Tuesday, January 31, 2012

wrists


today my english teacher showed us an article telling you how to be happy.
one way was to wear a rubber band round your wrist and snap it on your wrist whenever you had a negative thought.
so me and my friend tried it.
apparently we are very negative people because that that rubber band snapped alot.
ouch. it was painful.
and by the end of the lesson we both had bright red streaks across our wrists and we said okay thats enough stop it hurts.
but that couldn't hide the streaks which looked like scars.
i was afraid someone would think i was cutting my wrists so i had to walk with my arms folded. luckily they faded by the end of school

Monday, January 30, 2012

back before the fall


today my friend asked me what special thing was happening on the 11th feb.
i guessed lots of things (first thing being her birthday because i didn't want her to think i forgot but it wasn't. um not very good at remembering birthdays)
Then i guessed Valentine's day.
my friend gave me a strange look and said it was on the 14th feb.
oh dear.
you see, this is what comes of
1) Being in a girls school
2) Having no other half

you forget the most cliched and Hollywood over dramatised day of the year.
(just in case you were wondering, on the 11th feb Broadway is showing the 10 000th Phantom of the Opera performance or something like that. which is pretty earth shaking on its own.)

some comfort here

sms faux pas



this is how i feel ALL THE TIME

flitter fly flee flo


i used to believe that if i sang a special song, fairies would appear magically in my bathroom.
this is how it goes:
"fairy fairy in the tree won;t you come out and play with me
in my shoe or in my knee, fairy fair play with me."

I know its nonsensical but oh well, i have written it down so i will forever remember (on the computer) my childhood innocence.

head banger


there's a woodpecker out side my window.
it had a really intricate red and yellow crest of feathers on its head that looked like a mohawk.
my mum just showed it to me.
but unlike conventional woodpeckers it is pecking at a palm leaf and not a tree trunk.
when i asked my mum why she said, "i don't know. mad, crazy, punk."

:(


last night nadal lost to djokovic.
this morning there was a  picture of djokovic in the paper with the caption "he's hot" (just because, like a million other guys out there, he took of his shirt to proclaim his victory). and no one talked about how nadal is also hot (because according to my friend, a person is immediately promoted to 'hot' once he has abs. which i don;t agree with, because what if you're horrible. horrible has more letters than hot and thus over rules it. which is logical because i am a leo.)
and then today o found out that 2 friends are unhappy, and i feel for them, but i (being the introverted awkward  thing i am) have no idea how to make them happier
this is terrible.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

efficiency


i am supergirl. seriously. i finished all my homework. yesterday. and still had time to watch tin tin, which btw is not as bad as hannahmysisterwhodoesnotliketintinsays.
i have decided that tumblr is very emo and i have gone back to blog surfing instead of tumblr surfing, except that i only surf one funny blog, which has since lost its funniness so i am stuck reading the posts from 3 years ago.
yes
i hope i don;t become like that when i get a boyfriend (because the said blog's author has lost her online blogging sense of humour since finding her other half.)

Lack of artistry


i think i am someone born devoid of artisticness in my veins, despite the fact that my parents think other wise.
i mean, those 'gestural' and 'abstract' school paintings were just basically splattering paint on paper in strange shapes,
and the lampshade in my rooms was just a matter of drawing circles and squiggles which could be interpreted as noses (though if you saw it on its own you'd probably think it was a snake with a terrible stomach ache.)

Before ballet


i have just found out that before ballet everyday when i am having my routine of showering and changing and tying my bun as perfect as i can i am now going to have to clean the bathroom.
CLEAN THE BATHROOM
ugh.
its pretty fun, because when you clean the bathroom you can just spray soap everywhere and then spray water everywhere and while you are doing that you can have a not-in-the-bathtub shower.
but
i don't think it will be if i do it week after week.
like school

to make tongues water


today, (as punishment for previously saying my mum's food tasted strange) i had to cook lunch.
at first i kind of freaked out because, well, i can only really properly cook plain spaghetti, microwave pizza/other microwave food(though that isn't really cooking, its being able to push buttons), fried eggs sandwiches, other eggy things (omelettes and scrambled eggs) and desserts.
so i decided to do some spaghetti and then just bung some prego sauce (from a jar) into it and throw some tofu in the microwave and put it on the spaghetti and serve it like that (which now sounds pretty gross if you ask me)
so as i was cooking the spaghetti (albeit in the microwave) i decided to become a superstar chef all of a sudden so i ran to the computer and searched for a vegetarian pasta sauce that was tomato based and write down all the ingredients. unfortunately i did not write down the quantities but it was ok because they were just numbers which i made up later. so i chopped up garlic and onions and threw them to sizzle in the pan. then i put in 2 huge glugs (my measurement for stodgy liquids/sauces) of tomato sauce, then i sprinkled coriander,oregano and parsley into the sauce until there was an almost equal blend of green and red. Then i mixed it until it was mixed and then i served it.
and it actually tasted quite nice, though my mum said it didn't have enough water (correction it didn;t have ANY water) and i thought it had a bit too much of herbs. My dad thought it was wonderful of course, like anything good i do.

