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April 28, 2006

A girl's monthly frustrations

Oh yay. My hair is long enough to tie without having to hold it up with pins already!

Now all I gotta do is resist the urge to chop a good chunk of it off again.

Not that Chooiyen likes long hair all that much, she just wants to see whether having long hair will make her look more lady-like and sophisticated.

But seeing that her hair is dry and rough instead of the ideal soft and silky, she might end up looking like an unkept stray dog instead.

But she’s pretty optimistic about it, and she’s got her fingers crossed.

* * * * *

A few weeks ago, a classmate of mine passed around his version of the class page, and asked that whoever isn’t satisfied with their captions, or has got the chinese name written wrongly, make the corrections in pencil on that piece of paper.

Guy #1 had his photo and captions circled, and someone had written there, “Change a better one la. This is like an indirect insult.”

And, right beside that, someone else had scribbled, “Your face cannot get better. Face it bro.”

Reading it again last night, I had laughing fits all over.

My classmates are funny, but in such a mean way. My classmates are mean, but in such a funny way.

Speaking of last night, I broke my personal record!

One, for the longest period of time I have gone without sleep, and..

Two, for the most hours spent on the computer at one stretch.

Well, I didn’t sleep at all last night, save for a quick 15-minute nap at 6 am (which I usually would’ve spent ironing my uniform, but I got my mom to do it for me today). And, I was at the computer for 13 gruelling hours.

But here’s the weird bit – You can have me sleep 5 hours at night, and I’d feel sleepy in school because heck, I’ve only slept FIVE hours, but make me not sleep at all (and I didn’t even have afternoon naps yesterday) and I would be unusually energetic, more chirpy even.

But then that was after 8.30 am lah, before that I was still in my morning mood, you know, feeling grumpy and all.

I told myself that I absolutely must go home and sleep, just so I could have more energy for the trip tomorrow, but after only one hour of the ZZZ’s, I’m here, online, blogging. When I don’t have time to sleep, I just have to sleep 3 hours. When I have more than enough time for sleeping, 1 hour would be strangely sufficient.

I’m having the Eve of Trip Blues. Doesn’t matter if I’m going for camps, or holiday trips, I always get the blues the day before departure. Blues, as in, “Aiyah lazy go lah I wanna stay at home Just wanna sleep What about going online I have so much homework I don’t wanna go!!!!1111″

But it’s just a phase that I get over pretty quickly, and I always seem to have fun the next day. (If Iknow that, then why do I still have the blues?)

But tomorrow, is most probably my “28th day”. You know what I mean.

Now I wished I hadn’t read StarWeekend’s ghost articles for the past two weeks. It always seems that when in jungles at night, women having menstruation are more prone to be, um, disturbed by the things-I-am-deathly-afraid-of. And WE are scheduled to go jungle-trekking (surprise, surprise) at night.

But what really irks me is that it’s a 3-day-only trip, but it just HAD to coincide with my 28th day. Guys can laugh real loud while Mr. Chua makes jokes revolving around kitar haid and PMS, but they will never understand how troublesome it is for girls. ‘Specially when they’re going on trips.

And this is why girls should be respected, if not worshipped, by boys. ‘Cause they just have it tougher.

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 10:28 am

April 25, 2006

Short randoms

Here are a few proofs why you shouldn’t believe everything you read:

- A ‘tip’ from a househole hints book stated that if you are obese, you should mix lime juice with a little bit of honey, and drink it every morning. If I were 13 and still ignorant and didn’t know any better, I probably would have believed them. That’s perhaps the most wrong way of dealing with obeseity!

And to drink it everyday, in the morning. Tsk tsk. Acid overdose, my friend.

How can they publish something like that.

- And, taken from this month’s Seventeen magazine, “Dump… milk.” Because it interfere’s with your body’s absorption of magnesium and causes lethargy, or something like that. At least, I think it was magnesium.

If my mom were here, she’d definitely, definitely give them the Mom-Look and go, “OS – TEO – PO – RO – SIS!”, just like how she’s always giving us that look, and tell us we would have osteoporosis if we skip milk.

