"I love you baby, and if it's quite alright, I need you baby, to warm the lonely nights."
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Mood: Financially BROKE!Music: Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Muse
Book: Curious Incident of The Dog in The Night-Time - Mark Haddon
What's up with the longggggggggg title ANYWAY??
Just a few days ago, when i FINALLY decided to take the effort to read my Literature book... it was then that I realized how boring it was. SERIOUSLY! I fell asleep at what, chapter 11? And it wasn't even the ACTUAL chapter 11. Cus, you know, narrator of the book uses prime numbers to label the different chapters, and not the usual cardinal numbers.
In other words,
I fell asleep at page 7.
And trust me, the problem wasn't ME being SLEEPY. It was purely the BOOK. Cus i clearly remember glancing at the clock just before i dozed off, and it said 9 pm.
One thing you gotta know is that:
On normal basis, Veron don't sleep before 12am.
Well, i shan't be too negative towards the book. SOME pages are QUITE interesting. For example, I got this from page 12 and 13 today:
Then they worked out that the universe was expanding, that the stars were all rushing away from one another after the Big Bang, and the further the stars were away from us the faster they were moving, some of them nearly as fast as the speed of light, which was why their light never reached us. I like this fact. It is something you can work out in your own mind just by looking at the sky above your head at night and think without having to ask anyone. And when the universe has finished exploding all the stars will slow down, like a ball that has been thrown into the air, and they will come to a halt and they will all begin to fall towards the centre of the universe again. And then there will be nothing to stop us seeing all the stars in the world because they will all be moving towards us, gradually faster and faster, and we will know that the world is going to end soon because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling. Except that no one will see this because there will be no people left on the earth to see it. They will probably have become extinct by then. And even if there are people still in existence they will not see it because the light will be so bright and hot that everyone will be burnt to death, even if they live in tunnels.
Picturing these few paragraphs in my head kinda fascinated me.
ANYWAY, let's move on with our lives. (Ms Koh's favorite line)
OH, YEAH, just yesterday, she exclaimed in class that she found out some of us called her a bimbo behind her back. And that, she finds it funny.
I still remember thinking to myself: HAHA, whoever that person is, is so damn right. HAHA, we share the same thinking! Hmmmm... *pause to ponder*... who IS that person??
After school, Ms Koh came to me, giggling, and asked: Veron ah, am i really a bimbo???
-jaw drops-
And that's how i got the answer.
It was actually ME. :O
And the funny thing is, I don't even remember myself SAYING it. Well, okay, I did blog about it before.... which is even worst, but, whatever, that isn't the point now.
I should be more careful with my content from now on then. :s
Okay, yes, seriously, let's move on with life.
Some of you are commenting that my blog posts are LONGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Like really LONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Well, personally, i think blogs with short posts are really
BORING.
Not only SHORT posts, but also post which goes like:
todae , ie go meet dardar fr mum-mum ^,^
thn h0rh , ie saw mie xia0sugar nnd xia0devil nnd xia0angel.
wahhs , go out boh ji00000 ~ ))))=
hahhas , nbhermind . ie still g0rt mie dardar (((=
thn aftr we finish , we g0 find his fwenz , ahl0ng nnd ahb0ii nnd aht00t .
they veli farnie l0rhx . hahhas .
thn jiu slackslack , smokesmoke , playplay , veli siannnn ~
thn ie jiu nid g0 hm lerh ))= sorri dardar
mie dardar pei mie hm w0rh !! ^,^
wo aie ni, dardar ! dun eber leave mie !
2211o7, nd still countinq ! ^,^
eh eh , anni cuming lerh lehx ! hehes ^,^
erm,
...........
okay.
Oh, btw, that was an example i came up with.
Thank goodness i suck at twiting.
What's with all the double letters and words, Xs and Zs, xia0-this and baby-that and ah-what
?!?!?!?!?!
