disintegrate

rate

OMFG,
I SURVIVED.

YES, ONE AND ALL BLOG STALKERS WHO NEVER TAG AND THOSE WHO DO.
Rei-En is INCREDIBLY proud to say that she's SURVIVED a session of BADMINTON.
And not died!

As you can see, she's currently posting and typing in third person, and NOT unable to reach the computer because she's six foot under, figuratively speaking of course. But she's not, because she's in the flesh... In the technological, non-linear sense and typing this blog entry.

Or is she...?

For all you humble-numbered readers out there, this could be someone impersonating her pretending to talk about someone impersonating Rei-En just to throw people off her/his/it's scent about him/it/her being a impersonator.

Hmm, ever thought about that?

Rei-En survived training and also:
200 backflaps
150 situps
80-90+ push ups/jumps

HELL YEAH.

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE, SHUTTLING

i wonder how it'd feel like if you were to run in front of a car, and let it smash into you.
would it hurt a lot?
of course, it would.
i wonder.

Labels: LET'S ALL BE EMO AND CUT OUR WRISTS, MUSINGS OF A MOOSE

GUESS WHAT TODAY WAS?
GUESS WHAT I SAID YESTERDAY.
Yeah, yeah.
It was TKD Grading.

I'm quite sure I passed, cause it's seemingly (seemingly) impossible to fail. And of course, if I fail, I'll jump off the top of the HDB building (please let there be one that's only one storey tall) and fall/plummet to my doom.

Pattern (your pattern is good. Keep it up).
Kicking (it was fun, and good I suppose).
Sparring (DON'T SMILE!).

Overall: Sparring sucked.
The others was good.

And this means:
I have no idea.

Labels: KICKASS TAEKWONDO, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

I freaked out a Secondary One kid today.
Her name should be Valerie, or start with V.
I'm so sorry I forgot your name but,
thank you so much.
You saved me loads of aggravation and screaming and freaking out.

Story:
After leaving Open House, I decided to make a detour to the playground, to scope out the area; just to know whether I'd be able to climb and scale the Chin-Up bars there as well.

Cue the shimmying and pulling myself up (I spotted a bee/wasp, but trying to be brave, I dismissed it... Oh, how I regret it), and just as my one of my legs were in 'sitting position' and the other about to swing itself into 'sitting position'.... The bee/wasp (for intents and purporses, it shall now be a bee) decided to fly around my head (what new confuddled thing is this? I never knew that there was something black and blue and white up here, let me go see!) .

I screamed and pratically leaped off the bars (at least 1.6m high), and dashed out of the primary school playground.

Oh! And did I mention, I took off my shoes, so they were on the ground, I left my bag on the ground, with my phone and I-Pod right on top of it.
And I dashed off without taking any of these.

So there I stood, just outside the hall, at the little stairway, pathetic, shoeless, purple-socked and everythingless.

So happy ye me convinced (quite hysterically and insanely and raving like a lunatic) a Sec 1 to follow me.

And she did.

END OF STORY.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING ME.

Moral of the story:
I hate bees and I'm so freaking scared of bees.

Labels: ISN'T THIS SO SPASTIC, MY BORINGBORING LIFE, THINGS THAT SCARE ME

Guess what tomorrow is?

Sunday? 29th June 2008? YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Wait, if it is your birthday,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
If it's not, well,
IT'S TAEKWONDO GRADING!

Ohohoh, I hope I haven't lost my halfawesomeness at sparring.
PLEASE LET ME NOT SUCK AT SPARRING.

Labels: KICKASS TAEKWONDO, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

I think I've ran out of blogging inspiration.

OH HO!
I recieved a letter from my penpal from Australia today.

It makes up for everything crappy today.
I LOVE LETTERS,
ESP HANDWRITTEN, LETTERBOXRECIEVED ONES!
THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY.

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE

Listening to Avenue Q should be made into a law.
It makes me so happy/amused.

There is cool shit to do,
But it can't come to you.
And who knows what?
Dude, you might even score!
OR NOT!
There is life outside your appartment,
YOU'VE GOT TO OPEN THE DOOR.

Labels: MUSINGS OF A MOOSE, SONGS THAT I LOVE

My Taekwondo coach thinks I got fatter.
Thanks a lot dude.

Labels: KICKASS TAEKWONDO, LET'S ALL BE EMO AND CUT OUR WRISTS, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

Waaait a minute.
There seems to be something wrong with our umbrella.
I wonder what.
(staring: Xin Yi in black, Rei-En in white, Umbrella in yellow)

WE CAN'T TAKE A NORMAL PICTURE GOD-DAMNIT.
I love my cousins.
They KICK ASS.
Especially seeing as four out of five take Taekwondo and one tickles really painfully.
(staring: Rei-En in blue, Hui Shan in red, Minn Lin in yellow, Xu Wei in green, Minn Xuan in black)

I think I'm supposed to be smiling, SMILE REI-EN SMILE.
Damnit, that looks more like a grimance.
(staring: Rei-En in green, Jessica with the phone camera reflected in the mirror)

OMG, TIMER CAMERA! RUN!
(staring: Shereen in white, Rebecca in white, Celine in white, Rei-En in white, Cathleen in white, Min Yee in white)

I love this shot.
No caption neseccary.
No smarmy comments about how I can't take proper pictures either.
IT'S SUPPOSED TO COME OUT THIS WAY...
I think. o-o
(staring: Rei-En with her brilliant camera skills)

WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING A COOL LOOKING MYSPACE PHOTO.
Apparently we failed.
(staring: Xin Yi in black and white, Rei-En in black and white)

EVERYONE'S A BIT RACIST.
listen to avenue q;
it'll be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Labels: I AM A CAMWHORE AND I ADMIT IT

All ye happy people,
especially Xin Yi and assorsted other people,
Stop calling me Harry Potter.

FYI, Harry Potter CELLOTAPES his glasses at the BRIDGE OF THE GLASSES bit.
I DUCTTAPE my glasses at the SIDE BIT WHERE YOU OPEN AND CLOSE THE LITTLE STICK THINGS OF YOUR GLASSES.
You know the stick things that no one really manages to snap except for me?

SO DON'T CALL ME HARRY POTTER.
Because
a) He's Harry Potter
b) His Patronus is a Stag
c) He ended up with Ginny

At least Neville Longbottom is awesome.
Because
a) He's the BAMF.
b) Everyone knows he and Luna Lovegood should be together.
c) His birthday is 30th July.

Guess who's birthday is on 30th July too?
HELL YEAH, ME!

THIS IS TOTALLY NOT A PLOY TO REMIND ALL YE HAPPY PEOPLE THAT MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING AND THAT Y'ALL SHOULD GET MY PRESENT.

