four horsemen of 2012

omg omg omg im such a contradiction. i said i won't blog till after bt1 but im using blogging to fill up the time im procrastinating. i have a feeling that i have a lot homework to do before tomorrow but i excused myself from them to study for bt1. as you can see... that's not what's happening. i keep doing things like this. i can't expect myself to be lucky everytime.

on a complete and utterly separate note (ok maybe not), my chem tutor said i was very smart. heh heh heh. i don't blame her for making me spend 3 hours filing anymore.

we have a new time table because of the jc1s and it makes us end later than we already do. can i complain? yes. is my complaining justified? no. because it just means i pontang more days of school.

photog outing just now... saw many babies and children. jessie and shermin's biological clocks are ticking way too prematurely. i for one would not like to have any kids. adopted or otherwise. i didn't mind having a few but now ive changed my mind. simply because...

imagine if my red BMW car broke down and we had to take the train (my kid and i) or any other public transport. a) i can't handle the impracticality of it b) if it cries, i'll probably zip it up in an orange bag and leave it under my seat. someone's bound to think its some sort of novelty bomb and find it. what? im not completely heartless. at least i didn't suggest leaving him at the mustafa centre luggage section (though i have thought aboutt it.)

imagine if it soiled its diaper. and i hear this happens alot. im going to have to change it. with a new one for it soil again. do i really want to live a good part of my life stuck in this cycle?

imagine if i was watching lost (its not going to end anytime soon) and it starts buggling me at the climax when the music gets tense and someone suddenly grows a second head... do i really want to give up sawyer for it? (unless its sawyers but that's another story)

imagine if i stepped on it while it was rolling about on the floor. well that wouldn't be too bad, but i think you go to prison for that kind of stuff.

imagine if 13 years later, it goes through puberty and starts listening to simple plan. i'd be obligated to hit it over the head with a leg of lamb.

imagine it turned out just like me. that's a whole new set of problems i'd have to deal with.

but i do think babies are cute. so very very very very fat and chubby and deceptively lovable. they're not exactly a bundle of joy as many universally seem to agree upon but they are adorable. like if you give them candy they think you're god. and if you tell a lame joke they'll laugh and stuff. but it wears thin and so if i have one, i have to be like responsible and stuff. so here is my master plan. its genius i tell you... all i have to do is find fancy ang moh husbands for my 2 sisters and they can do the heavy lifting. i could just pop over whenever i feel like stepping out of my fabulous life. not to mention they'd still resemble me (not necessarily a bad thing if i do say so myself heh heh)

plus since its only like on weekends and stuff. the probability that i'd fuck them up is so very slim. and i totally suit the position of the "fun aunt". babies kinda remind my of cake. the buttocks especially. hmm.

my y.sis wants children and ive convinced her to have 5 (at least im working on it) and im allowed to name 2. 1 boy and 1 girl. ah the joys of not being a parent...

weather to fly

ELBOW!!!

mecury prize winner so don't be too skeptical about the name... HEH. don't they sound sexy?

remember the rough patch i was talking about? i've sandpapered it already. thanks to everyone who put up with my whining... its been settled so its clear skies:D :D yay! feel so free now... no more obligation for decent conversation (the worse kind of obligation). mulled over it for too long... should've gotten it over with sooner. like ripping a bandage off... its strange, can be so tongue in cheek about most things, but when it came to this... i was so cowardly and such a pussy. tut tut.

note to self: depussify thyself and sharpen thy sword of frankness.

just caught a reflection of myself in my computer screen... eew. can't stand looking in the mirror these days. my hair. is. so. fucking. horrible. not that that's news, but lately its taken to curling up at the end so it looks like i was teleported out of a 1970s anti-racism campaign.

so...lets way the pros and cons of straightening my hair.

pro: it will be straight
con: risk looking like an anjadi (indian ah lian)
pro: it will be straight
con: it may make my face look fat.
pro: my face already looks fat so anything i do to it can only be an improvement
con: if it looks horrible, it will be permanent for 6 months or more
pro: wouldn't need 2 massive pins to clip my "fringe" aka. a puffball
con: when new hair grows i'll look like i have "hair cancer"
pro: it will be longer
con: it will look fake (because it is. duh)
pro: it will be straight
con: it won't match my... other hair

well that argument just won itself...

im off to do massive amounts of tution homework and filing then... urgh. i haven't filed since primary 4.

mirror ball

circumstances makes us hard to understand sometimes and i hate life for that. been going through a rough patch at school and at home... ambiguity is all i can offer. trust me, you'd want to be spared of excruciating details of my painfully slow life.

speaking of documenting painfully slow lives, facebook seems to be a fad that has outlived its expiration date. might try it... or not (trying to remember the last time i was on friendster.) grr... all these friend sharing websites are only good for picture trading and snooping on other people who share way too much about their small tiny lives. yep... sure sounds like my kinda thing... (i realise, sarcasm, when read, loses its pizzazz. whatever.) technology is something i don't really want to get acquainted with too well. clearly...

valentine's day was yesterday. ate way too many chocolates and lollies. thanks to everyone who tried to collectively send me into diabetic spasms. nah, really thank you... the flowers, candy and chocolates were really tackiliciously sweet. v'day was quite pleasant on the whole...

on that note, no more or little blogging till after block test 1... or until i get bored of everything else. blogging seems like a waste of time and space nowadays. hmm, strange...

tata for now. love is in the air. flying kisses everywhere blah blah blah and all that other rubbish.

virtual world john peel

hey

haven't been blogging and haven't been reading blogs. even this post hardly qualifies. been busy and frankly im using any spare time i get at night to catch up on sleep. i hear some people have been studying a few hours everyday. no such initiative on my part. studying=doing homework carefully and with effort.

thinking of resorting to coffee for extra energy at night/morning... could probably tell how fucked i feel with the lengths im willing to go to (i have a great distaste for coffee. hate doesn't even begin to cover it.)

hmm maybe some coffee pills...

anyway, ethan hawke coming to singapore to do a play(i forgot the name of it the moment i heard ethan hawke's name) and im going to do my bestest to catch it because a) its ethan hawke b) ethan hawke is hot and c) its ethan hawke. nuff said. and now for some fangirling. (seriously, if you could only see the list of people i google on my search engine... its bordering on stalking.)

its always the hair, girls... always...