“Nei lou cho wei bend double, ngoh tong nei gong!” (“Later you old will bend double, I tell you!”)

Uh-huh. Then I re-read the article and realized, oh-sorry-ly, it was only during PMS periods. But then again, if I were to “dump milk” during PMS, and you add up all the days I’m dumping milk, I’d have dumped a whole lotta milk by the end of the year. My old back would still bend double.

Conclusion, yes, don’t believe everything you read.

If you MUST believe something, believe the articles about how celebrities are never as perfect as they seem.

I mean, I’d still choose to blindly believe they aren’t perfect, even if they really were. Darn the beautiful people.

* * * * *

Okay, I’mma ask you guys for a favour.

If you happen to chance upon ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ DVD/VCD in any of those video shops, could you please-please-pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top buy the thing?

And you hand it to me.

And in turn, I would reimburse you whatever amount you paid for it, and maybe bring you go yam-cha.

I mean, it is absolutely my-sister/my-brother/Chooiyen-sendiri’s favourite claymation of all time. Heck, even the songs are nice. Actually, the songs are what make it nice.

My sister and I have been going through every VCD/DVD rack we see, hoping to find the thing. Whether we’ve succeeded in finding it, obvious lah.

I have to say, I AM SO NOT KIDDING! I do sometimes say what I don’t mean and mean what I don’t say, but this time, I absolute mean it when I say, buy if you see it!

Applies to not only Chooiyen’s friends, but also to everyone who happens to read this, and also happens to be, uh, a ‘CHS-ian’.

A gazillion thanks in advance. =)

* * * * *

I should SO be doing the class page instead of writing random stuff in my blog. But I dunno, I’m getting pretty sick of it, especially since I cannot seem to come up with a way of arranging the photos and writing the names and captions that complements the background.

Take last night, for example. I skipped doing math and that chinese homework, because I spent the entire evening/night playing around with the page design. But, I dunno, everytime I try to put on the names and captions this way, or that way, it just clashes with the background. I’m all out of good ideas.

Tired lah. But ooooooh yes, I must persevere! Hahh.

And to quote my friend, “Class page only lah. Who cares how bad it is anyway.”

Uh-huh.

* * * * *

There is a rat in our house. It has now taken to coming upstairs to further look for food.

So we’ve got to keep our room doors closed all the time, lest it move into our rooms. You know how rats are impossible to chase out if they’ve set their minds on not being chased out.

Urghhh. A rat. Upstairs. Bad.

Oh well.

Ciaozzzz mah homiezzzzzzz!

Stuffed under Quick updates at 10:57 am

April 22, 2006

O Great Oracle

So, in an attempt to waste more of my time this afternoon (yeah, ’cause I never seem to do that enough), I dwelled in this great activity called Foreseeing with the Oracle.

It is basically putting your music player on shuffle mode, ask your question out loud (with great respect and reverence, of course), and have your questions answered by the Great Oracle.

Seeing that I have more than just a few measly songs in my player (’cause it really wouldn’t work then), I figured I might get some pretty good answers.

So I asked my first question, “Great Oracle, how does the world see me?”

Not wasting a second, the Oracle answered, “Dried Up, Tied and Dead to the World – Marilyn Manson”. (No! Not kidding.) But then I realized, ahhh, I already had that song on play, so it doesn’t count. I clicked for the next song, and – “Simple Man – Shinedown”.

Well. I would’ve preferred the world see me as someone totally complex, much like Einstein’s mind, complex, much like Pembezaan dan Pengamiran, complex, like, very un-simple. But nevermind.

Then I asked, “How can I make myself happy?” and the Oracle paused a bit, like any great foreteller should, and answered, “Screaming Infidelities – Dashboard Confessional”. (Oh I bullshit you not.) Now, that really is pretty hard to do, since I don’t have anyone to be disloyal to in the first place. Also, it is pretty disturbing, y’know, that I have to cheat on my boyfriend to be happy. Perhaps I’d enjoy seeing him hurt. Ooooh.