Friday, January 27, 2012

it could only be JOEY :)

Thank you


in sign language thank you looks like a kiss

savoury


chilcken pilaf is the best.
the best i tell you.

The help


i want to watch this SO bad

va va voom


today i saw an only indian guy riding a motorcycle.
this is kind of an everyday thing EXCEPT that this indian man was extremely conspicuous in that
a) his bike was the kind of huge one that looks like those bikes hell's angels people ride
b) he had long unruly tangled hair (greying in most areas)
c) he was totally awesome. driving around like that without a care in the world even though he was kind of old.
i respect and envy that kind of innate self confidence.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

cry and die


this is my new favorite phrase (come on admit it it is catchy)
I want to read a cry and die novel (i.e his dark materials by Phillip Pullman which is actually 3 novels but oh well)
and i know where to get them :)
to those lost souls out there, cry and die means extremely sad/touching.

those glory days

you know, kids and teens aren't very different
exhibit A: reaction to handsome males of the same species.

ahaha i love this

the dichotomous hippopotamous


this is what i have learnt in CE.
dichotomous rhymes with hippopotamous rhymes with oesophagus rhymes with asparagus.
and it means narrow minded.
which i apparently am according to irritating yes no tests...

hysterics


choir was so funny today. we were singing Salve Regina today which is a very serious and solemn and stoic catholic song. BUT there is on line that is especially sad (and it tugs at the heart strings if sung right). Unfortunately this line has a word in it which is advacata or something and whenever i saw it today i thought of avocados which made me laugh and Megan laugh and then we'd be lost for a bar or two.
and then me and Naomi came up with 2 new faces. The black face (angry and resentful) and the white face (snobbish) the whiter face is called the white face because it is exactly opposite to the black face.
eheh i can;t stop laughing.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

tis true

ah. i am such a hypocrite.
time for change.

things fall apart, the centre will not hold

i think my family is a prime example of the loss of chinese tradition.
This year i didn't wear new clothes for chinese new year, and when we went to Ama's house, instead of chinese food we had mostly pizza from pizza hut (not that it tasted bad, it tasted good but still...no popiah :( )
and then all the uncles and auntie's when they finally arrived after waking up late because they had been watching football late at night the previous night, only stayed for about 1/2 an hour, and all the kids did was watch a Hollywood movie about Christmas on the TV

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

astral drops


since forever i've had the problem of splitting myself between friends.
in primary school it was class friends, Charmaine and Amy, and Bramina and Isabelle.
Now its Weixin and Ellis group, Clarisa and Wennlin group, and Megan and Yings group.
please guys....make my life easier and love one another...

Mark 12:31

 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’There is no commandment greater than these.”

Monday, January 23, 2012

a matter of face


i hate the concept of face. just to save someones face i had to do something i feel it ethically and morally wrong.
ok perhaps i'm over reacting (which is something i do alot) and being petty but.
every reunion dinner they order sharks fin soup. every reunion dinner i have an inner emotional battle whether to eat it or to shame my aunt in front of every one.
and because its horrible to do the second i force spoonfuls of the goopy stuff down my throat and try not to think of the fact that the thing i'm eating is probably bleeding to death in the dark recesses of the ocean and when it dies and its bones are bleached white by the sea salt bubbles of carbon monoxide will be released and more aquatic creatures will be put to death (yes now i see i'm totally overboard on the melodrama and over reaction but this is truly what i think when i eat it.
so to save one person;s face i cause the death of many animals.
its shameful, im shameful

