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October 31, 2005

6 reasons why

Six reasons why I absolutely LOVE these people:

#1. We know we’ve got support, ALWAYS.

We know someone’s always below, keeping us from sinking. Something like that. You’ve got my back, I’ve got yours.

#2. They let me be King during our war games.
It doesn’t matter that even my own subjects (StupidLing being one of them) gang up with the enemies and kill me. We absolutely love role playing games! (And I don’t mean the computer kind!)

From left:
-ChuanLing the Maggi Hot Cup, “menggoda enemies wan”
-Marvi, the second most honoured soldier (who was the first, I forgot)
-Li-Ann the Durian, “eat people wan”
-EngFui the Princess
-ZiHui, the Most Setia Soldier
-Chooiyen, KING!
-Shiyunn (shit my memory fails me)
-Ivy, the Wicked Witch

No prizes for guessing who came up with these weird characters. ‘Cause she gets the best role, which is the Princess. But Fish, why the hell would a king like me with my country under attack need a Maggi HotCup for?! To menggoda the enemies and distract them la. ShiYunn was also equipped with MaggiHotCup. Both were my not-so-loyal subjects. No wonder I lost the war. Li-Ann very charm, human-eating durian? What the Fish is that.

#3. We’ve SLEPT together before (?)
Nothing gets you closer to someone than to have their sleeping habits exposed to you!

(It would’ve looked so much better if CharlotteBoy was in the photo.)

Though surprisingly, this year, the one who usually woke up last during our previous sleep-togethers became the early riser, and the USUAL early risers, well, you know la.

#4. We DANCED in the rain together.
Okay la, it was raining and we had no umbrellas, but Fish, no one had to know that =)

Though to be fair, we DID sing and dance. Not in the rain, but under the moonlight, which is so much more romantic! This is where Toploader’s Dancing In The Moonlight comes to mind.
“Everybody’s feelin’ warm and bright. You just can’t dance and stay uptight!”

One day, we HAVE to learn the words to Wake Me Up When September Ends.
So we won’t have to go “na na na na na na na na na na…. WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS!
na na na na na na na na na na.. WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS!
na na na na na na na…..”
It would be so much for fun if we could sing the whole song!

#5. In unison now: We look like char siews!
Especially in this photo:

Yeah, it’s the camera. Some other photos turned out like this, too. We look like the red char siew you get when you order wantan mee. Especially Marvi and I. Gosh.

Darn Zihui’s camera la.

#6. We’ve encountered REVELATIONS together.
Need proof?

I’m aware I look somewhat dumb, but who cares, ’cause Fish I like this photo!

An enlightening disclosure. We had no idea ChuanLing had such HUGE eyes (bet BigFeet’s feet are bigger!), or that she looked so much like Fui.

StupidLing trying to imitate Fui. Dumbass. They look so friggin’ cute together!

Yes, THAT is why I love these people!

Okay, I admit. This post with all these pictures is just my lame attempt at justifying that RM165 we paid for the trip.
It wasn’t as good as our previous trips, only because past couple of years we’ve had TOO much fun. You can’t expect every year to be THAT good, can you?

Next year though, we’ll avoid trips with tours and carefully scheduled itinerary.
AND, trips with teacher chaperones. =)

Here’s something irrelevant to the post, completely random. Because I like randomness, remember?

A few random people in random poses against a completely random backdrop.
I say random because I have no inkling of when and why and how we came to be doing that. Or why Ivy was looking at us like that.
Despite the fact that this photo was so random, it came out quite unusual. We all looked like carefully placed mannequins, to me at least.

And THAT, sums this post up!

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 1:49 pm

October 26, 2005

NaNoWriMo

Being ChooiYen who doesn’t have parties to go to every weekend and social events to attend to every other day, I NEED something to keep myself busy with.

December’s all taken care off, I have oodles of stuff planned, I wouldn’t have to stay home and rot in my room (I couldn’t even if I wanted to anyway). But I’ve got nothing planned for November, and that’s where NaNoWriMo comes in! A whole month of what I love doing most – writing! It’s appealing because it’s the only place where quantity comes before quality. Which means I wouldn’t have to draft, reread, edit, reread and re-edit. wOOT!