Labels: HARRY POTTER, MUSINGS OF A MOOSE

Signs that you've been watching too much Harry Potter/immersed too deeply in the Harry Potter fandom:

-You shouted NOX and LUMOS when you were switching on/off the lights.
-You keep re-enacting Harry Potter doing the Patronus charms [[with the failed attempts included and the screaming till you faint bits as well]]
-You sat 'WOT?' instead of 'WHAT?'
-You keep staring at the water in your water bottle, attempting to use your awesome telepathic/magical abilities to levitate the water
-You brandish anything as a wand and shout spells.
-You have a wizard duel with your friend... And end up repeating PROTEGO [[the shield charm for all ye non-believers]]
-You are waiting for your Hogwarts Acceptance Letter... That has been really delayed for I don't know, uh, 4 years? Well, Singapore is kind of far away...
-You score full marks for most Harry Potter quizzes you take, and then blame the quiz for being SO DARN EASY!
-You can think of more examples which this idiotic person can't think of.
-You nodd and smile, and pull out your wand to cast a spell that will make you a stack of pancakes.
HAH! I GOT YOU THERE.
YOU CAN'T MAKE FOOD APPEAR, YOU CAN ONLY INCREASE IT'S AMOUNT OR W/E, ACCORDING TO ____'S FIVE LAWS OF WHATEVER.

I gotcha, disbeliever.

Labels: HARRY POTTER, MUSINGS OF A MOOSE

my daisy just died.

really.

the daisy sheeny [[I'M SO SORRY I SPELT YOUR NAME WRONGLY I'VE BEEN DOING THAT SO MANY TIMES RECENTLY]] gave me on the first night of temple has finally lived it's last day of life.
it's dead,
and bald now.
REALLY.

From that beautiful yellow flower thing with loads of petals, now it's this bald sad thing, sitting in the trash, waiting to decompose and be a part of the whatever things are when they decompose and die, or is that the other way around?

It really is bald,
all the petals fell either one at a time, or in a whole clump.
It looks as though someone just went bald, really, really, quickly.

Scarring.

I guess my daisy now is
PUSHING DAISES.

Labels: I AM LAME, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

Why I am currently depressed:
-I can't go for the CAP thing tomorrow.
I freaking don't want to go for badminton, I freaking hate it that I can't go. Freaking hell.
ARGH.
-Someone nicking my graphpaper pad.
I hate graphs.
-The fact that we're not in Italy now.
I just saw Rizman's blog. OMG, IT LOOKS FREAKING AWESOME.
-In my time of depression, my DVD player decides to screw up on me, and NOT PLAY HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX PROPLERLY.
Which is what I want to watch so that I feel better about, I don't know, LIFE?
I really hope that it's my DVD player's that screwed, and NOT my OOTP DVD, cause I will absolutely DIE if it's spoilt.
-I freaking hate how---
ARRRRGH!

Labels: ARTS FEST, CAP, SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK NO REALLY, SHUTTLING

This is actually quite blah.

I've found a perfect reason on why we shoul dbe happy-
or at least the Lawn Ornaments Standing Erect Reduntantly,
our arms don't have to ache doing TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR ANYMORE.

On a sidenote:
Geoffery is such a perv.
I bet he's one of the old man Hui Ran sells herself to in Geylang.

Labels: ARTS FEST, CAP

My stomache is making noises.
If you can't guess why,
it's because I'm hungry.
And it's been I don't know, half a second since I posted.

I have just came to the realization that there is something seriously wrong with the blogskin Ihave.
Which is that it doesn't scroll down much, and that it doesn't show many of my posts.

That is troubling...
Seeing as I post nearly twice a day.

Anyone know how to fix it/nice enough to make the page extend so that you can read all the posts in one month instead of just a few and then having to click Archives?

MUCHO LUBS.

HUNGRYHUNGRY,
VERYVERY,
VERYHUNGRY,
HUNGERYVERY.

Labels: SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK NO REALLY

I'm hungry.

Xin and I are camping out in the school library, showcasing the inner computer geeks in us.
Okay, no.
We're really in the library because we're trying to prevent ourselves from drowning in the depths of misery of how horribly done our Chemistry tests were. OH WHY, OH WHY?
Thanks for all the luck you guys wished me.
[/sarcasm]

Okay, no I'm kidding.
She doesn't want to eat.
I don't feel like staying in the canteen.
Even though I can' tborrow anymore books from this library, and there's probably one overdue (which I never did read in the end, ah well), and Celine stole one of my bookslotty things in my card.
GOSH I'M HUNGRY.

Bah, humbug. The keyboard in the library of the computer I'm using in St. Nicholas which is also found in Singapore, that is a part of the Earth, which is in the Milky Way and of one of the many galaxies the universe seems to have, is really sucky.
Honestly, I keep making typos.

I'M HUNGRY.
=-=

And I want a 80gb I-POD,
Glares at Wenglok.

Labels: SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK NO REALLY

YAY!
Wish me luck for my Chemistry test tomorrow.
I'm going to need it.

Labels: SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK NO REALLY

Dear Diary,

Why don't stones cry?
Why don't singlets have sleeves?
Why are tears not sweet?
Why is the tongue in your mouth?
Why...?
-The Silly Little Girl and the Funny Old Tree

Dear Diary,

WHY DOESN'T ANYONE OTHER THAN XIN TAG ON THIS BLOG?
AM I THAT UNPOPULAR?
(goes off to emo and pretend to cut her wrist even though she doesn't dare to touch a penknife for fun and doesn't understand how people can cut her wrist cause she's freaked out by the penknife...

decides to emo by typing on a keyboard, and kill the skin cells on her fingertips by typing on the keyboard...

afterall those skin cells dying must hurt)

WHY?
(sobs and dies)

Dear Diary,

There's a hero in everyone.
And we just need to search a bit to find that hero in all of us.
And when we do,
the world will run out of spandex,
because everyone will be clambering to get a superhero costume.

Dear Diary,

I wonder,
I wonder.

Labels: MUSINGS OF A MOOSE, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

I think I'm getting progressively more emo over the few days school has started.
Oooh, spookaye.

I've got a new line on my calf/leg.
Ooooh, doesn't it sound positively emo?
Don't worry my nonexistant readers, I literally can't cut myself.
I can't hold a pen-knife without shaking and worrying about it slipping and cutting me accidentally instead.
If I can't even do that, how the hell would I dare to cut myself?
Ah.

So the third day of school is officially over,
what have I learnt?

That the teachers didn't understand Temple either.
Ah, forgetting. Ah, forgetting.
That makes me feel much better about my non-existant understanding of Temple.
And I've heard it more than 7 times, as Celine inaccuratedly counted for herself.

I absolutely love English and History lessons.
They're so fun, especially seeing as I love English and History.

That's what I wanted to say when we were asked why did we take History?
Cause I love History.
Though I'm not trying to sound like a suck-up,
but I do love History.
It's so interesting.
:D

Oh crap, damnit.
This sounds like a freaking diary.
Ah, it doesn't matter anyway.
No one reads this except for Xin, and the occasional passerby.

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE, SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK NO REALLY

How do people expect the un-expected?

Because, logically speaking (HAH! THAT COMING FROM ME?), if you expect the unexpected...
The unexpected becomes the expected.
And thus what you used to expect becomes the unexpected, because you've already expected that, but since you've expected that, you wouldn't expect that to happen, and thus you'll stop expecting that, and it'll start becoming the unexpected.
So then you'll have to expect that because it's the unexpected.
But what you used to expect, would then, again, be the unexpected.

