite funny, really.

Credit: The person who wrote that in his/her blog. Most likely a her.. Whoever you are, kudos to you.

2006-05-09T12:26:00.000+08:00

The chronological progression of my voice's development:

Normal --> Slightly hoarse --> Voice-breaker --> Alicia Keys who can't really hit high notes --> Alicia Keys who can't hit the high notes AT ALL

*sighs* Yesterday I had a fairly sexy voice.

Today I'm kinda losing it. I can't even sing without the stupid hoarse sound.

I managed to get a nasal thing yesterday, and I could speak sexily without sounding sick.

My dear said I sounded "disgusting" yesterday. :(

I hope it doesn't last till next Tuesday. Gonna celebrate Tan-tan's birthday (Nicole Tan) and we might be going to SING!

P.S. Karaoke (care-yee-yo-kee) or Karaoke (car-rahh-okay)?

Its the second. Its been ang-moh-ised, and hence, the new way of pronounciation: karaoke (the former).

It was originally from Japan or summat like that. So rightfully, its the latter.

2006-05-08T21:26:00.000+08:00

You can dream, and achieve that dream. It'll land you in a position. If the position ain't entirely good, then you must've dreamt the wrong dream, or went about the wrong way achieving it.

I don't know exactly why I felt like saying that, I just found those words really meaningful. They aren't phrased in a really smart "wordplay"-ey way, but they really mean lots more than what it seems.

And I honestly cannot recall what I told people my dream was except to make BIG money, either find a husband who loves me to bits, and whom I love to bits, and is filthy rich..

OR, be a really hot girl whom NO ONE got, but everyone really wants,

OR, just be a really classy and gorgeous person who has flings all over, but is still well-respected, and looked up to.

I wanna be a lady whom everyone feels is the embodiment of feminine perfection.

Sounds insane? *lol*

Now, how to get the BIG money? (Don't tell me Wheel of Fortune, you toot.)

Acting, most of you say.

Singing, some of you say.

Modelling, close to none of you say.

Dancing, no one says.

After watching "So you think you can dance?", I felt superly inspired, and I'm in a terribly dancey mood.

And I might be saying this on impulse, but my dream (besides getting loadsa money) is really to dance.

Isn't it sad that some people can't achieve the dreams they want to because of something they cannot control?

Like me.. *sighs* When I say I want to dance, most of you probably would have laughed cause I dance funny. *pouts*

I can't help it! Its MY style. :P

But really, I wanna dance. Its such a gorgeous and glamourous thing to do.. And when you dance, it doesn't matter how you speak.

No one saying "You have a funny accent, so you suck as a dancer."

Nope. You dance well? To hell with your accent. To hell with your background.

You CAN dance, and you're good.

(Uhh.. Don't tell me I don't have a funny accent. I never said it was me, and I honestly had no one in mind. :P)

I wanna dance ballroom. SALSA! Nah.. Wouldn't remember the steps. :P But its SO cool.. I wanna learn.

I've already got the ballet posture (or so people say)! All I've to do is act crazy like Giselle in "Giselle (the ballet)" and learn to spin and pirouette. Yeah.

Anyone wanna offer to teach me to dance ballroom (for FREE)? Make sure you're male and hot. In my opinion.

2006-05-07T15:13:00.000+08:00

Stole this from Sebby's blog (which hasn't been updated for more than a year). *sad*

I'm not sure if he made this up himself, but its highly amusing.

Females, read and laugh and feel superior.

Males, read and learn.

Note: Uhh.. don't apply too many mathematical and logical thinking skills, or you'll feel an urge to edit the number of points awarded or taken away. Just note what you get points for and don't.

In the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men: Make the woman happy.

Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points! are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects.

Sorry, that's the way the game is played.

Here is a guide to the point system:

SIMPLE DUTIES

You make the bed (+1)

You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)

You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)

You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)

In the rain (+8)

But return with Beer (-5)

You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)

You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)

You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)

You pummel it with iron rod (+10)

It's her pet (-10)

SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS

You stay by her side the entire party (0)

You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college buddy (-2)

Named Tina (-4)

Tina is a dancer (-6)

Tina has silicon implants (-80)

HER BIRTHDAY

You take her out to dinner (0)

You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)

Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)

And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)

It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colours of your favourite team (-10)

A NIGHT OUT

You take her to a movie (+2)

You take her to a movie she likes (+4)

You take her to a movie you hate (+6)

You take her to a movie you like (-2)

It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)

You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)

YOUR PHYSIQUE

You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)

You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of it (+10)

You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)

You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)

ENJOY THE 'BIG' QUESTION

She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5) [Yes, you LOSE points no matter WHAT]

You hesitate in responding (-10)

You reply, "Where?" (-35)

Any other response (-20)

COMMUNICATION

When she wants to talk about a problem, you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression (0)

You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)

You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+500)

She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)

Funny huh?