Now all I need is some inspiration… and a good plot.

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 11:50 am

October 25, 2005

Having your parents read your diary is the most WRONG thing, ever!

I did probably THE most stupid thing as compared to the other stuid things I’ve done the whole of this year.

I was in school, and I asked my dad to bring me my cellphone when he comes in the afternoon.

After the break in few months ago whereby my then somewhat brand new digital camera was stolen, I have come to learn that burglars tend to grab whatever is in plain sight first (which of course, has to be of certain value). So you can be sure you won’t see my cellphone lying around where it is easily accessible.

I forgot to tell my dad where my phone was. And not being able to find it, he called my phone, and tracked down where that MP3 ringtone was coming from.

I almost freaked out when I came home and realize that my JOURNALS was right next to where my phone was. It was supposed to be a secret place, dammit! Now my dad knows I keep journals, and also where I keep them.

But what really bothers me is that my dad, who is often really curious about everything to the point that he becomes somewhat of a busybody, most likely will not be able to resist peeking into one of my journals. So much more when my journals are handmade, thick, cover-less, weird looking and stick out like a sore thumb among all my school exercise books and paperback novels. And it’s filled with the most intricate details of my personal life. Yeah, it’s that enticing and hard to resist.

How leh? I know my sister has read it, but that’s different. It’s my FATHER we’re talking about now. He probably knows my innermost secrets, and THAT is a disturbing thought.

—–
Still, today was a pleasant day. I left home with RM48.52 in my wallet this morning. And came home with a total of only RM0.02. The only reason I still have the two cents is because I couldn’t do anything with two cents.

That is a lot of money, considering the fact that I did not buy clothes or CDs or stuff people usually spend money on. Fish, I almost didn’t have the money for my transport home!

Seeing that it’s the holidays and there would be no allowance, and seeing that I keep forgetting to NOT spend when I go out, I have no idea how I am going to pay for youth camp this December.

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 1:06 pm

October 23, 2005

Attitude adjustment

” 当我和世界不一样那就让我不一样
逆风的方向更适合飞翔
我不怕千万人阻挡只怕自己投降 “

Haha, Ling sent me the lyrics to one of Mayday’s songs through SMS, and now it’s one of my favoutite (and often repeated) phrases.

Few days ago, someone asked me why I always do not ‘give face’ to people. Like when someone says something they think is funny but really isn’t, I don’t even try to fake a smile. Or during a really boring performance and people start waving their hands for God knows what reasons, they think I should wave along too, even if none of us really feel like it. Or when I’m not in the mood for talking, I just don’t say anything, at all. Or what gives me the right to be so frank with my opinions.

Haha, here’s what.

” 我如果对自己不行如果对自己说谎
即使你不原谅我也不能原谅 “

Now you know why you think I have an ‘attitude’. Fish, I’ve had people whom I’ve never talked to before tell me I’m arrogant. Like, Fish, you want me to hunch my back, smile smile and pretend to be dumb just so I don’t look like I have an attitude?

I am a very boring person. I admit that. If I don’t know you well, and I’ve got nothing to say to you, I keep quiet. I answer your questions with answers as short and quick as possible, then I’d wish you’d just shut up. Call it an attitude if you want. I’d sometimes just rather be alone. Being alone doesn’t bother me much. In fact, I’d rather be alone than have to make small talk and put on fak-ish smiles. It’s awfully tiring.

I disable comments and that’s an ATTITUDE? I was just kidding when I said I’m always correct, but I really am serious when I said I want my opinions untainted. Because comments really DO affect what you write, no matter how hard you try not to let it to. It’s not an attitude!

I’m always frank, I know. But not THAT frank. I don’t go ahead and embarrass you in front of everybody (unless you have done that to me before, haha!) I make it subtle, don’t I? Though it’s nice to know there are friends who appreciate mah frank-ness. You don’t want to put on an uber hideous dress and have your friends tell you it’s pretty then get humiliated later, do you?