So it seems quite impossible to expect the unexpected.
Because it'll just drive you insane, with the constant things that keep changing, your brain has to keep whirling and processing the new things that you have to expect, then EXPECT THEM AGAIN????
Your brain isn't a machine, dearies.
IT CAN DIE!

It can also die by killing off the braincells,
which can be easily done by knocking your head into (prefably) inanimate object (a moving object works as well, just try not to kill it/she/him at the same time you're killing your brain cells) a few gazillion times.
I reccomend a Science textbook, the A Maths textbook and a Marvel/DC Comic, those work lovely (speaking from experience).

BOO!
Hah! I bet you didn't expect that.
But WAIT, you did!
Because it was unexpected, and seeing as WE'VE GOT TO EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED you expected it!
Unless it was it's turn to be unexpected.

Ah! SEE! SEE how confusing and befuddling and taxing it is on your little (no offense) noggin.

So a better term to use instead would be, as Mr Alastor I AM NOW DEAD Moody says, CONSTANT VIGILLANCE.
Of course, if he were constantly vigilant, he wouldn't have fallen to his doom, got so-called betrayed by Dung, and wouldn't have been impersonated by Barty Crouch JUNIORRRR all through Book 4.
Ah, the eternal circle.

So, remember.
DON'T COUNT YOUR CHICKENS BEFORE THEY HATCH,
EAT THEM.

Labels: MUSINGS OF A MOOSE

Absolute boredom and emo-ness has overtaken my life
as of right now.

Why I'm bored:
- Cause no one's online that I can bother, and I don't feel like bothering Jia.
Hmmm. I wonder if Shou's online.
OH SHOUUUUU!
- I ended up watching HOMER IS PERFECT, HE REALLY WORKS IT!
- I don't have any Sony Vegas ideas

Why I'm emo:
-D'oh.
- My English suckayness
- Letters take forever to send and recieve.
- Cause I suck, haha.
OMG, LOW SELF-ESTEEEEEEEEEM.

OOOH, BENEDICT JUST CAME ONLINE.

[[btw, mr brightside cover by mcfly is nice]]

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE, SONGS THAT I LOVE

i feel like such a loser/
felt like such a loser.

haha.
i've got a tick on my mock-testimonial.
xin and lorraine's got a tick and a good.

tell me,
why do i suck so?

Labels: SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK NO REALLY

I wonder how hard it is to change yourself.
Or, reinvent yourself.

You get the best of both worlds.
Facelifts all of the time,
Yet you still look fine.
You get the best of both worlds
Plastic Surgeon's on the speed dial
So you can get the best of both worlds.

Labels: DISNEYTEER, MUSINGS OF A MOOSE

This is my highly laughable piece that I wrote during Maths and Chinese just now.
A few things to note before reading:
1. It doesn't make sense, or at least much sense.
2. I was just writing this. I wasn't thinking when I was writing.
3. It doesn't make much sense.
4. I don't think I'm done with it yet, but I may be.
5. It doesn't make sense.
Comments would be loved, and criticise but not meanly and send me into depths of depression and I die there or something.

Can you step out of your daze, your silent and sure bravado, and take a chance? Step right into the symphony of sound, colour, the symphony of life. Escape and reject the seductive, the warm, embrace of Death, and rush back into the cold, unwelcoming, arms of Life.

From the sticky cold concrete you toes wiggle on, and that curshing feeling of reality, the sensation of smashed-in ribs, and difficulty breathing (in, two, three, out, two, three), you overlook the city, the sprawling mass of surburban life, your life. Highre. High up, standing, hovering, on the edge of the skyscraper, the tallest building; waiting for the ultimate decision that would determine everything. Waiting for that non-existantial being Gordo (never did he arrive).

The hospital blankets are warm and snug, shielding you from the freezing Artics of the air-conditioning. They're wrapped around you, a mother cradling her baby, tightly. A little too warm, a little snug, just a little too tight. Like the straps of a straightjacket, hauling an innocent man off to isolation (let me go, I'm not crazy!).

Breath in, one, two, three. Breath out, one, two, three (it's getting a bit harder, isn't it?).

Wouldn't it be easy now to let the warmth take over. The heat spreads up from your toes, creeping up the veins and arteries; your calves, your lungs, your heart. It wraps around your heart, this cruious touch of something, and contracts just a little; slowing them down (shhh, what's the hurrt?).

From the skyscraper tall, you look down at the rest of the world (look at how tiny everything is!). One, two, three steps to just over the edge, enchanced by the beautiful, charming melody that's playing down on the streets below.

Alright, that's it.
:D

Labels: CAP, WRITINGS AND ALL THAT SHIZZ

Prison Break is highly amusing.
I'm currently watching Prison Break Season 3.

Of course, definietly.
I want to ask,
hold on.
I'll just post the convo up, cause I'm too lazy to type.

daisy&&i

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
I'm watching Prison Break now. It's so amusing.
(R)daaaaaaiiiiiiisyy.. [BiteMe] says:
ive never watched it
(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
It's so funny! And gory. Cause people just keep beating each other up.
(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
In some bits. Ugh. DX
(R)daaaaaaiiiiiiisyy.. [BiteMe] says:
nicee
(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
i just can't believe how it can last for four seasons though. i mean, they're already broken out of two prisons. :o
(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
which is pretty darn incredible.

I suppose if Michael Scofield can break out of two prisons, Fox River and SONA, it's possible for the rest of us to never break out of two prisons, much less one.
Unless our name is Mas Salamat, or we're as smart as Michael Scofield.
Guess what?
They're initials are both M S.

Yours sincerely,
Mtang SRei-En

Labels: MSN CONVOS, PRISON BREAK, TELEVISON ROTS YOUR BRAINS

Psh, I wish!

But, c'mon Rei-En.
Tell us what was one of the BEST things that you were told today? ([shamelessplugging]Besides the fact that Xin Yi said that your wouldbe one piece of CAP mentorship that you may not be applying for anyway was good[/shamelessplugging].

Hmmm, let me think,
OH YES!
That our school is PRIMING NEXT NEXT YEAR!
That's right girlies! WE'RE HAVING OUR O LEVELS IN SCHOOL!

HELL YEAH!
i love you so much my little school that i detest going to because of a certain said CCA.
i love you my school compound and i'll miss you for the two years you're being torn, poked, stabbed, touched at inappropriate places, etc etc all in the name of renovation.

But other than all that jazz, nothing much happened.

Oh, except that I:
1. Managed to finish my homework and PASS UP MY SOCIAL STUDIES AND HISTORY.
[[HAH! TAKE THAT GEOFFERY! I FINISHED ALL MY HOMEWORK [[except for Chinese Compo, but whatever]] MWHAHAHAH!!!!]]
2. Wrote half a probable CAP-Mentorship piece [[which shall be shown in the next post cause I'll shamelessly plug it]]
3. I've got a penpal now! From Australia. Wheee!