Then I had to proceed, “Will I ever have children?”

And the oracle played “Two Beds and One Coffee Machine – Savage Garden”. I’ve never really paid attention to that song, so I googled it, scanned through the lyrics, and found out that it has lyrics like ‘Slowly she opens the door, Check that he is sleeping, Pack the kids up in the car‘. I have concluded that it must be trying to tell me that some time in the future I would cheat on my husband, have kids (ah, the answer to my ‘children’ question), then later on leave my husband.

Still. Wow the Oracle gives good answers. While I’m pretending to be totally awed by it, I’m just secretly glad that I have been lucky thus far. ‘Cause the Oracle still hasn’t played anything by, say, Chevelle. Y’know, ’cause Chevelle is so totally cryptic, I almost can never understand the lyrics.

Then I asked, “What should I do with my life?” and the answer the Great Oracle gave was – “Enjoy the Silence – Depeche Mode”. Um, no comments. I have to be silent, ya know.

And ooooh, this one is good. I asked, “What do my friends really think of me?” and out came, “You’re My Angel – Taking Back Sunday”. Oh really? I always thought I was pretty average. Haha! (I cannot stress this enough, these are what ‘the Oracle’ really gave me. You KNOW I don’t lie.)

And then came something totally creepy. “O Great Oracle, what will be played at my funeral?”

“Bury Me In Black – My Chemical Romance”.

OMGWTFBBQSauce!
Yes initially it tried to play ‘Some Hearts’, but that song was deleted, so it skipped straight to ‘Bury Me In Black’. This is supposed to be a joke. The stupid player isn’t supposed to answer that with a song like this.

“Will I have a happy life?” and it answered, “The World You Love – Jimmy Eat World”. Guess I’ll be pretty happy after all. Y’know, despite the infidelity, the lies, the kids (probably illegitimate) and the pack-up-and-leave.

You know, with all the answers the Oracle has given me, well, it’s creepy. It’s supposed to answer my questions with songs that are so random, they don’t even really answer the question. You know, like, “O Oracle, will I ever get to marry Lee Hom?” and it’s suppose to go, for example, “Chicken Pie”. Y’know, totally irrelevant answers.

So I decided, heck, why not give the Great Oracle a little test. By asking the same question, of course.

“Great Oracle, again, what is the song that will be played at my funeral?”

Great Oracle : “You’re So Last Summer – Taking Back Sunday”.

Well that’s sad. And I thought I will be remembered. =’(

* * * * *

Yes this is a pretty stupid post. Well, I was bored.

I’m pretty creeped out by the songs that were chosen. I mean, take that funeral question, for instance. There are only a handful of songs in my playlist that could approprietly answer the question. And it had to choose the most appropriet one. (Yes I cannot spell appropriat.)

I’m just glad it didn’t play ‘Tortures of the Damned’. It would’ve meant I would be sent to hell. And apparently I wouldn’t be enjoying it, either.

(Chooiyen promises the next time she posts, she’ll post something a little less stupid.)

PS. I just found out my 101 post count also included draft posts. My real post count must be somewhere around 90. Oh that’s disappointing.

Stuffed under Music at 11:05 am

April 21, 2006

Slap her, she's the emo kid!

Okay, here’s what you can do.

You can take the lyrics of Bad Day by Daniel Powter, multiply it by 111 days, mesh it with Saving Jane’s Girl Next Door, then take Kill by Jimmy Eat World, and, perhaps somewhat embarrassingly, a bit of Falling For You by Student Rick.

Also, a bit of Yesterdays by Pennywise.

Blend ‘em, mash ‘em up, pound ‘em together.
And you get?
Chooiyen’s hush-hush-don’t-tell-anyone.

That’s perhaps the most personal bit of myself that’s being revealed to readers of Peeled Garlic.

(Actually, I know that’s the most personal, ’cause I’m always writing posts about stupid things like cereals and things my cat did.)