And I have unrealistic dreams, but that’s just what YOU think! My mom calls me idealistic and naive. One of my closest friend called it childish. Another had a skeptical look. What I have told you guys is only a fraction of what I’ve planned for the future. Wait ’til you hear everything, with all the intricate details!

” 我的手越骯脏眼神越是发光
最美的愿望一定最疯狂 “

Changing the world isn’t hard to do. Haven’t we already taken the first (extremely) small step?

And in case you don’t already know, I love the way I am. I may screw up my exams every now and then, I am lazy and procrastinate ’til the very last minute, sometimes my life can be so so mundane, my room is in a perpetual mess, I can be obsessive compulsive with all the small things, I cannot sing OR dance for nuts, and I tend to bite off more than I can chew. But that’s me, and I love it. And as cliched as it may sound, I’m going to say it anyway. ALWAYS be yourself, even when everyone else think you shouldn’t. BUT, that only applies when what you do doesn’t hurt anybody.

(In case you’re wondering, the lyrics are from Mayday’s “倔强”. Probably the only Mayday song I’ve ever heard and liked.)

Stuffed under 'Bit More Serious at 4:58 am

October 18, 2005

To a friend of mine

Li-ann is right.
It really isn’t about how much time we spend together.

I guess, we were kind of drifting apart. And I’m sorry about that old folks’ home outing. You know us well enough to know that all of us are kind of, um, forgetful. Most of the others only found out that day, and you know us, I’d think Fui already told you guys, but she’d think Li-ann has gotten the word out to everyone, so in the end someone ends up uninformed.

Again, we’re sorry.

But Pn. Tan wants us to go back to that home sometime soon. You know, probably an LKT outing or something. Which kind of makes it no longer our special place to go huh? Oh well. And I promise next time we go (which we WILL, we promised them senior citizens already), you’ll be the first I ask =)

You’re still our friend no matter what. You’re still one eighth of DaTouBa.
DaTouBa never ever leaves anyone behind!

You’re right. Friends like these are for keeps. It’ll be almost impossible to find real friends once you have a job and start working. I’ve spent almost two whole days in the staff room at school, and trust me, I’ve seen more venomous glances and fake smiles than I’d have think school teachers would be capable of. But there you go.

Maybe one day we’ll grow up (gosh I make it sound like we might not grow up) and we’ll have little kids and we’ll dump them in this children’s care center and off we’ll go, having fun monkey-dancing and laughing extra loudly as usual!

Then when we grow REALLY old, we’ll go play Bingo together, and maybe I’ll wipe that dribbling saliva off your chin and you’ll wash my false teeth for me at night.

Ahh, the wonders of friendship.

So three cheers to ours!

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 2:22 pm

October 17, 2005

I'll be driving down the streets

Chooi: Mom, can I take driver’s ed right after my birthday?

Mom: No.

Chooi: Why? Why?

Mom: Because you have to focus on your SPM. Driver’s ed will be a distraction. You can do it after your exams.

Chooi: It won’t take up much of my time! See, my birthday’s in January, which is in three month’s. I’ll be done with it way before SPM starts!

Mom: I said NO.

Chooi: Why?!

Mom: You said it yourself. You think you’re matured enough to handle a car in another three months?

Chooi: WHY NOT?

Mom: You’re not responsible enough. I can’t even trust you to do your share of the chores.

Chooi: Well if you grant me permission for driver’s ed, I promise I’ll do the chores.

Mom: NO. You can promise me the moon when you want something from me. Besides, if you get the license to drive, you would be driving up and down, chauffeuring your friends to malls and all that. When would you have the time to study? If you don’t get straight A’s, you’d be driving Proton Sagas when you’re older.

Chooi: I would not! I have self descipline! I will study!

Mom: You won’t. You will be out all the time. Even now, the only thing that’s stopping you from going out all day is your father refusing to drive you there.

Chooi: But that is SO unfair! Everyone is taking driver’s ed during Form 5!

Mom: Other people’s children, other people’s business. Other people jump into the river and die, you want to follow suit?

Chooi: I don’t care. I’m signing up for classes right after my birthday.

Mom: I am your mother and I said NO!

Two weeks later..