<3

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE, SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK NO REALLY

Everybody wants to know her name,
I threw a house party and she came.
Everyone asked me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with Five colours in her Hair.
-McFly

Oh cross! Oh hell!
School begins tomorrow.

I'm going to absolutely positively die.
From carrying my textbooks to class,
really.
Actually no.

I'm going to rock the school with my bulky blue bottle [[aliteration, m'dears], and my POWER RANGERS DINO THUNDER bag [[even though i heart NINJA STORM more]].

Ah....
The horrors of uniformity and normalness.
WHY OH WHY?

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE, POWER RANGERS PSH YEAH

I'm a lucky girl
Whose dreams came true
Underneath it all
I'm just like you
-Miley Cyrus

Are you sure? We're just like you. Well that's so cool! We're all nude with a blanket on Vanity Fair and posting bra-revealing pictures of ourselves on Myspace while being a rolemodel to a million and two little girls everywhere.

Good on us!

Labels: DISNEYTEER

i miss temple.

Legasp! I know, that I've been whining like a retard about how awful Arts Fest rehersals were and how much of a Lawn Ornament I felt, and how un-Cheerleader like I was feeling.

Ah, but that was when we were actually HAVING the rehersals.
Now that we'r enot, I miss it.

GOODBYE MY AWESOME CROCODILE HEAD WHICH I SOMETIMES HATE.

I love doing round offs and cartwheels with Cathleen and Min Yee.
Specially when it involves doing it in the National Library,
Ah memories.

Labels: ARTS FEST

How to make my first million as soon as someone calls me lame.

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
I'M SUCH A PIECE OF LAME!SHIT

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
I'LL GO HOME AND CRY.

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
CRY A RIVER AND SLIDE DOWN IT.

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
AND HAVE A WATERSLIDE AND OPEN IT UP AND GAIN A MILLION FROM IT.

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
THEN WE'LL SEE WHO'S THE LOSER

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
MWHAHAHA.

Labels: I AM LAME

Alright, I admit it, I embarrass myself sometimes.

Honourable lame!Rei-En quotes:

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
THEY'RE SO LAME THEY MAKE MY LEGS WANT TO STOP WALKING.

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) i feel love for the broken butterfiles says:
HAHA! GET IT?

PER-FUNCTORY. CAP'08! <3 the greatest, ever. says:
yes, but it's painful.

PER-FUNCTORY. CAP'08! <3 the greatest, ever. says:
very, very painful

Rei-En:
I bet you're so jealous, you're green with envy like the Hulk!

I can't remember anymore.
CAP has made me more lame.

CURSE YOU YOU CAP!
Carry
Advarks
Pennisular

Labels: CAP, I AM LAME, MSN CONVOS

Xin Yi and mine very horrible attempts at remaking a Gossip Girl intro.

Rei-En:
Last heard, a certain VS boy asked for a [censored] number.
[[suckaye first attempt]]

Xin Yi:
Only time will tell if this little romance will blossom.

Rei-En:
Only time will tell if a dead soldier and a crocodile can play. The bottom line, things are going to get interesting.

Xin Yi:
Spotted during rehersal, a certain VS boy sees the girl of his dreams. Will she notice him? Only time will tell.

Hell yeah, they should hire us at Gossip Girl Inc.

Labels: GOSSIP GIRL

I realize I haven't done this yet.
Dedicate a whole post to the VS guy's make up.

And how wonderful they were for not running away screaming about insane girls when they saw us.
And even though no VS guy will see this, you guys BOULDER [[yeah, pshhh, it's better than ROCK]] for playing the thingthings y'all play, and not running away screaming your heads off like most normal people would when they meet a bunch of psycho people like us.

BUT PSH, THAT ISN'T THEIR MAKEUP.

I would have taken pictures of it, but IT'D FALL UNDER STALKING AND THAT WOULDN'T BE TOO GOOD.
Psh, yeah.

But it was BLOODY AWESOME.
HAH! Pun there, their makeup was blood and gore, awesome cuts and bruises and a really bad case of skin infection, and what looks like dried soya or oyster sauce but not on their faces.

I love their makeup.

If I could, I'd run away with it.
And live forever in my happy fantasy land where I own LT 13 and the Drama Centre's LIGHTING EQUIPMENT and the makeup.

Oh, and Xin Yi's Astromegaship.

Labels: ARTS FEST

Fiveday's performance is over.
Wow.
It feels incredibly surreal;
now for sure the school holidays are coming to an end, and there's nothing more to look forward to.

Gouwri [[spelling error alert]] Immortal Line:
You can fix anything with duct tape.
F*ck the administration.

Hell yeah.

MUMMY, IT'S OVER!

This actually reminds me of CAP, that now everything is back to normal and I'm no longer a Crocodile Cheerleader AKA Lawn Ornament Standing Erect Redundantly [[LOSER]] freezing half to death in my long sleeved short skirt black and white costume.

Goodbye my little crocodile head,
Have fun in Italy.
Goodbye my awesome wonderful costume,
I want to steal you like how I wanted to steal the Green House Cheerleading Costume last year as well.
Oh I love those awesome skirts.

GOODBYE MY LOVER,
GOODBYE MY FRIEND.
SAPSAPSAPSAPSAP
CRYSOBWHATEVERPSHYEAH

Labels: ARTS FEST

Well, as you can tell, today is Fiveday.
Soz Fiveday brings with us our last Temple performance.

In other words, this also means:
The last time we get to put on the costume
The last time I have to worry about ripping the sleeve
The last time freezing my cheerleadingskirtcoveredbutt off
The last time heading to the Green Room and getting coffee
The last time having Gawry's [[I can't spell names]] peptalks
The last time we'd be in that dressing room
The last time doing homework in that dressing room
The last time cam-whoring in front of a particular mirror in the dressing room
The last time being an lawn ornament
The last time wanting to trample over someone before putting on my crocodile head

I'LL MISS YOU MY DEAR CROCODILE HEAD!
EVEN THOUGH I WANTED TO JUMP AND SMASH AND CRASH ALL OF YOU LOT IN GEYLANG!

Labels: ARTS FEST

Fourday's Temple is over and dealt with.
There is still Fiveday.

Four days till back to school.

So Rei-En!
Were you freezing your cheerleadingskirtcoveredbutt off?
YES!
Were you worried about your sleeve tearing?
YES!
Were you chionging homework and worry much about the muchness of what you have to do?
YES!
Were your arms aching from doing TwinkleTwinkleLittleStars!oncrack?
YES!
Were you freaking out about actually performing?
NO!

Labels: ARTS FEST

Guess what day it is.
Besides the day that is one week before Chinese O Level Orals which I will undoubtedly do incredibly horribly in seeing as I lack certain uh, vocabulary to carry out a vaguely intelligent conversation in Chinese.
Hah.
IT'S FOURDAY!

Start the butterflies in stomach now.
TEMPLE IS SHOWING TODAY!
OMG.

CHEERLEADING CROCODILES ASSEMBLE, TAKE OFF.