Yaaaaah. That’s 1/2 of the reason why I’ve not been blogging.

“Eh, you don’t update your blog anymore wan?”
“Ahahahahahhahah….. I lazy mah! Got so much homework!”

Yeah right. Homework my foot. Chooiyen’s just spending her time being emotional. Hahahahha.

Well, never again!

Anyway. There’s a certain friend that I need talk to. Why is it that I can never talk to you when I see you face to face.

1. We’d be interupted by people.
2. We’d be around the wrong kind of people.
3. I’m always acting cool. Like it’s some kind of Must or something.

Well, never again, again!

You know, I promised myself that I will, (like, absolutely WILL) stop being lazy and get to creating a new layout for my blog. I mean, this weird ass skin is done purely with Paint, and look how much it sucks. But then I think, what the hell am I talking about, I haven’t even finished my class page!

An average day at school
= 5 people asking me, “Done class page?”
= Chooiyen answering 5 times, “Heh, no, not yet.” with a sheepish smile to top it off.

You know, before any of us started work on the page, I had imagined 5S6′s class page to be absolutely Mind Blowing.

But after going through different hands, having different versions of it, it is now turning out to be merely Ass Sucking.

You know, ’cause it sucks ass.

But let’s just pretend that it doesn’t bother us.

* * * * *

I came back from add maths tuition an hour ago.

Tuitions are supposed to help you, encourage you, but I have to say, today’s class was anything but encouraging.

Our teacher gave us Ujian that consisted of 14 questions, and gave us 1.5 hours to finish it. Usually when she makes us do Ujians, she makes sure we don’t talk, lest we, y’know, discuss the answers, a.k.a. CHEAT.

But today was different.

I have the tendency to exaggerate, I know, but I assure you, this is how it really went, sans the exaggeration. Bear in mind, she wasn’t joking.

Teacher: “There are 14 questions, I give you 1.5 hours. I tell you, this is VERY HARD. I can tell you, none of you get can more than 40%.”
Chooiyen: “Huh? Only 40%?”
Teacher: “Yes. You also cannot get 40%.”

Here, it was particularly discouraging. And, it stings okay! Then she just had to continue…

Teacher: “You guys can discuss la. ‘Cause it won’t make any difference anyway. I think you can only do 1 question. Um, no lah, maybe 2.”
Students: *Silent. Saling berpandangan.*

So I bermonolog-ed, FINE I show you, I CAN indeed get 40%!

So I tried. First qustion., woah, no kidding, hard indeed. But I’m pretty confident that I got the correct answer. I checked, re-checked, and counter-checked. Yes, correct.

But then agan, not like it mattered anyway, ’cause a mere 30 minutes later…

Teacher: “Aiyah, dunnit do lah. I see your faces, so pathetic, sure cannot do. I don’t even have to mark, just put ’0′ there enough already.”

Uhh.

Why, thank you for your kind encouragement. That sure boosted our spirits, that sure made us feel like we could indeed conquer Add Maths.

* * * * *

Oh, in case you’re in search of a good song, a song that’s slow and sweet and has boy-bandish lyrics, then go listen to Aaron Carter’s “Do You Remember”.

I know, you’re not a fan of Aaron Carter either, but give this song a try.

I like it; you might, too.

“Do you remember why I walked on water for you
Do you remember my first steps on the moon
Have you ever wondered why I gave three wishes to you
You asked the question
But the answer lies in youuuu….”

Sweet.

(But, this coming from a girl who totally adores the Backstreet Boys.)

PS. I just realized, my post count reached 100. This is my 101th post! Oooooh, Big Number!

PPS. Don’t tell me if you have anything over 101 posts. I don’t want to hear about it. And, we hate killjoys.

Stuffed under 'Bit More Serious at 2:21 pm

April 16, 2006

Of stoners and spirits. Or not.

‘Twas a boring Saturday, a Saturday like all other Saturdays, only thing is it was a Saturday sandwiched between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.

