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G'morning, peeps. =)
Rise and shine, smartee pants.
*yawn*
I think I'll go back to sleep.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Chipping and chatting
Do you know how difficult it is to eat and chat on MSN at the same time?
I'm not the kind of person who stares at the keyboard searching for alphabets and types with two fingers while chatting, because I'm accustomed to the normal way of typing (in case you didn't know, its with 8 fingers on the alphabets and 2 thumbs on the spacebar =.="). So its pretty much of a pain typing with one hand and eating chips with the other.
Which is what I was doing like, 7 minutes ago.
And I decided that chips isn't worth so much that I can ditch that person to eat in peace.
And I also decided that person isn't worth so much that I can ditch chips for that person to chat in peace.
And I can't type with both hands because one hand is full of chippy crumbs. And the last time my sister typed with her hands stained with food, baby cockroaches actually came crawling out of the keyboard.
So I found a solution.
That's why I'm eating chips with a spoon and typing with both hands.
Tada! Problem solved!
~Smartee
P.S. Guess who I was chatting with.
Oh, you don't wanna know? =(
P.P.S. Tomato flavoured chips rocks =)
P.P.P.S. This post is pointless. I was just typing this post while munching chips and waiting for Nav to reply.
I'm not the kind of person who stares at the keyboard searching for alphabets and types with two fingers while chatting, because I'm accustomed to the normal way of typing (in case you didn't know, its with 8 fingers on the alphabets and 2 thumbs on the spacebar =.="). So its pretty much of a pain typing with one hand and eating chips with the other.
Which is what I was doing like, 7 minutes ago.
And I decided that chips isn't worth so much that I can ditch that person to eat in peace.
And I also decided that person isn't worth so much that I can ditch chips for that person to chat in peace.
And I can't type with both hands because one hand is full of chippy crumbs. And the last time my sister typed with her hands stained with food, baby cockroaches actually came crawling out of the keyboard.
So I found a solution.
That's why I'm eating chips with a spoon and typing with both hands.
Tada! Problem solved!
~Smartee
P.S. Guess who I was chatting with.
Oh, you don't wanna know? =(
P.P.S. Tomato flavoured chips rocks =)
P.P.P.S. This post is pointless. I was just typing this post while munching chips and waiting for Nav to reply.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Through the thick and thin
I am in the middle of a nuclear disaster at the moment (minus the radiation). But, my fingers are itchy (probably from the dust...you'll find out why in a few moments).
Thursday's performance = rocks!
Friday's trip to Bukit Tinggi = Even better (and it was with my brother!)
Saturday = Sleep + Eat + Sleep + More eating + More sleeping.
Sunday = Church + Hunting for you-know-what for you-know-where.
Monday = Skipped school
Tuesday = WAAAAAAAA! =(
At the moment, I'm attempting (and miserably failing) to clean my room. This afternoon I told myself I must clear out the 70 different types of debris in my room. An undebatable, absolute, must. So with that firm resolution in mind, I started....................wondering where to start. =.="
"Should I sweep the floor first?"
"Or should I change the sheets?"
"Maybe I should clear out my wardrobe?"
"Should I clear the dust off my table?"
"Or should I clear the dust off the things on my table?"
I swear, it was a pain in the ass.
In the end I decided to do what I suspect Pauline does.
Just shove everything into the drawers. I have plenty of drawers, so no worries. The problem with this solution is...sooner or later, I'd have to clear out my drawers, right?
Hence, the reason for my "WAAAAAA! =(".
Today was interesting though, because while I was trying to salvage something useful from the unwashed clothes and dust on the floor, I found a .... key. Took me a moment to realise that it was a key to a drawer that I haven't opened for a long time. Mostly because there were a lot of things in there that I didn't want to look at anymore, but had too much sentimental value to throw away.
I thought I had lost that key a long time ago, and there was no hope of reopening that drawer in a sane way (breaking in by force doesn't count as sane). Turns out that stupid key was hanging out with my dirty laundry on the floor I walk on everyday.
I even found an old S.K.I.E.S. book, the tattered copy of the first song I wrote nearly 5 years ago, the first printed draft of CotS: Journey till the Ends Meet and a whole lot of notes and letters. All in the tiny drawer. Hard to get letters nowsadays, with emails and SMSes running around like nobody's business.