LAWN ORNAMENTS UNITED, ALL THE WAY.
heck yeah.

Labels: ARTS FEST

You can tell that Shou and I are just the most smartest people in the world.
Ahem.
Guess which MSN name thing I am.
Haha.

- says:
so..ive resorted to bothering you

- says:
BOTHER BOTHER BOTHER!

- says:
sounds like potterpuppetpals -.-

- says:
now you can tell how bored i am

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
AHA.

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
OKAY, BOTHERBOTHERBOTHERBOTHER.

- says:
WHAAA!

- says:
BOTHER!!!!!

(POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
POKE

- says:
im soooo bothered

- says:
POKE

- says:
PROD

Labels: MSN CONVOS

I had a dream last night.

It involved re-enacting Ella Enchanted, and I was Lucinda.
But somehow I was staying in a house with some other people, and one nice Malay girl gave me Power Ranger Turbo CDs cause they were leaving the house to run away from the Evil.
Which is a girl, I think she was supposed to be our friend.
She had the power of magnetty thingeh, fire, ice, etc.
And I had powers too.
I think it was just fire.

It was a bit...
Interesting.

I had the Ella Enchanted part of the dream before.

Labels: DREAM

If anyone's wondering what they want to get for my birthday [[HUGE HINT: 30TH JULY]], they can run off to LT 13 or the DRAMA CENTRE, and steal- uh, ATTAIN the LIGHTING EQUIPMENT.
Whoever's nice enough to do that, I will personally thank you. And give you a pat on the back, and I WILL COME AND VISIT YOU IN PRISON!
Heh heh.

The backstage is absolutely INCREDIBLY. Of course, it gets less incredible by the second after sitting there for 45 minutes on our cheerleading skirts covered asses and falling asleep on our huge [[I HATE YOU, I'M SORRY I DDI'NT MEAN IT!]] crocodile heads. And getting poked by friends, or touched by Celine. And of course, the biggest problem our class has to deal with.
Aka, BEING QUIET.

Honestly.

Summary:
- We got the VS guys scolded
Go us!
-We got our stuff locked into the locker with no possible combination that will unlock it cause we couldn't be bothered and the security guy was coming up with that magic key of his.
Go us!
-We rocked.
Go us!
-I tore my cheerleading top.
Go me!
-I am awesome.
DUH!

All in all, I've realized that the backstage makes for a great place to take pictures. If only you had a camera. And that stage fighting in the middle of the corridor ain't that smart, seeing as VS guys can see you. And also that it's genetically programmed in ALL St. Nicks girls to say
Thank you, Goodbye, Have a NICE DAY, And God Bless You _____,
whenever someone says
Thank you and Good ____, Guys/Girls.

Hell yeah,
we kick ass.

FO SHIZZLE.

Labels: ARTS FEST, FO SHIZZLE DRAMATEERS, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

Harry Potter Was An Only Child
Write_You_Up on livejournal.

“You, Gwen, Aiden and Remus Lupin’s two daughters, Astrid and Nox.”

“I still think they were trying to put out their wands when they named that girl,” Nick commented.

Harry smiled. “It means ’Goddess of the Night’,” he explained.

“It means we can’t say her name while we’re using lumos, that’s what it means.”

Those lines shall forever be immortalized.

I'm going to my Grandma's house tomorrow.
[[the one not in ICU, and who speaks english]]
Not today.
Darn.

This should be roughly how the conversation went.
My mum: What if suddenly can't go Po Po house tomorrow?
Me: I think a lot of people will want to go.
My mum: Yah, haha.
Me: I'll try to break in, and everyone will as well.
My mum: Then Po Po will say 'Bu yao jing lai ah, haiyoh'.
Me: I'll climb over the gate.
Me: And I think Shan will as well.
Me: And break into her house or something.

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE

I visited by Grandmother in the ICU today.
She had a weird mask over her head.
On her head?

I thought of the bubble-headed charm.

There is something wrong with me.

Labels: HARRY POTTER, MY BORINGBORING LIFE, THINGS THAT SCARE ME

Willy Wonka is showing on Channel 5 right now.
Is it just me...

Or does Mr. Willy Wonka scare you as well? Cause man! He's one FREAKY guy. Or at least the one with Johnny Depp [[or however you spell his name]] is.

AHHH!!!!

Labels: MOVIE, THINGS THAT SCARE ME

Geoffery suggested doing an A-Z on why I like ______, cause I was whining/complaining about how bored I was.
I was so bored out of my mind, someone could have just Accio-ed my brain out, cause that's how bored I am.

A-Z, WHY I LIKE HARRY POTTER [[thebookandmoviefranchise]]
a- ADVENTURE [[which it is. which is fun to watch, especially the battle at the MINISTRAYEEEEE!]]
b- BELLATRIX LESTRANGE [[psh, self explainatory]]
c-
d-
e-
f- FRED WEASLEY [[weasley twins much?]]
g- GEORGE WEASLEY [[look above...]]
h-
i-
j-
k-
l- LUNA LOVEGOOD [[she's lost in space]]
m-
n- NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM [[duh, he has the same birthdate as me as well]]
o-
p-
q-
r- RON WEASLEY [[cause he's the heart of the team :D]]
s- SHIPPINGS [[cause it's amusing how everyone ships everyone else in harry potter, and snape can end up with like dumbledore's pet phoenix or something]]
t- TONKS [[doyyyyy, anyone who can change their appearance is cool]]
u-
v-
w- WEASLEYS [[cause they kick ass with the exception of percy and ginny]]
x-
y-
z-

And because my attention span doesn't last that long, you can fill in the rest of the spaces with your imagination.

Labels: HARRY POTTER, LISTS, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

So once again, the LAWN ORNAMENTS UNITED (I'm already trying to think of what other words can fit into LOSER) have been sucker-punched by the cheerleading crocodile gods.
How much lower can we go?

Let's recap the trail of the LAWN ORNAMENTS UNITED (newer name pending)
1. Cheerleading Crocodiles
2. Clocks with two hands that tick the wrong way
3. Lawn Ornaments
4. Stand-in VS Concert Band boys
5. Clocks with two hands that tick the wrong way
6. Painfully blocked people
7. People whose arms ache

Yes siree, I think we've finally achieved near maximum lownest. The next step in further defeat of the LAWN ORNAMENTS UNITED is to just cut us out, or just have us open the doors of the forbidden room and stand there, attempting to look scary with our heads down and our cause defeated.

I make it sound cooler than it actually is.

The classic example for being caught doing the wrong things and the wrong time. WHY OH WHY DO THE CROCODILE CHEERLEADING GODS HATE US SO MUCH? How much lower can we go?

Hopefully, we've reached a point so low, the only way we can go is up.

Yeah right.