2006-05-07T12:06:00.000+08:00

Ooookay... My voice is like.. odd.

My Drama instructor used to tell us not to eat up our words, because what we said couldn't be heard, sometimes.

THAT, we could control.

Now, I'm eating up my words, and I can't control it.

My voice goes loud and soft, loud and soft. Nothing like voice-breaking, I'm afraid. But yeah, it -did- sound like my voice was breaking this morning.

So. Yeah.

THANKS for the sympathy, people! I REALLY appreciate it, even though you all were -kinda- forced.. :P

Now, I'm seeking more.

Was down with a fever yesterday. 37.8 degrees celcius, you know!

Charmaine came over yesterday, and though we slacked MOST of the day away, we managed to do quite a bit.

1. One mother's day card each.
2. One question on transformation.
3. Two questions on cumulative frequency.
4. One question on.. Actually, I don't remember. But for one particular chapter, Charmaine did one more than me. :P

I was feeling kinda.. stoned by the late evening. :P It took me quite a while to register what she was trying to teach me.

Oh well.. I was accused of dressing indecently all the time cause when I went out to pick her up or sent her to the bus stop, I would always be wearing really big shirts, and shorts.

That were kinda short..

..And what worsened that fact that they were short was that they couldn't be seen.

Why?

Cause my shirt would be so long they would go over my shorts.

Oh well.

Thanks to those people who care! Ta!

[Updated cause she realised she missed out on some things.]

I slept last night at around.. 8pm or something.

I decided not to turn on the air-conditioner cause from what I remember the last time I had fever (which was in Secondary two), and all the other times I had fevers (I think there's always an interval of two years. I think.), I was going to have to endure the "hot, cold, hot, cold" feeling.

So I just turned on the fan and switched off the lights, and slept. It was raining pretty heavily, by the way.

Blanket on: Too warm.
Blanket off: Too cold.

BASKET. *grumbles*

In the end, I managed to fall asleep pulling my blanket off and putting it back on repeatedly.

When I woke up again, I think it was around 10pm.

ITCHY, itchy itchy legs. Mosquito bites all over!

Which sucked. I kept scratching, of course. Wonderful. Now I'm going to have spots on my legs for a long time. This means.. NO skirts. *sniffles* But then again, I don't wear skirts anymore.. So. :P

Went back to sleep in the end.

Oh, I ended up not going to church in the morning cause I still had a headache (so apparently I still had a fever).

Messaged Charmaine, then heard a reply but I didn't bother to read it cause I didn't feel like submitting myself to the glare of my handphone light in the dark twice in five minutes. And I had to lift my head briefly, so I would have had to endure the pounding of my head for that brief moment.

Woke up in the morning, fever was gone.

Took my temperature after breakfast just for the fun of it. *lol*

36.2 degrees celcius. Hilarious.

My mummy's banning me from water.

"Insane!" You say.

"Not insane!" her logic says.

Cause she's replacing water with this really icky lime/lemon/orange/whatever it is, really really sour thing. So every time I want to drink water, I have no choice but to drink that weird drink.

But now she's out.. I can drink water! *cackles*

Hmm.. I was just thinking about stuff, and I realised that parents SEEM to love their kids more than they love each other, agree or not? No, actually, I don't want to know. :P

On a sidenote...

Why doesn't anyone say I'm pretty(or anything better, in MY opinion) anymore!?

2006-05-06T09:35:00.000+08:00

My voice has gone down one octave. I used to be able to sing two and a half octaves worth of notes, but guess what!? Now its gone down by.. 3/4s or 1/2, and I lost one octave up there (if any of you all get what I'm saying. I -would- draw a diagram, but I'm too lazy to upload it.).

SUCKS. And my throat hurts.

How did I get this dumb cough/whatever it is?

I was watching Finding Neverland yesterday (Johnny Depp!!!), and Kate Winslet kept coughing and coughing (I think I've watched the show before yesterday.. Looked so familiar.).. And I felt an itch in my throat, so I started coughing too.

So.. the itch didn't go away, so.. yeah. It wasn't all that bad, really. Just a few coughs here and there every now and then.

And then, guess what!? At 1.30am or so.. when I was sound asleep, a friend of mine called (who knows WHAT for? :P). So I woke up, and answered the call.. And my voice was all.. phlegm-tinged. Or however you describe it.