-ouchhhhhh, my eye-
I prefer posting about my views and opinions towards a certain controversial topic. That's what blogging is all about anyway, ain't it? Save all the 'who I saw' and 'where I went' and 'what I did' for your own private DIARY and bore YOURSELF to death when you read it over and over again, and not post it on a publicly-accessible BLOG and bore OTHERS to death when THEY read it over and over again. Like seriously, who gives a freaking damn about who you bumped into at the mall or which HDB block chilled at with your xia0angels or ahwhatevers??
Well, unless you're friends with Britney Spears or Robert Pattinson.
Otherwise, fortunately,
I. Don't.
CARE. :)
Hmm,
Most of you would still remember, not some time ago, me + bangs. Right?
Well, I'm gonna go back to the alien-bangs-world again, sometime soon ^^v
But the problem now is, which?
It's either
This,from 2007,
which is thinner,
or
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As much as you guys would LOVE to choose this,no,
this is NOT an option.
HAHA.
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This,from 2008,
which is thicker.
So yeap, dear readers, do help me decide!
Factors to take into consideration:
- I have a f-ugly tie added to my uniform now,
- My hair is longer (waist-level when let down)
- I refuse to be Suzie's victim.
Speaking of hairstyles, let's talk about re-bonding and extensions.
I know most of you girls out there are going gaga over re-bonded and fake hair. Oh, okay, guys too.
My personal opinion towards GUYS with such hairdos?
Is that even a question??
You should know me well enough by now to fill in the blanks right?
_AY.
No offense.
Oh wait, it's not an offense. It's a fact.
So, i shouldn't feel guilty or apologetic for saying that, cus even though it's brutal, it's also the truth.
My personal opinion towards GIRLS with re-bonded/fake hair?
Foolish.
Which is nicer word for Stupid.
I admit, once upon a time, I myself was going gaga over re-bonding and extensions too. But FYI, that was in Sec 1. And it was only that ONE TIME. After that, I swore that i'll never, EVER destroy my hair, EVER, again. Thank goodness too.
Natural beauty IS beauty. Re-bonding your hair would make it look like any others. Like hello, welcome to the world of CLONES.
As for extensions,
I really don't see what's so cool about it. It's not your hair. It's someone else's. WHICH IS GROSS! Imagine if it's hair from the dead -jaw drops- And don't come arguing with me saying there's such a thing as fake-hair extensions. Cus THAT, would be even worse. It's fascinating, actually, seeing people waste money. Hey, i have a suggestion. Why not take a BROOM or MOP, pluck a few strands out, and stick it to your hair??????? ^^
-BROOMS-
For punk, short, spiky hair
^^
For punk, short, spiky hair
^^
See? You can get sooooo many strands of green and red fake hair easily!How chic!
:D
WOW! Now there's even BLUE :O
Check this out!Different shades of BROWN yoh~
Very classy :)
-MOPS-
For longer, more elegant, bushier hair.
Check these people out! AWE-SOME MUCH? ^^
For longer, more elegant, bushier hair.
Check these people out! AWE-SOME MUCH? ^^
And the best part of using brooms and mops is that, when you get sick of your fake hair, you can still return them back to where they belong (a stick). Now a proper mop/broom, you can use use it in a NORMAL and CIVILIZED way, or even use it to knock your own head to get some sense back into you.Talk about AWE-SOME. ^^
If you think re-bonding and extensions are pretty,
-snorts-
it's f-ugly.
Your hair would look DEAD. Not that natural hair breathes lah. Like omg, how freakish would THAT be if your hair BREATHES?! .....*picturing that thought*......... -jaw drops-. Oh wait, actually, it's kinda cute, with your hair moving up and down by itself, like your chest does when you're breathing in and out.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! XD
Okay, back to the point.