Labels: ARTS FEST, MY BORINGBORING LIFE

In all my awesomenestest I'm doing that weird 1-7/8 thang for

Geoffery
1. YOU WEAR GLASSES LIKE ME! OHMYGOD!
2. UHUHUHUH, ROLL DOWN FORT CANNING! Haha. But don't kill yourself.
3.. Green.O-O
4. You're funny!!! HAHAHA.
5. First: You saying you're a boring counsellor
Clearest: UHUHUHUH. ><
6. HMM, LIZARD! I don't know why, it's probably because I don't know my animal kingdom well enough to think of animals.
7. HMMMZZZZ. If you had to lose a limb forever, YES FOREVER! OHMYGOD!, which of the five senses would you sacrifice, to not lose a limb? HAHA, I DO'NT EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING!
8. Go to your blog, post this, and never regret it.

Hermione. Uh, I mean Xin Yi.
1. We're the epitome-- or maybe not, of random.
2. Give me all your money.
3. Hahaha. Red/Pink/Blue-green.
4. Fo shizzz. How about the fact that we operate on the same wave-length and that we're both spastic and retarded?
5. First: Your retarded Elvis Presly shit.
Clearest: I refuse to answer this question. I duno. ><
6. Sloth. Haha, cause that was an animal I was thinking of anyway, and I can't think. HMMM, HAHA, A SLOTH IS YOUR PATRONUS. THAT'LL SCARE THE DEMENTOOOOORS.
7. When exactly will you give me my AstroMegaship whatever?/Can you buy me a NS morpher? Or any morpher./I have no idea./HOHO, I don't know.
8. Go fish.

Labels: THAT WEIRD THING EVERYONE IS DOING

I have started watching Gossip Girl.
It amuses me so much.

Though, I don't suppose it's normal to feel like smacking 'Gossip Girl', cause she sounds so smarmy and retarded.

You know you love me,
XOXO

Scratch that
You better love me,
XOXO.

Labels: GOSSIP GIRL

Alright, so I hope it's quite clear now that I don't like lumping so many things into one post.
So I post a lot, but they're really short.
Cause it looks cooler like that anyway, and I'm having so much fun with the titles and thinking of what labels it falls under. HOORAH!

This is what I brought you

This you can keep

This is what I brought

You may forget me

I promise to depart just promise one thing

Kiss my eyes

And lay me to sleep

I'm so in love with this song currently.

Okay, currently being today, but PSHHH, I LOVE THIS SONG AS MUCH AS I LOVED THE OTHER SONGS I LOVED BEFORE THIS SONG WHICH I LOVE AS MUCH AS THEM.

It's Prelude 12/21 [[or is it the other way around???]] by AFI.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ki9YrTdi3NA

Okay ^^^^ is a Harry Potter video, but PSH, just listen.

Kiss my eyes, and lay me to sleep.

Labels: SONGS THAT I LOVE

The hospital freaking scares me.
Lyke srsly.

I went to the hospital in the morning cause Mama [[aka my father's mother]] had trouble breathing soz she's in ICU now.
It was freaking scary.
With tubes and all that shizz.

I can never work at a hospital.
1. Scary
2. Sad
3. Still
4. Scary
5. Static [[lyke still not WHITE NOISE!!! ZOMG, static]]

Labels: MY BORINGBORING LIFE, THINGS THAT SCARE ME

Hui Ran, yes the Huiran/Hui Ran who is leaving for poultry/has left for Turkey, did the thingthing for me too.

1. YOU PURPLE POWER RANGER YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU :D
PURPLE? Ah, my phonething right? POO, I'M BLUE OR GREEN. HAHAHA.
2. Hug Nick Quah spontaneously next time you see him! :D
WTH?
3. RED :D
EWWW, I detest the colour Red, but that's cause of Power Rangers. HAHAHAHA.
4. I like you because you're happy and funny and random, like me! :D and you're FUNNNN :D MINIGOLFING RULEXXXZZZZ :D
AWWW!! I LOVE YOU TOO!
5. my first memory ah! D: first is during orientation, when i said that your phonething reminded me of someone with a deprived childhood D: i'm sorry dear D: haha but clearest is STALKINGGGGGG STALKING ROCKS! <3>
HAHA! I remember that! And I was like O-O, deprived childhood? That's kinda cool in this sad way. WOOO! FELLOW STALKER, PSH YEAH!
6. Animal? Beaver :D
Beaver? O-O
Why...?
7. hum. humhum. What are your TRUE feelings for Xinyi! D: D:
kidding :D
I'm secretly going to run off to Las Vegas with her, get a house, a cat and a dog. Then she's going to leave me for Lorraine and Cassie, but I think I'm keeping the cat... Or the dog... But I'm keeping her Astroship Megazord.
Pshhh no, we're supposedly best friends, but we're not, cause we're awesome friends that operate on the same wavelength. HAHA. O-O

HUIRAN'S TURN!
1. We are so awesome when we stalk people, and that one day we will destroy MINIGOLF LAND TOGETHERZZZXZZXZ. ZOMG.
2. Not to ramble or talk to yourself for ONE WHOLE DAY! ZOMGGGGG. HAHA.
3. Hmmm, RED! Lyke srsly. O-O
4. You're AWESOME and FUNNY and COMPLETELY SPASTIC LIKE MEE!!!
5. First: YOU SAYING I HAVE A DEPRIVED CHILDHOOD!
Clearest: OUR AWESOMENESTEST [ie.: stalking, killing minigolf land]
6. I'MMA NOT GOING TO SAY A WALRUS. Monkey. :D OR, a UH, I DON'T KNOW. A spastic thing. HMM, A RABBIT! HAHA, nono, a monkey. :D
7. WILL YOU GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY? :D
8. Now, post this on your blog or else.

WOOHOO, THAT WAS FUN!
Soz, lyke
drop a comment:
1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a colour that I associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog

[If I can be bothered to/have the time/want to]
<<<<<3

Labels: CAP, THAT WEIRD THING EVERYONE IS DOING

Geoffery did the tag-comment thing for me.

Rei-en!
1. You started laughing before I finished saying "Honey, if you love me"... and the worst part is that I wasn't even kneeling in front of you! xD
2. Go and find stacy and get to know her!
3. Glittery Purple
4. You are proud of what you like... POWER RANGERS WHOO :P
5. Sitting in a stony circle during orientation games and having you say that you like Power Rangers/ Sitting during dinner and you collapse into laughter suddenly
6. Monkey!
7. How come you don't know stacy :P

Who's Stacy? It was really freaky when you and Cheryl started staring at me. Though, I know I'm that awesome.

Mwhahaha.

Labels: CAP, THAT WEIRD THING EVERYONE IS DOING

I swear, there's probably cocaine that's being secreted to the user of the computer when they're playing Spider Solitaire.
It's so addictive; CRAZY COCAINE SECRETING GAME,
In the immortal words of Cassie,
IT IS SO NOT FIERCE.

Gosh, I'm hungry.
I'm so sick of eating MacDonalds for dinner pratically everyday, sooner or later I'll bloat up and fly into the air... Or sink into the ground. Ew, I wish I could fly, and hope that the birds would put a hole in me as I invade their air space.

That would hurt.