Anyway, I swear I won't ever lose that key again. Ever, ever. Because though pain may be part of the past, its also part of the future. And broken vases can never be completely whole again.
And some things that we lose can never be found again.
But that doesn't mean we should hold on like nobody's business.
Because some things are meant to be gone forever.
And I love speaking in riddles because I know it drives you crazy. =)
~Smartee
P.S. The title above "through thick and thin".. I know you're thinking it means how friends stick with you through thick and thin or something similar.
It doesn't.
It symbolises me cleaning through the debris in my room. Enjoying the thin and stuffing the thick down a drawer, where I won't have to worry about it for the next 5 years.
Don't laugh! If you think about the work involved for me, its not even funny!
Thursday's performance = rocks!
Friday's trip to Bukit Tinggi = Even better (and it was with my brother!)
Saturday = Sleep + Eat + Sleep + More eating + More sleeping.
Sunday = Church + Hunting for you-know-what for you-know-where.
Monday = Skipped school
Tuesday = WAAAAAAAA! =(
At the moment, I'm attempting (and miserably failing) to clean my room. This afternoon I told myself I must clear out the 70 different types of debris in my room. An undebatable, absolute, must. So with that firm resolution in mind, I started....................wondering where to start. =.="
"Should I sweep the floor first?"
"Or should I change the sheets?"
"Maybe I should clear out my wardrobe?"
"Should I clear the dust off my table?"
"Or should I clear the dust off the things on my table?"
I swear, it was a pain in the ass.
In the end I decided to do what I suspect Pauline does.
Just shove everything into the drawers. I have plenty of drawers, so no worries. The problem with this solution is...sooner or later, I'd have to clear out my drawers, right?
Hence, the reason for my "WAAAAAA! =(".
Today was interesting though, because while I was trying to salvage something useful from the unwashed clothes and dust on the floor, I found a .... key. Took me a moment to realise that it was a key to a drawer that I haven't opened for a long time. Mostly because there were a lot of things in there that I didn't want to look at anymore, but had too much sentimental value to throw away.
I thought I had lost that key a long time ago, and there was no hope of reopening that drawer in a sane way (breaking in by force doesn't count as sane). Turns out that stupid key was hanging out with my dirty laundry on the floor I walk on everyday.
I even found an old S.K.I.E.S. book, the tattered copy of the first song I wrote nearly 5 years ago, the first printed draft of CotS: Journey till the Ends Meet and a whole lot of notes and letters. All in the tiny drawer. Hard to get letters nowsadays, with emails and SMSes running around like nobody's business.
Anyway, I swear I won't ever lose that key again. Ever, ever. Because though pain may be part of the past, its also part of the future. And broken vases can never be completely whole again.
And some things that we lose can never be found again.
But that doesn't mean we should hold on like nobody's business.
Because some things are meant to be gone forever.
And I love speaking in riddles because I know it drives you crazy. =)
~Smartee
P.S. The title above "through thick and thin".. I know you're thinking it means how friends stick with you through thick and thin or something similar.
It doesn't.
It symbolises me cleaning through the debris in my room. Enjoying the thin and stuffing the thick down a drawer, where I won't have to worry about it for the next 5 years.
Don't laugh! If you think about the work involved for me, its not even funny!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Post PMR Date
It really sounds nice. Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR.
...
Yeah, I'm usually like this.
Pre-SPM.
AWWWW.
Anyway, back to the topic, the date on Friday... with 3 girls, Miss Kelly, Mrs Pearly and .............Christie. Apparently, Chris and I were suppose to "help" Kelly and Pearly buy their dresses and masks for prefect's night.
So we went trampling around Times Square searching for a dress that was "not too mature!" (Pearly) and that doesn't "make me look so old!" (Kelly). And when we finally found a shop with dresses that wasn't "ohmywhat-so-expensive!" (Pearly) and "Eww-no-way-I'm-wearing-that!" (Kelly), you wouldn't believe what happened.