So.. yeah. I fixed it with a few coughs.

Went back to sleep cause my friend got caught by his mum and couldn't talk after all.

Woke up in the morning, my voice.. was.. EWW. Its the dry cough, and a sore throat, and my voice is ALL icky. I can't sing anymore. :( And everything just sounds weird so low.

This is where you all display your sympathy for me (if any). *points to the shoutbox*

ASAP, please. And if you have nothing better to say, don't.

Really. I'm not in the mood for people telling me that this is what Johnny Depp does to me, or laughing at me cause my voice is all icky.

P.S. I've got Chinese oral (prelims) on Monday. Sympathy now?

2006-05-05T16:51:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry, to my secret admirers..

And those people who love me romantically (*cough* Ying *cough*)..

It isn't all that sudden, really.. And you all might be a little surprised.

Shock's the word, really. I mean...

How would you guys (*sighs* FINE... And girls.) react if I said:

GISELLA'S GOTTEN HERSELF A MAN TO LOVE!?!?

..*lol* Actually, I don't know how you people would react.

So.. Yeah.

This post's just to inform you that I've got my attentions on a man. A real, living man. (I'm NOT joking.) Oh yeah, and I wanted those who had designs on me to GIVE UP cause you're too late.

Oh, how I love you, MY darling Johnny Depp.

You know, he's SO charming!!! IN MY OPINION. (And don't tell me you don't know.)

I was watching movies with him in it.. And in one of them, "Blow" (No, its not a dirty movie..), he's got a tummy! *LOL*

Okay.. Here's the thing.

I dislike bulging tummies. They just look... weird. Especially on a man. (I'm sorry if I insult anyone. Its not intentional. I honestly don't have anyone on my mind now but him. Really. And anyways, I haven't been in close contact with ANY man but my dad for weeks. And maybe the canteen vendors.)

But guess what!? When I saw the tummy on Johnny Depp.. My heart just.. MELTED. Aww... SO CUTE!!!

I'm going to be really upset if anyone insults Johnny Depp, or does anything to display their disagreement with whatever I said. The best thing's to just.. not talk about him to me at all.

If you like him, I'll feel you're competition. If you don't, I'll get upset. So. Shh.

So. Yeah.

Leave me alone till I'm over him.. Like how I got over Clay (yeah, we're on a first-name basis... HA! GOTCHA! I was just JOKING.).

What happens to Jackie?

Oh.. I don't use him very very much nowadays since I'm at home and I've got blankets. But yeah.. I put gloves into his pocket that day so I could use him and those gloves during Physics (The AVA theatrette is terribly cold.).

Gloves in Singapore?

...Yeah.

P.S. WHY HASN'T ANYONE OFFERED TO BUY ME THOSE HEELS!? $39.90, by the way.

2006-04-29T15:26:00.000+08:00

*grumbles* LAST NIGHT.. I was typing a blog entry.. And my computer suddenly went down on me. Then it started beeping.

Oh well. Let me try and retype what I did.. Pissing off, you know.

My English exams went a little poopy. The last few paragraphs went a little messy.

I've got two ending-sounding paragraphs. I had wanted to end at the first ending-sounding paragraph, then I realised that I forgot to write a very important part.. So I've got TWO ending-sounding paragraphs now.

Oh well.. Hopefully they won't notice.. And if they do, I hope they manage to create some beautiful bullshit about it.. Like.. its my STYLE or something. Or hopefully they'll be biased. :P

I'm so gonna screw up my results.. And hence, my DSA to some unknown school that I haven't even chosen yet.

OMG!!! Yesterday, Charmaine and I went to Tampines Mall for lunch at Pastamania (Spinach Tortellini for me and Creamy Chicken, Fusilli for Charmaine. Yum!). Then we walked about aimlessly, and we saw this pair of green heels!!!

SO CUTE~~

Especially on me. :D

$39.90!

SUPERLY NICE!

I MUST get it.

But gissy's heavily in debt.

$3 to my dear.
$3 to Sherrie. (I JUST remembered these two.)
$32 to pal.
$40 to church.

A whooping grand total of: $78

$39.90 for the heels that I'm going to buy.

$117.90 to be raised.

I know! Who's gonna buy me a birthday present? You all can just hand me the money. *cackles*

..I was joking.

2006-04-23T19:56:00.000+08:00

Oh gosh... I foresee a VERY panicked Gisella by sleeptime tonight.

Its the English exams tomorrow! And the essay I planned isn't one of the best. I think I shall go seek Kyle's help.

He's always been there when I told him about my essays.. But guess what!?

