blog/enigma

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

8:21 PM

Tag replies! (And I've decided to list out the tags, so you people don't have open another tab to refer to, like what I'm doing now.) By order of oldest to latest:

xinyuan: hellooo been awhile since i last tagged huh haha anyway stop spamming my tagboard with kNOw drugs tags!! i give you such quality tags and you come and tell me not to take drugs thanks man oh and i just realised that you post almost everyday woah. very interesting life eh.. and i didnt know you could draw!!! haha the saxaphone looks quite nice but i cant see the trumpet though. hm oook two long tags and one last short tag buhbye! (:

>>This tag (I meant, tags) must be carefully broken up into point-format like a summary text:
1) I'm not spamming! Just being kind and concerned! Stand up to vices, and admit your faults! Everyone has them! We'll still love you if you're drug-abuser! Just don't bother us when you run out of money.
2) Yes I post almost every day (not so often recently though) because my life's one whole drama. Or rather, I'm dramatic (but not as much as Bo Dong, some guy you will read about later) so when they write my biography, it would outsize the encyclopedia.
3) I'm not that much of a drawer than a crapper. Crappers of the world unite!
4) I just realized I mis-linked the trumpet. Ho, ho! Sorry.
5) Yes thank goodness you know your verbosity (aka: your long-windedness) but I replied more heh heh.

amelia: not gg t rebeccas hse tmr, you kids have fun okaaaaay!

>> Awww. I'm not even formally invited because I rejected the offer. Hah! The prince is busy.

jovina: U ALL PANGSEH ME AND REBECCA):

>> We didn't mean to intrude upon you and rebecca. It's just wrong to be a gooseberry like that. Oops, am I being suggestive? Oops.

rebecca: is this my first time tagging here? no idea. but aniwae i find it weird amelia tagged abt not coming to my house here. o.O

>> Since I have used this tagboard since swiftswirls (my old blog, full of teenager angsty nonsense), nope, you've tagged here before I think. Oh, and you call that weird? Amelia does things that make you wonder if she and us are of a same species (half-joking, sorry).

zy: ahhas this calls for good time management. remind me to lend you a book on it. and how to find a suitable shrink.

>> I will probably shred it and burn it for the upcoming band chalet BBQ. Shrinks? I think I'll drive them mad. It's very possible, you know. But thanks anyway.

QIFANN: or confide in a handsome, intellectual, sensible good friend. *er-hum*

>> ~~handsome~~, ~~intellectual~~, ~~sensible~~ good friend.
Reasons: ~~handsome~~: self-explanatory xP
~~intellectual~~: hmmmmm.
~~sensible~~: mashed dog poo @ sakae, anyone?
good friend: I can't count xD

zy: when u wanna confide in someone better make it daytime. maybe you've got this weird witching hour thing when you get all hairy and start sucking blood xP no offence lol

>> Remember the time when I called you at what, 3am talking about that unrevealable debacle? And how I wish I'm hairy! It'll make me look sexier. Plus, everyone knows most vampires are alluring and sexy.

amelia: eh you alright? 0:

>> Refer to post below.

jovina: ehh jiasheng, you're scaring me. need me to come visit?: D

>> Refer to post below. But I don't mind a house visit with chocolate, lots and lots of it.

Yao Nian: Perhaps you could cast a spell? Brew a potion? Or you could use remedy plants! Try Chamomile, it helps.

>> Er, which one? Drugs? I shall research.

Wow I can't believe I took out so much space for tag replies! But I really have been MIAing for a while, so I guess that's that. But I really do have a lot of things to say! I'm in a chatty mood.

First of all, I'm ANNOUNCING: I'M ALRIGHT!

I'm also feeling a mix of emotions. Of course, a gigantic part involves me thinking that ohmygosh, I'm so blessed. Just one day after I post that emo and disturbing post and all my friends (okay, so maybe I have more friends than that) come offer their help! I'm the luckiest kid in the world! (okay, so maybe not as lucky as Suri Cruise. Pampered Prince. Hmph.) The second part of my paroxysms (aka strong emotions) involved a strong curiosity that says, what are all these people in the holidays that allow them that much time to visit blogs on a daily basis? I wonder.

But the main point is that I'm feeling perfectly okay now, possibly due to several reasons.

1) There was no Monday prac after all! Who was the stupid person who said there was? Huh? Huh?!

