The Hunt Begins ★:

Saturday, July 09, 2005

I was just looking through my old blog
in Diaryland.
OH LORD IT'S SO AMUSING.
Of course, there are censored things hence
I didn't add in the "prev" & "next" icon.
Thus, all my dino-age entries are not accessible.
And if any LA-LA saw all those I'd be pretty extinct.
Heh.
What can you expect from a Sec 2 girl anws.
A life full of crazy ideas, funny expressions, puppy love, heartbreaks and exam stress.
Not leaving out bitching of course.
I was growing up, so all the plunders I've made shall be excused. (:
Reflection wise, okay lah.
So I was a lil more slow compared to the others my age.
And my photoshop skills at that tyme was horrendous.
I'm proud to say I've made a darn good improvement on that side.
:D :D
Finally, some achievement.
And talking about crazy ideas, they were really crazy.
Mimicking ah-lians from mix-schs in the memorable
squeaky-high-pitch-i-am-so-breathless tone, just in front of them of course in much more fashionable way.
-ahems
From this, you can tell that I am extremely proud to be a convent/ex-convent girl.
(x
For ten years.
- nods.
I classify convent girls "uptown" compared to that of mix schs.
(I have no offence meant here.)
You have to admit, we have attitude and we sure know how to carry ourselves.
Heh.
We used to broadcast our coversations in buses too,
unknowingly of course.
:D
~~I think i still tend to do that sometimes.~~
And of course the vanishing acts from math classes esp.
All the funny outrageous excuses would pop out.
If the excuse didn't work, we'd try to buy our way through.
Or at least that's what I did.
Did I mention I was blogging-obsessed last tyme?

My dad's trying to force fishballs down my throat.
Not ONE FISHBALL but FISHBALLS.
Yes, with the "S".
The outmost terrifying thing(S) on earth (besides roaches, dead animals, a math paper,
janelle's daddy - yes, he still is terrifying until now- etc. ) is
right infront of me now.
I just simply refuse to accept it's/their presence but it's getting into me.
):
I've totally no idea where I got my anti-fishballs genes
from but I have not clicked well with any since I was young.
HAH !
Squeeze-squissly-wobbly foul things.
- cringes.
My family, on the contrary LOVES fishballs.
Okay, I presume this topic of fishballs shall end here.
- takes the bowl of fishballs and dumps it into the bin -

Now, that the icky things have gone,
I would like to start to blog properly.
HAHA.
Ah, whatever.
I gather my feelings are ubberly
roller-coaster-ed.
I have been giving myself excuses to do, and not to do things.

Lately I haven't gotten the energy to go
to the gym cause I'm too tired.
(see, I told you.)
Right, I have too much ego to admit that I'm just plain
lazy.
:))

I'm lazy.
:D

Fine, I'm going running later.

I have just come to realise that I tend to contridict myself
when I blog so much so that when I read my older posts,
I get irritated with myself.
Now I know why I seldom score for my SBQs when I was in sec sch.
- frowns.

I can predict tmr's events.
Since I'm living in my own world,
I shall list it out.

Catastrophes:
- sleep
- eat
- watch tv : the haunting !
- online
- sleep

Sleeping too much proves fatal
for me.
My binge-mode swtich gets flicked on
when I wake up.
And I go on a rampage.
((: !

And now that I have just awoken from 13hrs
of sleep, the point I've mention above shall prove itself.
I can't deny I love food too much.
later !

groovy (:

it's always because of you ; 3:40 PM