I've always had a good idea in mind, and it was always fully formed. Now, its.. crap. Really.

And I'm starting to get scared.. Because I'm not sure I can "anyhow link" the one word to the essay anymore.

And if I can't, I think I'll most likely cry. On the spot. Or maybe after the paper.

I think I'll cry before the paper too.. Mid-year papers are the MOST important papers for me, really.

I'm applying DSA through Drama, and they'll be peering at my dumb mid-year results. Its the ONLY chance I've got to score well!

The teachers're telling us the parts that're "VERY important", at which I will perk up and listen to what they say.

I know I'll be minced for the Prelims.. Every school minces their students for the Prelims.

The O-levels.. OUR teachers aren't setting them. Pfft.

If my DSA's accepted, then I just have to get BELOW 20 for my O-levels! Right!? Purrfect.

But, of course, I'll try and get a score that's more decent.. 19 just doesn't seem.. pretty enough for me.

Shit.. My English essay's so gonna suck. Hopefully the teachers'll be biased. Hopefully.

2006-04-22T18:14:00.000+08:00

This is a very sincere, public, apology to a friend who loves me to bits, sending me messages that tells me she misses me at random, to which I usually don't reply.

On the 12th of April (which, I am assuming, was her birthday), I didn't contribute to her happiness by wishing her a happy sweet sixteenth.

I'm SO sorry, Yings. Its just that I don't remember birthdays that aren't close to mine.. The only birthdays I remember are the ones I knew when I was in primary school.

For example.. I remember that Pearlin's birthday's on the 24th of July.. Kim's birthday's on the 1st of November.. Actually.. I think that's it. Zi Xuan and Renee's birthdays are.. on the 7th and 9th of July. Respectively? I don't remember. Rina's birthday is somewhere around National day.

But NOW I remember that Ying's birthday is on the 12th of April, because I didn't know it, and didn't give her cause to thank me, and I don't know why.. I felt SUPERLY bad.

Why?

Because she's told me she loved me a million times (not really.. that was a hyperbole), but I never said I loved her too, because I don't love (My sayang told me I live a sad life) anyone except for my family and some friends.

Because she's told me she missed me a hundred times (hyperbole), but I never told her I missed her too. Not entirely, at least.

So.. I'm sorry Ying. Especially since your 16th birthday must've meant a lot to you.. As much as it would mean a lot to everyone else (except for me).

And I know this won't mean much anymore (nah.. just joking. You might just cry or something.), but.. Happy belated birthday.

2006-04-11T19:12:00.000+08:00

Alrighties.. Its been ages, and people're missing me *cough* Ying *cough* and bugging me for an update *cough* En-en *cough*.

So. I can HARDLY remember what happened at all last week, except from Friday.

Alright.. Friday. Uhh.. Exercise period. *nods* Hilarious, I tell you!

There was this song.. It went "Whatcha waiting (x5) for~". And the teacher leading us went "What're you waiting for!?" That teacher SURE knows how to get the girls high. -Some- girls high. Me in particular. *wolf calls* Its just really amusing and really gets me high.

Saturday! Oh man, I think that Saturdays are starting to turn into shopping days for me. *blinks* I just can't seem to go straight home after Drama.

Went for lunch with my dear at Pizza Hut. Invited Sherrie along!

Had a wonderful time. Superly fun.

For the first time in YEARS, I took neoprints.

And I'd never taken neoprints in the past. Only ONE. And I didn't keep it.

Hang on, I took one more when I was superly young. Like 5. Or was it 4?

Okay.. We were at Tampines Mall, so we took neoprints. There're pictures!!! I might just post all of them up one day. One day. OR~ You can always keep checking Sherrie's blog. I think she's gonna post them soon. *innocent* (Leave the dirty work to her. *backspaces*)

So.. Forgot to talk about Drama. *lol* It was a photoshoot day, mostly. Rushed to steal Naddy from a prefects' meeting so she could help me with the sarong kebaya. The brooch (I still don't know how to pronounce it. :P).

Uhh.. Found the make-up box for our Drama.. Naddy happily started donning make-up on me. Pfft. Her lip gloss.. Made my lips.. So... heavy... *grumbles*

It started smudging. Looked as though I got kissed and I didn't touch my make-up up.

Eunice starting complaining whilst drawing my eyebrows that they were ugly and one was thicker than the other (not the drawn ones, the original ones.). Naddy took over.

Sunday.. Stayed home. Studied Physics.. Multitasked. Computer and Physics at the same time.

Monday!! School was supposed to end at 1.45pm. My Chemistry teacher gave us a worksheet and insisted that we complete it before we could go home.