I have came to terms with the fact that I'm a Harry Potter dork.
Proof:
Have scored 'OMGGXSDFLALERTIAJSD;V!! YOU'RE LYKE A HARRY POTTER FAN THROUGH AND THROUGH!' on Harry Potter: DO YOU KNOW EVERYTHING/etcetc quizzes
Reading Deathly Hallows again for the lskdhf;a384ra98w3752 time (well actually 4th of 5th)
Re-reading the whole series (though I can't seem to find the first two books)
Feeling like buying the whole DVD set (even though I have all the movies, except for a missing GoF)
The urge to pick up a random stick and poke it in someone's eye screaming HAH! I GOT YOU DEATH EATER, EXPELLIARMUS/insert choice of spell here
Smiling maniacally to myself when I'm reading the series
Screaming at the television when it shows someone who's going to die
And etcetc.

I wonder what Luna and Neville's child would be like.

Anyway, if any one of you little kiddies out there ever feel the urge to click SPIDER SOLITAIRE under that innocent looking grey/white/whatever coloured box in the innocent looking control panel/start panel/insert proper computer term here
DON'T!

It's laced with crack and cocaine and all sorts of harmful things that make your body go NO, THAT'S SO HARMFUL! WHY DO THIS TO ME MY OWNER! I HATE YOU! NOW I'M GOING TO DIE JUST TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I HATE YOU!. And it'll hook you, hook, line and sinker, like that fish my father never catches when he goes fishing.

And when that happens, things will go downhill and eventually you'll have to be sent to Spider Solitaire rehab where all you do there is play Solitaire- yes, the normal version, or worse...

They'll make you play Solitaire with ACTUAL CARDS! Even that makes me shudder.

So little kiddies of all ages, SAY NO TO SPIDER SOLITAIRE.

Labels: DORK, HARRY POTTER, SPIDER SOLITAIRE

Cassie is a BAD INFLUENCE on me.
She has such a pervy mind, even though she doesn't want to admit it.

http://www.pickuplinesgalore.com/harrypotter.html

It's so awesome.
Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

I probably spelt that wrong.

The owner of this blog has recently developed an unhealthy obsession with Spider Solitaire and listening to Wizard Rock, aka Harry and the Potters and Draco and the Malfoys.

She loves them three things dearly, and would love for people to buy her the Wizard Rock albums cause they kick Muggle ass.

She is also tired of being a Muggle and is still waiting for her Hogwarts acceptance letter.

She also ripped that off Facebook names.

And she thinks Neville Longbottom (who shares her birthday... She thinks) is BAMF! And kicks more ass than that twerpy, whiny scar-headed kid.

Labels: HARRY POTTER, SPIDER SOLITAIRE, WIZARD ROCK

HAHA, NOW I HAVE SOMETHING TO BOAST ABOUT.
I mean, blog about-
Haha, ha, ha, ha.
*dies*

I actually don't suck at minigolfing.
Of course, it took me a while to realize that hitting the ball INCREDIBLY hard doesn't exactly mean that you'll get a hole in one, and that if you make the ball jump OUT of the given place, it isn't very smart.

But once those details were sorted out, I breezed (coughcough) through the 18 holes, after countless of tries, even though TECHNICALLY, they just said 'ONE ROUND OF 18 HOLES'. But-, ah well.

I beat Xin Yi and Huiran/Hui Ran anyway.

It was so fun.

YAY MINIGOLFING!

I'd put up pictures, but involves doing highly retarded things with the golfball, such as camwhoring. And it also means I have to put the pictures in my computer, and that requires finding the camera (in my PRDT bag), finding the cable (somewhere around the computer), finding the place to plug the cable in (where the flippy-catch thing is), plugging it in (which requires absolutely no effort), and actually clicking the buttons (my fingers aren't co-ordinating today, but it requires zero effort).

So, haha.
Until I can be bothered to do the above-mentioned things.

My arm hurts from Tae Kwon Do.

I am highly amused.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

I am in love with
SPIDER SOLITAIRE.
The clicky sounds amuse me.

SO HA!

Labels: CAP, IN PAIN, SPIDER SOLITAIRE

Just as I think things can't get worse
things definietly do.

So Arts Fest rehersals went splendidly today. This time, the loser club-- I mean, the four of us (two lucky fellows didn't come today) filled in the spots for the marching band that came to rehearse. So, from
-Base
-Crocodile Cheerleader right in front
-Clock ticking with two hands/not a dancing Crocodile anymore
-Lawn Ornament
-Stand-in Band members
-Stoner

The wonderful chronical of my glory. Staring off into space and talking about the most mundane things was how I spent at least half of the rehersals just now.

When I could have been at home.

But ah well, things can't get any worse right?

Labels: ARTS FEST

I must be going insane.
Unless I'm already insane, then I must be a bit bored.

I sort of started yelling at the television screen today. It just proves that I should never read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, then watch Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Or just think too much when I watch Harry Potter.

You know, I don't think that they can really hear you when you yell at the little people on the other side of the screen. Isn't it suprising? I know, I just found out today too.

Apparently, shouting at Dobby the House Elf that he's going to DIE, and that there isn't a point of him to slam his head against the cabinets/lamp/torture himself works. He still does it anyway. Either that, or he only listens to Harry Potter.

You'd think that being born a day earlier and a few years later than Harry Potter would earn you some respect from a House Elf. Well, you don't actually.

Oh! And apparently the Weasleys are really good drivers as well. Seeing as George (I'm assuming that's George, cause he nodded when Harry called him George, etc etc, and George kicks more ass) can drive a flying car from The Burrow to Little Whinging, etc etc...

When he was fourteen.

And Ron can drive the flying car to Hogwarts...

When he was twelve.

I'm pretty sure I crashed a buggy into a nursery when I was twelve. It wasn't even a car, and it wasn't even flying.

And I'm a muggle! Shouldn't I be better at doing Muggle-like things? Such as driving cars/buggies, and opening doors, and doing other Muggle-like stuff.

Well, I suppose that all Wizards have inborn abilities to pilot a car, even though they can Apparate and fly on broomsticks... Or just fly, God-- or MERLIN, I think I'm starting to hate those pointy-hat wearing, wand-waving little munchkins.

Though he did crash the car.

Just like how I backed up into a PLANT nursery, NO not a kid nursery, when I was attempting a three-point turn. Oh it was so fun.

DOBBY!
NO, YOU'RE GOING TO DIE IN DEATHLY HALLOWS!
HARRY POTTER STOP TALKING TO A FREAKING ORANGE ON A FREAKING STICK, IT'S GOING TO DIE ANYWAY! STOP WASTING YOUR BREATH!

HE'S ONLY FOURTEEN, HOW CAN HE DRIVE? THAT'S NOT FAIR!

Labels: HARRY POTTER

This makes me happy:

“ – and THEN your dad hexed Snivellus so he fell off his broom. James, I hope you’re teaching him how to say ‘I hate Slytherin’ already, it’s never too early…”

“-He can’t even say Sirius yet, how do you expect him to say Slytherin?-”

“-‘Green scum’ would do.-”

Lily sighed, poking her head out of the kitchen door. “If you don’t stop teaching my son how to be a bully then I’ll revoke your rights as Godfather and parent!”