To the few guys who read my blog, if you ever date Kelly or Pearly, be sure you don't teman them shopping for clothes. Not unless you wanna stand in some girly shop, with your arms folded and your eyes glued to your watch. I'm just telling, for your sanity's sake. Don't say I didn't warn you, (Can't-say-his-name-here).
"...and that was the longest 40 minutes of my life." - quote Christie from her blog.
This Kelly went into the dressing room (and came out looking gorgeous then she went straight back in to change into the next dress..) times (darab =.=") the sentence in the bracket half a dozen times. I'm lazy to type it out again and again.
This Pearly was even better (translation if you can't understand Sarcasmland language: WORSE). She change into one dress and stayed in front of mirror looking hot for forty crazy minutes, all the while asking if it looks okay.
Pearly: Are you sure I look okay in it?
Us (two salesgirls, Chris, me): Yes, of course, you look really gorgeous...etc.
Pearly: But don't I look too skinny in it????
Us: Noooo, of course not, you look just fine, etc
Pearly: So should I buy this..?
Us: Yes, of course, why not, you look so nice, and its not that expensive..etc.
Pearly: What if my mum doesn't like it?
Us: That's like, impossible, since you look so pretty in it, etc
Pearly: Haaaahhh, but I'm not sure la...
Christie: *waves her fist and says something threatening*
Pearly: But still, don't you think I look weird in it????
Me: Pearly, if (can't-say-his-name-here) sees you in that dress, he's gonna think he died and went to heaven.
Pearly: *splutters something that sounds like a mix between "whatthehell!" and "vicki-shutup!"*
Salesgirls: Uhh, haha?
Imagine having that conversation in 20 different ways for 40 minutes. I thought I died and went to hell.
Okay, bad example, but still. Its actually quite funny, thinking about both of them at that time now. Thank God, they got their stuff. Amen. Phew.
The best part was that Christie brought her camera and we were so excited about taking pictures of Pearly and Kelly in their prefect's night dresses, that after they came out of the dressing rooms in those dresses, we ..........................................................................................................................................completely forgot to take a single picture. I could have hit myself on the head for forgetting...........but I didn't. This brain needs to take SPM.
Anyway, we watched some movie called Meatballs, which was about this fella who invented a machine that made food fall from the sky. Sounds lame, but its kinda funny.
My weekend was uneventful, other than a raging sorethroat and a stubbornly-refusing-to-just-go-away headache.
I think for prom stuff I better not go shopping with Christie. She seems to have the idea of forcing me into all sorts of hideous things stuck in her head permanently.
Much love people,
~Smartee
P.S. I wore boots with heels during the outing. It felt so good being 3cm taller than Christie. XD
P.P.S. Check out Christie's blog. She complained better about the outing than I did. =)
P.P.P.S. Gotta say I'm addicted to the Crossroads project.
...
Yeah, I'm usually like this.
Pre-SPM.
AWWWW.
Anyway, back to the topic, the date on Friday... with 3 girls, Miss Kelly, Mrs Pearly and .............Christie. Apparently, Chris and I were suppose to "help" Kelly and Pearly buy their dresses and masks for prefect's night.
So we went trampling around Times Square searching for a dress that was "not too mature!" (Pearly) and that doesn't "make me look so old!" (Kelly). And when we finally found a shop with dresses that wasn't "ohmywhat-so-expensive!" (Pearly) and "Eww-no-way-I'm-wearing-that!" (Kelly), you wouldn't believe what happened.
To the few guys who read my blog, if you ever date Kelly or Pearly, be sure you don't teman them shopping for clothes. Not unless you wanna stand in some girly shop, with your arms folded and your eyes glued to your watch. I'm just telling, for your sanity's sake. Don't say I didn't warn you, (Can't-say-his-name-here).
"...and that was the longest 40 minutes of my life." - quote Christie from her blog.
This Kelly went into the dressing room (and came out looking gorgeous then she went straight back in to change into the next dress..) times (darab =.=") the sentence in the bracket half a dozen times. I'm lazy to type it out again and again.
This Pearly was even better (translation if you can't understand Sarcasmland language: WORSE). She change into one dress and stayed in front of mirror looking hot for forty crazy minutes, all the while asking if it looks okay.