Chooiyen was enjoying her new CD, when she spotted this photo album she got at the RM5 shop a while ago. She started flipping through it, yeah, looked through the photos taken two years ago with her old film camera.

And she came across this photo, one which she has always thought came out quite nice.

It may not look like it, but it’s actually a very candid shot. Heck, I wasn’t even conscious of their, um, poses. It was a spontaneous snapshot.

Chooiyen thinks they could look like a couple of things, e.g:

1. Doing a photoshoot for an album cover, preferably a boyband album

2. Completely stoned. (Y’know, stoners hiding in an abondon building and all. Check out that old headboard!)

3. So very yeng!

Chooiyen thinks it’s number 3. She really likes it a lot!
(Why am I only the photographer, and not in it?!)

* * * * *

We were talking about ghosts and spirits over lunch (we being my mom, my sister and I). My aunt died of cancer last April, and my mom said that the period after my aunt died and before the day of cremation, my mom kept getting this hospital smell in our house, especially in the masterbedroom.

My uncles and other aunts kept getting the same smell, too. It wasn’t until my aunt was cremated that the smell finally went away. My relatives think that it was my aunt, visiting them for the last few times, before finally truly ‘leaving’.

But then I found out something pretty disturbing.

Apparently, I saw spirits when I was younger.

I was really young then. My mom came back one night, and I told her that when I was doing my homework some time in the evening, a man came over and looked at me. Then he started looking through my homework. Apparently, I told her I couldn’t really see who it was, but could tell it was a man. But there wasn’t any man at our house then, only my maid and I.

Guess what. My mom only just came back that night, from my grandfather’s funeral.

I don’ remember anything like that, that’s what my mom told me.

Yeah, my grandfather. I don’t care what you say, it can be my grandfather or someone else’s grandfather, I still thnk it’s spooky. I keep reading things like that in the Singapore True Ghosts Stories series, uhhh, never thought I had actually gone through the same thing.

But it’s still pretty, um, touching(?). I mean, my grandfather and I were never really close. In fact, I don’t think we’ve had more than, say, 40 dialouges while he was still here. Much, much fewer than 40 even, I think.

He might’ve visited all my cousins, I don’t know. But I’m pretty touched that he bothered to check on me. That’s what my mother said he was doing. And how come he didn’t visit my sister, or my brother.

I really (really) hope it was my gong gong. It’d be really sweet if it really was him. I’d rather not think of that other possibility.

Uh, still pretty creeped out.

Stuffed under Family and Friends at 6:04 am

April 11, 2006

I've got nothing to talk about, so I'll just talk about cereals.

With cereal being my favourite kind of breakfast ever, and with cereal being my most common form of breakfast, the varieties I’ve tasted is really pretty limited.

I’ve always stuck dead to KoKoKrunch and that Milo ball puffs thing. Always.

So then, I was doing grocery shopping with my mom last night, and we came to the cereal aisle. There was this father, and this mother, and their around-five son.

The kid reached for KoKoKrunch. The father, very sternly, said,” No! No KoKoKrunch! Have plain cornflakes, duwan cocoa.”

WAAH. Five-year-old, cannot have cocoa flavoured cereal? And here I was, all 17-years of me, grabbing two boxes of KoKoKrunch.

So my mom and I kind of looked at each other, and we decided that it is about time I had a healthier alternative. (Whoever said cocoa cereal with milk wasn’t healthy breakfast food anyway. And yummy, too.)

I do love oats, which is Healthy breakfast food, but I get pretty lazy when it comes to actually cooking it. Instant oats just doesn’t do it for me.

So for the first time ever, I bought a box of ‘Fitness Low-Fat Whole-Wheat Breakfast Cereal’. It is so healthy, it is “made from Wheat”, not “Corn”. (Again, whoever said corn wasn’t healthy?!)

From past experience, when my mom bought home “healthy adult breakfast”, like all that disgusting muesli stuff, we have learnt that when I don’t like a certain something for breakfast, I will NOT touch it for the second time, and will only leave it there to rot.