2) The outdoor band practice on Tuesday, which I did go for, was strangely exhilarating. Fine, it was also sucky because Edwin was wearing that silly smile every time he looked at L. Siao like a simpering lovesick puppy. Oh, I can just imagine the scandal. But then there will be a genuine love triangle between Quah, Edwin and Siao! Siao4! This really turns on my gossipy personality. (Alright, alright, I'm joking dudes. Don't spread this around, or else I'm so gonna get squashed, outdoorly tortured and even more outdoorly tortured by the 3 of them.)

Anyway, although I absolutely abhor outdoors, it also pumps my endorphin levels, so it's a little between being hungry because I skipped breakfast, being thirsty because the sun is blazing hot, being a bit high because of the endorphins, being a little creeped out by Siao's dyed golden hair (he looks more like a lion now, good for him. Promote Singapore.), being pissed off because Edwin kept pestering me that the lower bass is too soft (tell the woodwinds not to play so hard lah), and being YAYNESS ~~FOR GAYNESS~~ because the rumor about band practice ending at 4 is false. FALSE!

3) I'm cheered by Bo Dong, the Bass Trombonist in the band because Edwin announced after the prac about Dec practice schedules (which Lai had said would not exist), and Bo Dong, being the drama king he is, starting ranting. Forget me if the following recollection didn't bring out the entertaining flavor, because I was laughing like mad. His monologue:

"WHAT! I cannot accept this! This is just horrible! How can they deprive us of our holidays like THAT! (strong emphasis on that) *mimicking Lai in a soft and gentle voice* "Oh boys, we want to give you a break, so we decided that the December holidays shall be a break for you guys." *in his dramatic and loud ululation* BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! It's just so absolutely disgusting, so horrible, no! At first they said there was a break, but NO! NO BREAK! We're going on strike, I tell you! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!"

Yep, that was the condensed version. It was seriously stitch-incurring.

Then wq and I went home first, and I went to Sun Plaza to meet him to buy the section gift for the exchange next next week. In the end, we ended up buying Ferrero Rocher (which is totally unoriginal but at least it's more high class than the clarinets' Japanese-labelled-chocolate).

Then we went to Yishun to play HOTD4, hoho. We got till the Lovers, 2nd stage. I got an abrasion on my middle finger (no, I don't point it. Usually.) because I shook the gun too hard. Ouch.

I didn't go home but went to the library to continue reading the book I wanted to borrow the day before, but the machine said I had outstanding fines (I knew, but I was in denial). So yes, the new love is The Boy Book, by e. lockhart (it's supposed to un-capped), sequel to The Boyfriend List. It's totally great to hear from the darling "Roo" Ruby Oliver talk about her angsty and messed-up life very much like my own. It's about this teenage girl who goes through all the high school crap, and it's unlike those other books about the same topic because it's very hilarious. I guess girls would love the book because it's all quite emotionally driven. Oh, bitchy boys too. I'm so in love with Roo, except that she's supposed to be 17 and unfortunately, fiction.

I didn't get to finish the book before 9, when the library closed, so I put it back to the shelf (I did not, does not and will not do naive things like hide books because A) The librarian will discover the book and put it back into the shelf anyway) and B) the library god sees everything and it's sure to be borrowed away if you did that. Also, C) because I usually can't remember where I hide them (I am not a loser, I am not a loser...)

I got home as usual at about midnight. The curse continues, but at least I'm cheerful. At this point, I must apologize to a person, sincerely.

SORRY REBECCA I MISSED OUR CALL APPOINTMENT! SORRY SORRY SORRY!

I was supposed to contact her at 6. Never mind, I shall redeem myself. Truth is, I've forgotten about the whole thing because I was caught up in this flurry of stuff. SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY. (I didn't C&P, ohkay.)

Anyway, today was slightly more eventful. Surprisingly, I woke up at 6.30, without any alarm clocks or whatever! It's amazing! My biological clock is so screwed up, I wouldn't be too shocked if I get andropause two years later. But I actually woke up early! News of the century! Though I got really really weird dreams which I will not discuss because they're very disturbing. (By the way, quoting Ernest, those were very dry dreams.)

I got up quickly and changed out of my Levis' (yeah I slept in them) and into a pair of shorts
and went to swim. It's quite random but yeah I did it, with all the old people (it seems to be a elderly thing to swim in the morning). They were all gawking at me when I tried to swim breaststroke because I can't swim and thus look like a duck with its butt sticking out every stroke. But see, I'm doing something constructive for the hols! I'm swimming! Soon I can fly.