It's from a fanfiction called:
Title Godric Hollow’s Secret Keeper
Part: 1/?
Author: shesowsfiction scratchedink ( Jen )

:)

Labels: HARRY POTTER

And behold, a new superhero team is formed.

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
uh, SO WE ARE RAINBOW COLOURED PEOPLE.

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
NOT POWER RANGERS.

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
CAUSE WE'RE NOT RIPPING OFF THE POWER RANGERS.

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
WE ARE JUST USING THE NAME POWER RANGERS.

will you be my gwen stacy? I NEED TO BE HAPPY AGAIN says:
nooooooo

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
BUT FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPORSES?

will you be my gwen stacy? I NEED TO BE HAPPY AGAIN says:
I AM NOT AN OWL

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
or SHOULD WE JUST BE POWER RANGERS?

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
CAUSE THEY KICK MONSTER ASS!

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
SO ARE WE POWER RANGERS?

benedict. my internet's cheating on me. says:
WE'RE CAPPERS

benedict. my internet's cheating on me. says:
CAPer rangers

Labels: CAPper Rangers, MSN CONVOS

SO REI-EN,
HOW WAS YOUR DAY?

How was my day, you ask?
Oh you're too kind my imaginary readers of the blog out there which seem to tag but tag, I don't know what I'm saying, so just bear with me for a while.

Alright, so another low blow, A REALLY REALLY LOW BLOW, delivered by my best friend Karma.
I may not be able to go mini-golfing with the rainbow coloured people, whom I have just named and don't know that they're called the rainbow-coloured people yet.

Oh wait, we're the POWER RANGERS.
Oh wait, Benedict just named us the CAPer Rangers.

I honestly think that the world is out to get me...
For what, exactly?

Hmm, I think it has something to do with the fact that I've been horribly spotty with my attendance for a certain CCA of mine... Yes, what was it called again? Oh yes, Badminton.

Brilliant.

Arts Fest went fabulously as usual.
Instead of just being saluting, clock-like, cheerleading crocodiles. We are now lawn ornaments, doing a job a five year old girl would be able to do as well as we can right now.

Yes, that's right! We're just standing still, staring at one spot.

It sounds harder than it looks, really.
I felt like I was about to fall over a couple of times, after staring at the silver spot on the black pillar for so long, that everything else seemed to fade away.

So-oh,
I love my life.

Really, it's been going so
peachy.

Labels: ARTS FEST, CAPper Rangers, infereious, MSN CONVOS

BUMMER,
BOO HOO.

Arts Fest kind of blew up in my face. Now, I'm a door opener. Yes! YES, that's right, one and all, I just open the door, step out of the door, pretend to be a clock with two opposite hands, and then freeze, and allow my arms to slowly ache and cramp up before dropping them down and saluting.

I suppose I brought this upon myself. For not being focused, determined, smart, good, etc etc.

I suppose this is karma actually, turning around and biting me in the ass for skipping a thousand or so badminton trainings.

Karma: HAHA, YOU SKIP BADMINTON, I KILL YOUR ARTS FEST LOVE.

I love you too, Karma.

I also love MSN conversations with Xin Yi, Cassie and Benedict. They are so wonderfully fun, and it's even more fun cause it doesn't really make sense. Then again, they aren't supposed to make sense are they.

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
you just want to pretend that you're popular and you have many girlfriends

will you be my gwen stacy? I NEED TO BE HAPPY AGAIN says:
we know deep down inside you arelike dying

I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP, I MISS CAP (POWER RANGER in the MAKING) says:
ISEE THROUGH YOUR TRICK BENEDICT!

will you be my gwen stacy? I NEED TO BE HAPPY AGAIN says:
WTF CASSIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hold on — I'm on my hamburger phone. says:
sorryyyy

will you be my gwen stacy? I NEED TO BE HAPPY AGAIN says:
from now on, we are like benedict's harem

will you be my gwen stacy? I NEED TO BE HAPPY AGAIN says:
i feel sorry for you ben

Labels: ARTS FEST, CAP, MSN CONVOS

So yesterday, I WENT BOWLING.

Dholgirl= me.
Booya= Hui Shan
Llamallamaduck= Di

We sucked.
Well, I sucked.

The stupid bowling ball kept rolling to the left side, and when I threw it it went that side. I considered throwing Xu Hong... But then again, I'd throw him to the wrong side as well, so he'd fly over to the next lane and help that person strike and not me.

My arm was aching afterwards. This is just complete proof that I have become weak and unstrong and dead when I go back for Badminton. Haha, my right arm died- or attempted to died, after playing with a 8 pound ball for one and a half rounds.

Oh nose.
I mean,
Oh nos.
I mean,
Oh no.

Gosh, I miss CAP. I miss CAP!!!! :(

Labels: Bowling, CAP

Who hates pop-ups?
Cause I hate pop-ups.

It's incredibly hard to blogstalk-- I mean, bloghop witha gazillion popups appearing. Imagine you're happily clicking links and going around blogs, not stalkign people, and BAM! a gazillion and one pop-ups appear and you attempt to close them (what a feeble attempt), but when you close ONE, another one pops out!
It's like playing that stupid game on NEOPETS, except it's NOT A GAME!

I wish I had a gun to shoot all those pop-ups.
Especially, stupid Perf-Sport or whatever it's called.
NO I DO NOT WANT TO LOOK AT PEOPLE'S BODIES!
Or talk to anyone online and have a fling with them or whatever.

Bangbang, I'm going to kill all pop-ups.
Except for good ones.

(Oh, and my blog's time is off, anyone know how to put it back on track? Like I'm posting this on the 2nd June, but it's probably going to say 1st June.)

Labels: Pop-Ups

WOWZERS!
I HAVE A BLOG.
*spasms*

I hate Blogger for deleting my previous post.
Accidental mistake my ASS, the world is conspiring against me to have a blog that will survive. BUT THIS ONE SHALL! THIS ONE SHALL BE THE ONE TO RULE ALL THE OTHER DEAD BLOGS I'VE CREATED! MWHAHAHA.

Post is intended for:
Benedict
Cassie
Xin Yi
AHA! ALPHABETICAL ORDER.
Cause I'm so freaking bored.

So psh,
AWAIT THE GRAND OPENING.
THAT WILL COME
AFTER
I SURVIVE
BADMINTON
TRAINING
TOMORROW.

WRITER IS CURRENTLY SUFFERING FROM CAP WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS
Symtoms include:
-Urge to fill in evaluation forms
-Shout TWIGGIES and yeah.
-Sleep at incredibly late hours and wake up in the wee hours of the morning. (Haha, wee.)
-I can't think of anymore
-Seeing CAP people everywhere but they AREN'T (omg, i'm seeing things!)
-And so on and so forth

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I INVENTED A NEW WORD!

infereious
I don't know what it means yet,
but I just need a half a million people to use it, before it gets to be in a dictionary.
So USE IT!

Labels: CAP, infereious