Re-bonded/Fake hair lacks that natural bounciness that natural hair has. There's no volume or wave in your hair, and in case you don't know what does that mean, putting it in simple words: your hair's just heading for the ground, straight DOWN. The only thing that makes it fly or move, is the wind. But in some extension cases, the bottom half of the hair (which is fake) doesn't move/fly/bounce, while the top half of the hair does (cus it's natural hair). In cases like these, I can't help but laugh...... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH! XD
THUS, i rather PERM/CURL my hair. Seriously.
Re-bonding and extending of hair is so freaking expensive! Not only that, it's so hard to manage too. I can't understand why some people are just WILLING to spend the money to give themselves extra TROUBLE. Hmmmm.
AHA! I'm enlightened.
The only answer I managed to come up with,
is that they are
BIMBOS.
I'm not directing this section to anyone. In fact, I didn't expect myself to post opinions on HAIR either. Such a random topic.
Anyway,
if being random, sarcastic, and down-to-earth makes me a bitch, then yeah,
oh-kaye :)
Before I forget, I shall dedicate this section to DARREN MOK, for being such an asshole ^^
So, after I came back from OBS, my PM was KURT, which is my OBS group name, btw.
Here's the msn convo we had... (modified, cus I can't remember his exact words)
D: Hey! Isn't KURT a guy's name? o_O
V: Hello! :) Yeah, it is. He's the founder of OBS or some Sailor thingy i can't remember..
D: Oh. So you're a fan of him?
V: huh? o_O KURT IS MY OBS GROUP NAME!
D: Oh. So....... you're in this fan club that's dedicated to a guy name KURT?
V: Oh, My, God, DARREN, ARE YOU RETARDED?!?! OBS is a CAMP, and in that CAMP, my group name is KURT! So yes, i love my GROUP, which also means i love KURT!
D: OH OH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
later on that day
V: Ahhhhhh, the stupid plaster mark is damn fugly!!! T_T
D: HAHAHAHA! I can imagine. HAHA! You're now a white tigeress! HAHAHA!
V: =.=
D: HAHAHA! ROAR! HEAR THE WHITE TIGRESS ROAR!!!!
V: Uhhh...
D: AND SEE IT'S CLAWS. IT'S GOING TO KILL ME! HAHAHAHA!
V: ...
D: Okay lah. I better shut up, before the white tigress attacks me. :D
notice that i barely said more than 10 words, and that he said more than 40.
and just yesterday
D: Why your PM all so chim one???
V: Cus your capacity to understand it is small. :)
D: It's not small capacity. I just don't get your situation!!
V: Huh?
D: Er, i don't know either. HAHAHAHA.
V: =.= You're a HIMBO.
D: WHAT'S THAT?!
V: Male version of BIMBO?
D: HUH?!?! You're not allowed to make that kind of crappy stuffs up! ONLY I CAN!
V: Who cares?! HAHA!
D: The male version of BIMBO is MIMBO.
V: Really????? :O
D: Yeah, according to ME. Cus girls have Boobs, and guys have Moobs!
V: WHAT A HORRIBLE INVENTION! MIMBO SOUNDS LIKE A GAY PLANT'S NAME, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!
D: That would be like, TAU-GAY.
V: huh?
D: cus you said a GAY PLANT what!
V: Oh. Okay. Brrrrrrrr~ =.=
D: HAHA! That was lame. =.=
And so, yeah, that's my friend.
I'm so, so embarrassed. :s
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Cherine and I are officially DONE with the Student Leaders' Investiture dance(s). Phew~ We've been like, freaking out the WHOLE WEEK.
Don't get me wrong. I like dancing. But CHOREOGRAPHING a dance is a different thing. Choreographing a dance requires GAZILLION brain cells. And i'm seriously kinda sick of choreographing dances. There's like
;Planning Committee dance
;YCS camp'o8, FanChoy's performance (dance)
;Sec1/2 mass dance
;Cheer-leading dance
and now this.
Cherine and I only had like, exactly 3 days?
The effort and time put in by the band members and Benjamin was alas, wasted, cus it was taken out at the very last minute. Like, what the hell luh, seriously.