Pearly: Are you sure I look okay in it?
Us (two salesgirls, Chris, me): Yes, of course, you look really gorgeous...etc.
Pearly: But don't I look too skinny in it????
Us: Noooo, of course not, you look just fine, etc
Pearly: So should I buy this..?
Us: Yes, of course, why not, you look so nice, and its not that expensive..etc.
Pearly: What if my mum doesn't like it?
Us: That's like, impossible, since you look so pretty in it, etc
Pearly: Haaaahhh, but I'm not sure la...
Christie: *waves her fist and says something threatening*
Pearly: But still, don't you think I look weird in it????
Me: Pearly, if (can't-say-his-name-here) sees you in that dress, he's gonna think he died and went to heaven.
Pearly: *splutters something that sounds like a mix between "whatthehell!" and "vicki-shutup!"*
Salesgirls: Uhh, haha?
Imagine having that conversation in 20 different ways for 40 minutes. I thought I died and went to hell.
Okay, bad example, but still. Its actually quite funny, thinking about both of them at that time now. Thank God, they got their stuff. Amen. Phew.
The best part was that Christie brought her camera and we were so excited about taking pictures of Pearly and Kelly in their prefect's night dresses, that after they came out of the dressing rooms in those dresses, we ..........................................................................................................................................completely forgot to take a single picture. I could have hit myself on the head for forgetting...........but I didn't. This brain needs to take SPM.
Anyway, we watched some movie called Meatballs, which was about this fella who invented a machine that made food fall from the sky. Sounds lame, but its kinda funny.
My weekend was uneventful, other than a raging sorethroat and a stubbornly-refusing-to-just-go-away headache.
I think for prom stuff I better not go shopping with Christie. She seems to have the idea of forcing me into all sorts of hideous things stuck in her head permanently.
Much love people,
~Smartee
P.S. I wore boots with heels during the outing. It felt so good being 3cm taller than Christie. XD
P.P.S. Check out Christie's blog. She complained better about the outing than I did. =)
P.P.P.S. Gotta say I'm addicted to the Crossroads project.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Post PMR Plans
I think I'll start every post from now till the end of the year with "Post PMR ...." It sounds so fun to say it =)
In no particular order...
1. Go back to church
2. Jam 3X/week with Pau
3. Dye my hair with dark red highlights
4. Complete the Crossroads project and start on the ******* project with Pau. Haha I know you're dying to know about this one. =P
5. Go hunting with Christie for her VERY MUCH BELATED birthday present.
6. Crash Farah's house
7. Watch New Moon with...too many to list. All the Twilighters and Nav. =)
8. Which reminds me to get the Pendragon books from Nav before Christie kills me. =(
9. Plan a trip to Genting with... too many to list.
10. Have a movie marathon at my house (Christie's supplying snacks, Kelly's getting the DVDs and I'm providing the venue. Guess who gets the best out of it?)
11. Go hunting for an acoustic guitar with Kelly without my parents knowing.....yet.
12. Prepare for both performances in December. Haih, what to sing, what to wear. Pau already found her dress for the prom performance, why does she always prepare so fast in advance??? 13. Donate my PMR books. I actually wanted to burn them...but open burning pollutes the air. =( .........Did I just say that? =O
14. Clean my..............room. I can sob in advance. =( Cleaning my room is like trying to clear out a nuclear disaster area. Or its like Tsunami...minus the water.
15. Online as much as..............................................streamyx permits. They should rename that thing slowmyx or suckmyx.
16. Read manga, since Pau got me addicted. =( All her fault. =P
17. Do my best to avoid being bored.
18. Pray like crazy that I get 7A's.
19. Ask Mum for a raise in my allowance.
20. Ask Dad for a raise in my allowance (since mum will probably say no)
21. Find some desperate way to find money for my Post PMR plans funding. (since dad will also probably say no)
On a completely unrelated subject...
First you worry about PMR, then you worry about the results, then you worry about Form 4.
Life is so unfair..................then you die.
JK. I didn't mean the 2 sentences I said above.
~Smartee
P.S. I think I'm going crazy from Post PMR stress.
And I don't mind at all =)
In no particular order...