Then I got some porridge for breakfast and waited for the Library to open for two hours, while reading The ~~Cubicle~~ Crucible. Then the lib opened at the fashionably late time of 10, which by then I have finished Act II, a pack of chips, and sucking my Chupa Chups Green Apple lollipop. I walked in suavely, with the cute sticky lolly stick sticking (pun intended, please notice it!) out of my mouth like a... lolly stick.

I finished The Boy Book and was starting on When Dad killed Mom, a thriller sort of book when suddenly I had weird vibes. It's my stomach growling. So I decided to go home, when suddenly, just suddenly, if my unspectacled eyesight is to be trusted, I saw Cecilia. Yes, that one. And to my own surprise, I didn't bolt like mad. I just pretended I didn't see her (she didn't see me, I hope) and walked past, with the complete restful look of someone who's going home for lunch.

(N.B. There's nothing to joke about her. I'm serious. Don't. Else.)

But I knew, if anything's going to spoil my day, that was it. I went home, koped some carrot cake (the coffee shop one, not the high class cake) from my sister, then went to PS with my mum to fix my phone. Then we went to Secret Recipe and had teatime there because she had a voucher. She got coffee with Raspberry Cheese while I had affograto with Chilled Blueberry Cheese (don't ask me why the cheese thing, no idea).

Then the call came. !%^!$!@%$!@#. Stupid, idiotic, imbecilic. I'm not saying what call though. Though my mood was substantially ruined by the NEXT call, which was suckier. Bah. I shall wave a hand of dismissal.

My mum was being rather nice. She's like life. Sometimes it's a complete bitch, which other times it's sunshine and rainbows. Anyway. We got some groceries at Carrefour.

Me: Why must we get stuff here? We have to lug it back to TP! Besides, it would ruin my princely image if I'm seen at Plaza Sing carrying plastic bags. I am not a plastic bag (holder).
She: TP is stupidly small and you can get nothing there. Last time I went to AMKHub...
Me: Oh god, AMKHUB!
She: *snaps* What?
Me: Nothing.
She: Anyway, you, the prince, is still raised on unprincely stuff.
Me: *points to the Merci chocolates* Like these?
She: *flatly* No.
Me: Anyway, what are we getting?
She: I'm looking for warm baguette...
Me: *looks at her incredulously* Warm? This is a supermarket, not a bakery.
She: *sees the baguette* Look! Baguette! Warm! See?
Me: WOW WOW WOW (sarcastically, of course)
She: I wonder if those grapes are expensive. Hmm, 69 cents/ 100gm.
Me: Duh. It's sure going to be more like 7 bucks. *Weighs grapes with hands* Yep, definitely more than a kilogram.
She: Are you sure? Then I'm not going to buy them if they're so expensive.
Me: You are so cheap.
-continues debate about cheapness and raising me on cheap food. fast forward to counter-
Me: See? 7 plus bucks.
She: *buys it anyway*
Me: Congratulations, you've been elevated to 'not-so-cheap'.
She: *rolls her eyes*

Yeah then on the bus back we discussed the male body and its relative parts (we sound like daughter-and-mother, oh no) with the inclusion of the Tarzan joke, which I shall copy and paste from zy's conver, since I told him. Rated M18!

one day, jane met tarzan for the first time
and she was immediately stunned by the amazing wildman in the forest
in fact, she was smitten. She asked him, "tarzan, what do you do when you need sex?"
"sex?" tarzan quizzed.
jane explained it graphically, all the time eyeing tarzan seductively
across his rippling muscles and strong frame
tarzan was enlightened
"oh, I do it with a hole in the tree"
jane was shocked. she lifted her skirt and said
"no, you do it down here"
so tarzan stripped.
the loincloth dropped to the floor
and he approached jane, (who was hastily in position already), with soft but sure steps
they were almost touching
and tarzan lifted his legs, and started to stomp, kick and abuse jane in that area with extreme force
jane gasped in pain and shock, writhing on the floor
"why did you do that?!" she shrieked.
"just checking for bees." tarzan gave a shrug.

Ouch. Pardon the crass. This is one long post. I think I should have warned at the start. But like some bloggers, like nicholas who says 'end here' and rebecca who thanks people for their time, I shall also end my post with a signature.

I thank you for your time and ending here. xP

signed, jiasheng