Now Xavier's the only one giving us the rhythm for the dance. And it's really, really weird, not dancing to a proper tune.
GAH. Whatever.
Just do our part well, and hopefully everything else falls into place.
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THURSDAY was a really SPECIAL (and rather sad) DAY for this particular alien:
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I don't know why, but i really loveeeeee this picture of her :)And, her birthday was rather screwed up, cus she couldn't celebrate it, thanks to the SL dance and investiture rehearsal and basically, all that shit luh.
Anyway, my gift to her is separated into 4 parts.
That's her inhaler.And this part came to her on Monday :)
ISN'T IT PRETTY, BE-DAZZLED WITH ALL THE GLITTER AND DIAMANTES?!
Cherine begs to differ though,
so ungrateful!
Hrmph!
That's her table.And this part came to her on Thursday MORNING.
I swear i felt like a damn zombie that day, waking up at 6AM just to reach school earlier than her. But I failed anyway. Gabriel and Samuel had to come into the original plan and get her out of the classroom. LOL.
Anyway, it spells HAPPY QUEK DAY !:D
p/s, we had fun bursting it afterward. HAHA.
The third part of her present was also presented to her on Thursday MORNING. It's a collage I made (which took me the whole freaking week!), and it consisted of all our horrible, unglamorous pictures. I forgot to take a picture of it, so you can pester Cherine all you want to have a look at it :) All i can say is, I'm really impressed with it myself. : o
And the fourth part of her present, was shared by all of us (girlfriends). The usual soft toy, book, couple-stuff, and yadda yadda :)
All in all, i hope she feels EXTRA loved and special on that very day,
and that all the sweet surprises and gifts were able to make up for all the nasty after-school shit.
I'll take this opportunity to wish all the up-coming February babies..
♥ APPLE AND CLAUDIA (15/02)
♥ WEIYANG (16/02)
♥ YVONNE AND PEARLYN (17/02)
♥ MADELINE (20/02)
♥ JOANNA AND LIJUN (21/02)
♥ BENJAMIN KOH (22/02)
♥ WEISHENG (24/02)
♥ JOANNE AND SHANNON (26/02)
♥ MYSELF (27/02)
a very, very happy birthday ^^
Go ahead, feel as much love as you want, be as special as you want, cus YOUR day only comes once a year!
And this is why i'm always financially broke in the month of February.
SO MANY BABIES, SIDE-BY-SIDE. Geez.
Not forgetting Valentines' Day, where all the stupid shops overcharge us for flowers and candies.
I'm still feeling very depressed over MY birthday, cus it happens to fall on the same day as the school's cross-country...........
of all the nasty things in the world,
this is one i will NOT tolerate.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! )x
No one will bother to carry presents to a freaking cross-country event.
Not to mention a cake.
Not to mention celebrate, cus everyone will be too tired by the end of the day.
Not to mention plan surprises, cus we don't even know where the event's gonna be at yet.
No one will be excited or happy on that day, cus hello, who gets ecstatic over 3.2km?!
I'm lucky enough if anyone even wants to shake my hand, being sweaty and all.
ARGH!
Even so, I still feel compelled to say:
DO NOT ASK ME WHAT I FREAKING WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY.
Cus, i really don't see the point in receiving something which i've "ordered".
Sincerity is, most unfortunately, absent.
If you ask me what i really want, FINE, here's a list:
1) something from the bottom of your heart
2) something that makes me smile
3) something that's unexpected
4) something that makes me feel special to you
5) something that makes me feel loved by you
6) something that i deserve
7) something that i'm worthy of
8) something which no other people on Earth can give
and the list goes on and on.
If you can't think of anything, then don't give me anything, seriously, cus it shows that i've failed to make an impact in your life, and that i'm not worth your time or effort. It also goes to show that i've failed as a friend.
In other words, I'm insignificant to you.