But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever flowing stream


I've gotten over the fact that i'm a middle child daughter ages ago.
let me explain the significance.
first child is important because, well, its first.
boys are importance because chinese people like boys.
but since i'm neither i used to think i was classified as the most unimportant of my three siblings
but i got over that. ages ago.
mostly because my parents never showed any favoritism.
But every chinese new year that old thorn would prick me again because i almost always got less hong bao money than my siblings. i mean yes, i was being money minded but still, the injustice was too unfair.
especially over timmy (boy boy) who would get Special (with a capital S) hong baos with 5 dollar coins (ooooh rare) and stuff inside them
but this year things have changed and we all got the same amount of money.
the old ghosts are gone.( i don;t know why i wrote that but it seemed significant)

found you

I've been looking all over for this. because its just so _______ (fill in with a nice adjective of your choice)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

a letter to my turtle

Dear OJ
I am sorry that i forget to feed you for 2 days and forgot to clean you for a week
I am sorry that sometimes i am disappointed at how you don't respond to me unless i am holding a food can.
I am sorry that i thought your IQ is so low that you would physically exert yourself to climb through a Lego maze just to get one pellet of food.
I am sorry that i once put you on a tor wheelbarrow because i assumed you would find it fun.
and i am sorry that i sometimes scrub the area around your neck to clean it even though it makes you really irritated.

Love,
Miriam

Friday, January 20, 2012

capture the moment


this was the highlight of my day.
the rest was spent in study and grouchiness.
<3 polaroids, especially with friends.

mission impossible


my principal has put us on a mission to sell SC cares carnival tickets to unsuspecting victims this CNY holiday
i have already made my list of targets.
be prepared

eye opening


we couldn't take our EYES off it
the experience was more than met the EYE
most of us got through it without batting and EYElash
though not everyone in class saw EYE to EYE in the matter

today in bio prac we cut up a cows eye.

nong li xing nian


today we got to wear coloured shirts to school.
not any colour, just red, orange, yellow and pink.
which were supposedly Chinese new year colours.
but that's not really true because according to last weeks issue of urban, green, purple and blue and as well.
anyway, that is besides the point.
i am always besides the point.
ANYWAY (i feel like I'm talking to myself as i write here. i probably am.)
in the morning we watched a dragon dance performance (which was really good except one of the dancers stepped in the tail of the dragon and its pink scales fell off, exposing fluorescent yellow scales underneath), and a lion dance (and the lion threw whole oranges instead of peeling them and throwing the skin)
and then the class reps had to go and give oranges to their teachers and i ran up and down the stairs about 5 times looking for Mrs Chan only to find out that she was in the lobby next to the mike where people give their speeches. So i was walking to her when suddenly i realised the Orange giving time was over and all the class reps had gone back and everyone else was looking at the lobby where someone was saying something and i was walking right towards the centre of attention and i was TRAPPED (ie, i had to give the oranges to mrs chan but i couldn't just cross in front of the people making announcements)
So i hid behind one of the many stands in the lobby that laud our achievements.
i tried to pretend to be a prefect who had all reason to be standing behind a big green board with posters on it. and then i realised that alot of parents who had been normally sitting near their children were walking towards me.
it turned out they were chinese scholar parents here for the new year.
i had to wait til all that was over til i could give the flipping oranges to mrs chan.

a walk to remember


twas the age old story. good girl falls for bad guy.
bad guy becomes good for good girl.
they make plans, decide their future, organise the wedding.
then the good girl gets cancer and dies.

please let some one come up with a good love story that i can feel for.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

let your hair down


i realised recently that people normally don't let their hair down(literally) in public places when their wearing their school uniforms (girls, that is)
why is that?
 i have done it twice in my life this year and both times i was subject to strange glances and the constant haunting fear that someone would take my picture, put it on stomp and come up with some ridiculous story about me....
but when you do let your hair down, there's this feeling of letting go and renewal and SWOOSH.
its so symbolic. and i shall do it more often now.

we have to hug








at the crossroads


tis true, i have become too fickle.
person A or person B?
i don't know.
and the second and third secondary issues are:
classical dance (which i feel very poised and posh in) or free movement dance (which i feel very joyful and sprite like in)?
What song should i choose for choir SOLO??? (dumdumdumdummmmmmmmm)
decisions....

days of yore


i miss the days when the books i read voraciously weren't confined to textbooks and lit books.
i have two spanking new books (well one is actually 2nd hand but but its hard back and i haven't read it so its basically new) and i have no time to read them.
i shall probably bring them when i go visitng for chinese new year so i am not stuck reading the witch comics (which are so primary school) in an attempt to dissuade people from talking to me.
because sometimes its like i have nothing in common with my relatives (and i don't even know if they are my relatives because they are from my gong gongs other wives.)

from dust to dust









I want my grandma to stay alive forever. not to leave me.
ever.