Alrighties.. Rushed out of school. It was 2pm.

I was supposed to get to Toni and Guy's Academy!! Appointment at 4pm.

Had to meet Maria at 3.15pm at Kembangan MRT.

I was walking at lightning speed. Perhaps the speed of sound.

Got home by.. 2.50pm. Changed, rushed out. That took less than 5 minutes.

Rushed to Kembangan. Maria was supposed to get onto the train. She didn't.

Stopped at Eunos and got onto the next train.

Had my haircut. I told them they could do ANYTHING they wanted to, as long as I could tie my hair up entirely.

Afetr the haircut (which took AGES, by the way, cause my hair's so SO thick), Maria said she didn't see any difference. *pouts* I did!

Well, -I- like it, and that's all that matters.

I felt like a manecquin, then a watermelon, then a papaya. Then I had to keep switching chairs. Then I had to keep standing and sitting. Oh well.

But I'm SOOO happy. Made me feel so new. *cackles* I'll go back. I don't know when.

FINALLY.. Ta!

(Happy I've FINALLY updated!?)

2006-04-01T16:56:00.000+08:00

Yesterday.. Don't exactly remembered WHAT happened, but exercise was FUN! As usual. This time, I was standing behind with Rachelle and Maria. For once, Maria did the exercise a lot. *cackles* Thanks to Rachelle and I. We were going hyper.. A little.

TODAY~~

Drama was pretty fun. Ended 15 minutes early.

Went to Far East with Naddy and my dear. We had lunch together at Long John's Silver (I really prefer the one at Paya Lebar loads more. The staff there're more enthusiastic and hyper.) before Naddy left cause she had tuition at 2pm at Pasir Ris.. So she left at one.

My dear and I stayed on, and we walked into this shop that sold earrings. Honestly, I have NO idea what its name was.. But it was awesome!!

3 pairs of earrings --> $10
4 pairs of earrings --> $12

*cackles* My dear and I decided to buy 2 pairs each. We spent an hour or so there!

It was EARRINGS HEAVEN.

SO MANY~~

SO NICE!

Yay, I bought really really big ones so that my $3 for each pair'll be really worth the money. (*cough* Cheapskate! *cough*)

YAY!!! I'm so pretty! More so than ever!

And I don't know whether to pierce my other ear. I can do that.. And then wear a proper stud on my left ear and an ear stick on my right.. Or just leave it as one. I think I'll leave it as one. :D

Yay, wore the pink one all the way home. SO PRETTY, my goodness! Me, that is.

*gasps* No earrings? Just one stud? Boo-oooring.

Okay, this picture taken so you can compare it to all the other ones that're smiling.

Gosh, is that gissy with the AWESOME earrings!? Is that, is that!? Boy, does she look pretty (in her opinion, and opinions are never wrong.)

OMG...

I tell you all, I have a dimple, but its VERY slight.

I'm not exactly sure if its my vein, though. I'm so sure I saw a dent. *pouts*

2006-03-30T17:24:00.000+08:00

Wonderful. How dumb is it to have a person dump you over silly things, like not letting her drink your water? Its just DUMB.

Its also petty. And now, I have a whole new view on relationships. Its quite silly.

I never knew that relationships could start without you even knowing. I mean, mutual attraction doesn't necessarily mean a romantic relationship.

She DUMPED me, when we didn't even agree on having a proper romantic relationship together! It wasn't even official. Gosh.

*lol* Spastic. Ignore all that.

Before the run, Samantha Teo (now known as "THAT girl") (Oh, and yes, she IS that girl who was analysing the ballet performance with me.) and I were walking to ECP.

She asked for some water (cause I was holding onto my water bottle). I let her take it, then I realised that I was sharing the puny bottle with Charmaine. And Charmaine drinks a lot. And Rachelle also takes my water too. Sometimes.

Oh well. She started sulking. Then she started calling me "THE girl".

After the 2.4km run, we went back to school, changed in class (Men's' heaven.), then went to the air-conditioned AVA theatrette for Physics.

*LOL* THAT girl walked into the theatrette, then greeted everyone individually, then skipped me.

"I shall say hi to everyone, but not THE girl." Hilarious.

All that happened yesterday.

I decided to call her THAT girl today.

Whoops! Forgot to mention that yesterday was the first day that I actually ran with Sijia our 2.4km run. Not the ENTIRE run.. Just the last part.. Right before the pond.

Quiet nice talking to her. Found out we didn't realise each other existed till secondary 3. I'm not very sure, though. Oh well.

Better go!