For my birthday last year, my mom couldn't think of anything to get for me on my birthday. And so, all i received from her,
was a hug.
That unexpected gift made me feel special to her, made me feel loved by her, and made the end of my lips turn up to form a smile. That hug expressed everything she wanted me to know and feel on my birthday, from a simple "I love you" to "You're the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me." A soft toy, or a collage, or a bouquet of flower wasn't capable of letting me know how much i meant to her, all she needed was a simple, wordless, hug.
So all i'm asking for, is not a gazillion karat diamond ring, or an enormous house made of chocolate and ice-cream, and neither am i asking for a trip to Paris, nor a white pony,
all i ask of you, is something from the bottom of your heart.
After all, it is the thought that counts by the end of the day.
Same goes for Valentines' Day.
Honestly, apart from the lil written notes from my girlfriends, and also for those of you who passed me cookies/candies personally,
i didn't feel anything at all.
This is probably the most DISASTROUS Valentines' Day i've EVER had so far. Not to mention the fact that i forgot to bring everyone's Valentines' Day gift.
Come to think of it, I think the idea of Valentines' Day is b.u.l.l.s.h.i.t.
No offense to all ye lovesick people out there.
Valentines' Day is a day of love and a time to express gratitude towards your loved ones and friends and neighbors and yadda yadda yadda yadda...................
-snorts-
AIN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO DO THAT EVERYDAY?
Oh, so what, on Valentines' Day itself you're some angelic, friendly and Nirvana-achiever, and for the rest of the other 364 non-Valentines'-Day-day, you go about behaving like a total asshole to others, and take people for granted??? Oh, okay, so, erm, Valentines' Day is a day of hypocrisy??
The thing is, you're supposed to love your friends and family EVERY, SINGLE, DAY OF YOUR LIFE. No one says that it's wrong to give your friends chocolates and flowers as and when you feel like it. In fact, I find it more touching that way.
My friends know that I love them, and I know that my friends love me. So, Valentines' Day is really redundant. It just serves as a good reason for all the typical bitches to flaunt their popularity. Like "OOO, i got soooooo many roses and Ferrero Rocher chocolates! Huh, you only got one lollipop ah? Aiyoooo, so poor thing..." when it's actually "HA-HA-HA, i got sooooo many admirers. You got one only ah? Of course lah, i'm prettier than you, so boys would rather flirt with me than YOU, stupid pimple-face geek. Neh-ni-neh-ni-poo-poo~". So you see how Valentines' Day is a day where people feel demoralized, and left out?
p/s, Ferrero Rocher is over-rated. -rolls eyes- Just because there was once an advertisement showing how the WRAPPER of the chocolate can actually be folded into a ROSE, doesn't mean you HAVE TO go about giving people Ferrero Rochers on Valentines' Day,
for goodness sake!
I have a pretty good mind not to give anyone anything this year.
But, seeing how i've already bought the materials, i might as well just give them out....
OH.
I have this really interesting friend. (Yes, I referred to you as INTERESTING. Stop smirking!)
Guess what he's gonna give me for Valentines' Day?
A fish.
I know your jaws are probably dropping, and by now, reaching the ground already.
Don't worry, cus that was my immediate reaction too.
Until i realized,
by fish,
he meant
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THIS.Ah, I see...
I am most enlightened. ^^
So, back to Friday. This year's Total Defense Day was rather... interesting?
They made the whole school switch off all the lights and fans from 9am to 10am, AND sold only porridge during recess, to let us have a taste of how life would be like if there wasn't a Total Defense Day.
Honestly, I can survive. ^^
But, I guess most of my girlfriends would rather die. HAHA.
I did tell you guys before that i've fallen in love with Century Egg Congee right???
Oh, right, I didn't. Well, now you know, I do ^^
I think this is the week we got back our English Papers.
Guess what? I got a 19/25 for the composition i said i screwed up. Mrs Ng remarked that my starting was good, but spoiled by the lack of a proper ending.