1. Go back to church
2. Jam 3X/week with Pau
3. Dye my hair with dark red highlights
4. Complete the Crossroads project and start on the ******* project with Pau. Haha I know you're dying to know about this one. =P
5. Go hunting with Christie for her VERY MUCH BELATED birthday present.
6. Crash Farah's house
7. Watch New Moon with...too many to list. All the Twilighters and Nav. =)
8. Which reminds me to get the Pendragon books from Nav before Christie kills me. =(
9. Plan a trip to Genting with... too many to list.
10. Have a movie marathon at my house (Christie's supplying snacks, Kelly's getting the DVDs and I'm providing the venue. Guess who gets the best out of it?)
11. Go hunting for an acoustic guitar with Kelly without my parents knowing.....yet.
12. Prepare for both performances in December. Haih, what to sing, what to wear. Pau already found her dress for the prom performance, why does she always prepare so fast in advance??? 13. Donate my PMR books. I actually wanted to burn them...but open burning pollutes the air. =( .........Did I just say that? =O
14. Clean my..............room. I can sob in advance. =( Cleaning my room is like trying to clear out a nuclear disaster area. Or its like Tsunami...minus the water.
15. Online as much as..............................................streamyx permits. They should rename that thing slowmyx or suckmyx.
16. Read manga, since Pau got me addicted. =( All her fault. =P
17. Do my best to avoid being bored.
18. Pray like crazy that I get 7A's.
19. Ask Mum for a raise in my allowance.
20. Ask Dad for a raise in my allowance (since mum will probably say no)
21. Find some desperate way to find money for my Post PMR plans funding. (since dad will also probably say no)
On a completely unrelated subject...
First you worry about PMR, then you worry about the results, then you worry about Form 4.
Life is so unfair..................then you die.
JK. I didn't mean the 2 sentences I said above.
~Smartee
P.S. I think I'm going crazy from Post PMR stress.
And I don't mind at all =)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Post PMR Bliss.
BM - Ugh.
BI - Bleh.
Math - OHMYNO.
Sej - Sucked
Geo - Sucked worse
KH - Ick. Meep.
Science - Sheesh. But mostly I'm just relieved nothing stupid like electricity or generation of electricity came out.
Whoever said PMR was "aiya, easier than trials la!" is either a liar or a psycho.
And I'm updating now because Pauline gave me the impression that if I don't "go and update now lar!", she'd probably make my night miserable.
And that wasn't an empty threat because she's like, 20 feet away from me. (in the bathroom, admittedly) But still, people who enter the bathroom don't stay in the bathroom forever, right?
And when you're spending the night in that person's room, you really don't want her to be angry. Especially when there's only one blanket and a freezing aircon.
Hence, the reason I'm updating. Though I'm not really in the "type-ish" mood.
Next up are my Post PMR plans.
Tata.
~Smartee
P.S. Guess what Pauline is trying to do now.
SHE'S-TRYING-TO-FORCE-ME-INTO-HER-PROM-FREAKING-DRESS.
Like I don't have mine.
Actually I don't...yet.
But stillllll. =(
BI - Bleh.
Math - OHMYNO.
Sej - Sucked
Geo - Sucked worse
KH - Ick. Meep.
Science - Sheesh. But mostly I'm just relieved nothing stupid like electricity or generation of electricity came out.
Whoever said PMR was "aiya, easier than trials la!" is either a liar or a psycho.
And I'm updating now because Pauline gave me the impression that if I don't "go and update now lar!", she'd probably make my night miserable.
And that wasn't an empty threat because she's like, 20 feet away from me. (in the bathroom, admittedly) But still, people who enter the bathroom don't stay in the bathroom forever, right?
And when you're spending the night in that person's room, you really don't want her to be angry. Especially when there's only one blanket and a freezing aircon.
Hence, the reason I'm updating. Though I'm not really in the "type-ish" mood.
Next up are my Post PMR plans.
Tata.
~Smartee
P.S. Guess what Pauline is trying to do now.
SHE'S-TRYING-TO-FORCE-ME-INTO-HER-PROM-FREAKING-DRESS.
Like I don't have mine.
Actually I don't...yet.
But stillllll. =(
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