So we only bought a small box of that Fitness Low-Fat Whole-Wheat whatever. And surprisingly, it tastes.. good. It’s not as good as KoKoKrunch or Milo ball puff thing mind you, but still pleasant enough for me to continue eating it every morning.

And at least, I don’t have to say I had “KoKoKrunch” for breakfast. Or “Milo ball puff thing”. ‘Cause they sound so childish.

(Amazingly, after years and years of consuming it, I realize I still don’t know what “Milo ball puff thing” is really called.)

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 1:24 am

April 5, 2006

Randoms.

So lately, it seems like someone is out to squeeze every bit of joy out from people.

Having too much fun? Here comes Ms. KillJoy.

Happy with yourself? Ms. KillJoy is here to make you feel like shit.

Something pleasant has happened to you? Ms. KillJoy will take it all away from you.

Please. If someone is happy/perfectly-contented/sees-no-reason-to-sulk, then leave them be. If you have to be negative about everything, then go away and take all that euurgh-ness away with you. No one wants all that negativity around.

Not welcomed. No one invited you anyway.

* * * * *

If I could change the world, I would make it a law that whoever mentions the phrase “Life Sucks” or “I Hate Life”, shall be sent to, not jail, but a HappyHouse. (I’ll think of a better name if I do get to change the world one day.)

HappyHouse – where they will be forced to listen to happy tunes and talk happy talk and live within bright orange-washed walls and sleep on soft, comfy beds (lack of sleep results in grouchiness) and maybe, they will even eat McDonald’s HappyMeal for lunches.

What I absolutely cannot stand are the people who go “Awww My Life Sucks” then proceed to go and tell the world about their new iPod, or what new clothes and accessories (BAH the spelling) they have. If you’re like that, I have three things for you:-

1. Grow up. Please.

or

2. If your life sucks, then feel free to switch lives with anybody who is now sleeping on dirt floors, hungry from not having dinner, and wondering what tomorrow will bring them.

or

3. Kill yourself.

Feel free to choose one.

[If you're going through a bad patch, then say you're going through a bad patch. Don't say Life SuxXx.]

* * * * *

I have been having very, very bad dreams lately.

For the last few nights, I have been getting minimal hours of sleep, because I would wake up every few minutes. From having a bad dream.

The dreams get so bad a couple of times that halfway into the night I had to turn on the lights, because the dark is so completely scary.

Most of the dreams were scary because, well, bad things were happening.

A few dreams, however, were nail-bitingly scream-worthy because they were happening in my own room, and they were VERY real. I would wake up, and my bed would be pointing a totally different direction altogether, like it was moved in my sleep. Then I would wake up again, and it felt like needles piercing me, and my movemenst were so restricted I couldn’t get up. And I heard my sister’s spine-chilling scream from the other room, but couldn’t get to her ’cause I was pinned down by the needles. Or I would wake up, and it felt like there was something else in the room, looming over me, only I couldn’t see it ’cause it was dark.

Then I would wake up again, and I wouldn’t know if this was still a dream or not, and the only way I could tell was to wait for something creepy/weird/freaky to happen. So yeah, that meant lying there, eyes wide open, wondering if you’re awake, waiting in the dark. Waiting for something to happen. And I daren’t move, ’cause, what if something DOES happen?

One time I woke up, and a baby was crying. In my room. That was almost the freakiest of all dreams. There is something about babies crying in the middle of the night when all is still that freaks me out.

The few times I woke up, and was completely sure that I was fully awake, I’d get right up and turn the lights on.

I’m not kidding when I say it is very, very, very scary. Even more so when you can’t tell your dreams from reality.

OhMyGoodnessMe what is wrong. Something must be causing those deams. It’s freaking me out.

* * * * *

I am very happy that I am starting to understand add maths a lot better now, and I actually kind of enjoy it.

But sad to say, it is modern maths now that has me bored out of my mind. I just tend to space out during lessons, and have trouble when it comes to doing the exercises.

With the good, comes the bad. And vice versa.

Ciao!

Stuffed under Quick updates at 10:49 am