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o sole mio

Thursday, August 24, 2006 | 8:57 pm
The past week has gone in a daze so much so that I fear that I may be letting my youth slip past my fingers just like that. Time is waving his hands at me wildly and right in my face but my eyes are glazed. I know not what I am focusing at but it is not the present.

Snap back to it!

THURSDAY

Had a really bizarre dream last night. (WANG XINYI, cease those thoughts!) Someone I know and yet at the same time, I don't truly know, serenaded me with a nursery rhyme. NURSERY RHYME. Miracles never cease. Coming from him, it was most unexpected, even in dreams! Baritone crooner. Woo!

School was a freaking waste of time, save Econs. No surprises there.

WEDNESDAY

Mass yoga practice was an immense bore. To top it off,we were told that at the end of the actual mass yoga display, the whole school has to give a cheer. "We can set record"??? GOOD GOD. I fail to see the purpose of the "so called" world record.

So the yoga rehearsal ate up a period of GP. The prospect of missing a bit of GP sounded pretty good inititally as I thought we were going to rot in class for an hour and a half otherwise. Oh the banality. Turned out that Mr G planned a quiz for us. YAYness. The class was split into five groups and we were tested on spelling, language and general knowledge of the world, I think. Amusement galore.

Oh and my group was the only one which got the answer to some nationality question right! All thanks to - Yours truly. WOO. Hawaiian's not just for pizzas and not all classical music are Italian!

Too bad we couldn't complete the quiz though owing to the lack of time. Darn yoga. And damn that guy who set a world record simply by downing 11 cups of Milo. CHEH. I can easily gulp down 11+1 cups of Milo DINOSAUR, lah.

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You never know dear
How much I love you
So please don't take my sunshine away

You're just like the Sun.

Ah forbidden fruit.

Friday, August 18, 2006 | 11:13 pm
E UU... S!

My grades mock at me.

Never mind the temporary setbacks for I shall persevere till the very end and get myself promoted to year 2!

I can't, don't want, musn't and WON'T be retained!

So I reckon I have 2 options to realise that. One - Work towards it and pray to God that He'll listen to my desperate pleas. Which means there's a possibility that I may not be promoted. GOD FORBID. Two - Sell my soul to the Devil and crap for promos to get brilliantly written papers through witchcraft and be promoted, easy-peasy.

Yep. My choice is pretty obvious.

'not unless i see u first lol'

Friday, August 11, 2006 | 11:46 pm
Yes yes. LOL. Wow. You were that bored, huh?

Allow me to whine a little here. WHAT ON EARTH IS THE POINT OF MASS YOGA PRACTICE WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA SCREW IT UP ON THE ACTUAL DAY ANYWAY?

Admittedly, mass yoga practice was rather fun as Sharlene and I listened to Devaki gushing about how good the movie "The Lakehouse" was or rather, how good-looking Keanu Reeves is and how Sandra Bullock and Reeves look so perfect together. Yep, when it comes down to grabbing our attention, nothing beats a totally hot middle-aged man who sends letters through the letterbox of time and receive an almost instantaneous reply, just like MSN! Ah yes... The wonders of technology. Anyway, we then moved on to discuss the politics of "One Tree Hill" and "Laguna Beach" before finally observing the teachers execute the yoga moves.

Mr G was a hoot! It's amazing how he can still look so darn stiff even when stretching his body into the various positions.

It's a shame I didn't get to catch the P in action though. Would have LOVED to snap a shot of him, edit it to make him look at his most fugly and put it up on the Net. What a moronic man. Has the weirdest ideas of punctuality and has absolutely no sense of work etiquette. What sort of man wears sandals AND socks to work??? One thing that he must note is that the main purpose of wearing sandals besides protecting your feet is to expose your BARE TOES, not expose your socks-clad toes!!! Sheesh, old man, get a decent pair of black shoes, why don't you?

The rest of the day passed by pretty smoothly, albeit a wardrobe malfunction (for want of a better word) during break. Just a shoutout - Devaki and Xin Yi, you are two of the most awesome girls anyone could ever get to know! *Look at the stars Look how they shine for you...* =D

Oh, and Mira - It goes without saying but you are the greatest buddy a person could ever have. Thanks for the Crumpler bag, dudette. :)

No, don't jerk me from my reverie. It's my only shot at a torrid romance. :P

you had me at hello

| 1:22 am
And the remnants of the glorious 3-day holiday was spent in cyberspace - Helping Mira with her Lit essay on 'The Applicant' [Mr G is on a roll...], frantically trying to search for a relevant article for EoM after failing which, I went through the list of gay people on Wikipedia and of course, chatting with people on MSN.

It's always hilarious to chat with Hong Kiat.

So we talked about a diverse range of topics, staring with my nick [It's merely a nick. Get real, lah, people], HK's clear lack of friends...

Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: my best friend's a doraemon
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: yeah
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: right
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: he lives in doraeland and eats dorae douts
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: donuts

...my being a most fascinating person to chat with...

Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: you know what
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: nope
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: you're one of the more interesting people i can talk to
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: my class in jj are a bunch of nerds

I always love ego-boosts.

Oh and this part of the conversation was rather unexpected -

Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: my god was that you when you were young
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: erm
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: yeah
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: so cute
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: is that sarcasm i detect?
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: no seriously
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: you lo(ok) like one of those kids they hire for commercials
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: wtf?
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: for baby powder smth
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: baby powder???
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: shit too much beer
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: who the hell advertises for baby powder??
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: i meant milk powder
Sometimes i wish i was asexual. says: powder made of babies wth
i'm willing to sleep my way to the top says: yep - definitely too much beer

Hmm. It just dawned on me that our nicks are curious. Very curious indeed.

PS. Both of us DID NOT mean our display names. Duh.

the battle of the baby photos - mirror and nut

Thursday, August 10, 2006 | 12:40 am
Ahem.

What sort of adorable is this??!! My mouth is agape in almost every picture!

Take this!




















And this!







































My mum said I was a really naughty child. I got lost in shopping malls only to be found in bookstores, got my head stuck in the safety railings of a cable car, was extremely picky about food (and still is)... the list goes on. Oh whatever. I suppose my misbehaviours were to punish my mum and auntie for my seriously fugly clothes. What kind of sane girl wears polka dotted dresses??? Shudder.

Anyway, back to the pics. See? See? Please, no puns. Don't try to say "Your mouth's still as big as ever" because it doesn't help much. Oh and dammit I was fair back then! And you know why? I think the orang minyak cursed me , that's why I'm so tanned now.

So who's got the honour of being the fugliest babey now? Eh?

Now you may go to Mirror's blog to drool over her baby pics or whatever and kindly leave a tag saying "Yep. You beat Farhana hands down."

"Tersalah ambil budak bila hilang kat shopping mall, tak?" - Farhana's mum, talking about how she must have been accidentally switched with another child years back.