Chooi: Mom, I want to take driver’s ed after my birthday.

Mom: I thought we’ve already established that driver’s ed is out of the question.

Chooi: That wasn’t the end of the discussion! I’ve got a new argument to bring in!

Mom: It wouldn’t be of use. I’ve made up my mind.

Chooi: But! See, they’re raising the legal driving age, right? What if after my SPM, they already raised it to 19, or worse, 21? You would have to drive me to college everyday then. And who has ever heard of a college student being driven by her parents everyday?

Mom: You can take the bus or something. And what about never being at home? I’m sure you would be going out all the time if you had the license to drive.

Chooi: No I won’t. How about I take driver’s ed right after my birthday, and not drive anywhere until after SPM? You know, in case they DO raise the legal driving age, I would already have passed the test.

Mom: *Thinks* Hmm.. We’ll see when the time comes.

Chooi: Okay then, it’s settled! Driver’s ed after birthday!

Mom: *Silence*

And knowing my mom, when she stays silent, it means she has got nothing to say, and that in turn would mean that she agrees to whatever you have said. Only she doesn’t want to admit it.

And so, I’ll be a licensed driver when all of you still have to take the LRT or something!

Hah!

(Oh, and if you thought this went a little too heated and I sounded like a brat, I’ll have you informed that it was all in good fun. My mom isn’t mean, and I am not bratty. Really.)

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 2:41 pm

October 15, 2005

Awwh darn it

Darn it. I just realized I made a very obvious typo. Right under the title.

“‘Cause garlic always taste better PEELED.”

But then, don’t care lah.

Lazy.

Stuffed under Quick updates at 3:57 pm

October 13, 2005

Dolls galore!

I’ve always liked browsing doll sites. Not manufactured dolls though. These dolls are handmade and one-of-a-kind.

Strange Dolls has got to be one of my favourites doll sites EVER. Come to think of it, it’s probably the first ever site I’ve visited that features somber dolls. Really now, the first people to ever make dolls of such melancholy are INGENIOUS. Having played with Barbies since young, naturally I wasn’t too used to Beth Robinson’s dolls back then. But then again, in the words of Francis Bacon, “There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportions.” And Robinson’s dolls are exquisite. I especially liked the Shadow Boxes and StitchBitch series. And when it came to individual dolls, The Yawn, The Carrot and the Prophet gave me goosebumps, they were that good. Oh, and methinks the Wisp here looks a little like Marilyn Manson, no? Well, it does.
(Obviously, the links aren’t for display only. They’re clickable, and thus they’re for clicking, too!)

Another series of dolls I wish I had are the Ghost Dolls from October Effigies. They don’t really look like ghosts, do they. Just really gloomy looking nymphs or something. And they’re beautiful.

And for those of you who are sick and morbid who enjoy all things macabre, you would probably love Autopsy Babies. A note of forewarning though – if you’re squeamish and get queasy easily, then you probably shoudn’t enter. Imagine stapled mouths, stitched skin, removable face and chest (and when you do remove them it sure isn’t a pretty sight), random protruding nails and of course, rotten skin and blood. But if you’re curious enough, go ahead then! The earlier babies weren’t that bad, but pretty soon they got more and more grotesque. Definitely, I was pretty much in shock when I first saw them. Because they looked so life-like. Wouldn’t it be interesting to wait until the parents aren’t looking, then carry their babies away and leave an Autopsy Baby in its place? Those babies have got to be the freakiest dolls ever.

Bastet Dollworks were creepy, too. They still had blood and stitched mouths and nails for teeth and all, but at least they had a decent face, albeit pale with dark spooky eyes. Click on the thumbnails and these relatively large photos of the dolls come up, and it was extremely unsettling to have large images of the dolls staring back at you like that. Really now, I wonder who would collect them. I wonder who’d be able to sleep at night with them in the room.

Haha, I’d better stop. Ling has been going on about how weird I am, and how the stuff I like are generally offbeat and, well, weird. And to continue with all these spooky dolls would only confirm all that I’ve been trying to deny all along!

But I love weird dolls! (Deliberate color!)

Stuffed under Ramblings at 1:48 pm