And, for the comprehension test, almost the whole class failed. Everyone got like between the 10-20 range, when the total's 50 (i think) And everyone's whining about how shitty their results were and how their percentage is so freaking low.....
FYI,
I've got an 8.
Which is a 32%.
And I'm not even whining, even though i'm really worried. Like great, first semester, and i've already FLUNKED a subject... really, GREAT.
So,
SHUT UP.
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WHEE-OO.
Guess what's my new crazy loveeeee!? :)
I'll give you a clue:
Last year, it was flowers.
Okay, that didn't really help.
No prizes to the correct guesses! B-)
It's
BALLOONS! ^^
YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~
YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~
Don't you feel intrigued???
Heart-Shaped Balloons are the new Red Roses.^^
Okay, so Daddy came home yesterday morning, just as I was leaving for school. He's going back to Aussie next week, I think. And, i've ordered lotsa Aussie chocolates B-) They're the BEST luh, seriously! And all the branded chocolates are freaking CHEAP too! Can't wait....
He's now fixing the toilet-flush, which, FYI, broke again. : S GAH.
Oh, he thinks FBTs are gay for men to wear.
THAT'S MY DAD! AWE-SOME! We share the same, normal taste after all : )
Speaking of gay,
I think that's one of my Top 10 most frequently used word.
Ironic huh. -snorts-
I think gays make better friends than straight guys.
Just like how guys make better friends than girls.
For the second sentence, the reason is obvious:
Guys bitch WITH you, but not ABOUT you.
One thing i've learned about guys is that, if you don't irritate or annoy them to the extend of them hating you, they can actually keep major secrets really well. And chances of them spreading to other people is like, almost nil. Cus, guys don't spend their free time gossiping. Seriously. And as much as I would hate to admit it, guys aren't as bo-liao as girls.
For the first sentence, the reasons are also quite obvious:
1) With straight guys, there's bound to be some boundaries. Like, hello, you don't go bra-shopping with your normal GUY FRIENDS. But with gays, it's okay. In fact, gays prove to be a bunch of artistic people (dance, poetry, music, fashion, and any other forms of art), probably to make up for the fact that they aren't sporty people, so they can even give you their personal opinions about the different bra designs you choose.
(Trust me, i feel weird discussing about bras in MY blog, but, yeah, it's true!)
2) With gays, there isn't a possibility of falling in love with each other. EVER. All your secrets are kept safe, for good. With straight guys, there's a possibility of falling in love after quite some time. And when that happens,
it sucks.
2a - He falls for you, you don't feel the same. Things will get awkward, and the friendship, along with the trust built, is broken. And if there's any hard feelings, secrets will be leaked out.
2b - You fall for him, he doesn't feel the same. Ditto 2a.
2c - You both fall for each other. Great at first, cus you'll both know each other really, really well by then. But after the breakup (which will most probably happen. Refer to my post dated Feb1), ditto 2a.
So, if i ever call you a gay-friend (this applies to girls as well, HAHA), don't get offended, cus i meant it as "you're a good friend" :)
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Alrighty!
That's enough crapping to last you guys for yet another week :)
Honestly, i'm tempted to close down my blog.
I used to blog like, every single day. Then i cut it down to alternate days. And now, it's once a week. But as you guys know, leisure is inversely proportionate to work. Which means that, the more work i get, the lesser free-time i have.
&, Sec3 life is life
-less.
If there isn't a test, there's a need to study. If there's a test, there's a need to study even harder. Either way, studying is still involved. I barely even have time to get proper rest until the weekends, which is when i start 'refilling' my rest-meter. Take today for example, I slept for 13 whole hours, and woke up at 5pm in the evening... -jaw drops-
Another reason is that, my interest in blogging is like.... dying?
I don't know.
I shall see how it goes :)
Till next time!
xoxo,Veron.
Said night-night world @ 7:38 PM