Tuesday, September 15, 2009, ϟ 0 shout(s)
Leaving it here,
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SENTOSA OUTING, TeeSeventeen~
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CUPCAKES ARE LOVELY~
CALLING ALL CJCians and non-CJCians!
INTERACT CLUB, Cambodia OCIP fund raising.
We want to help those that need help. Spread the love.
For those that aren't as well off as you are, it is just fate and not their fault.
So we, while we can, should extend our help to the less fortunate in Cambodia.
InteractClub wants to help, don't you?
So help us help those that need to be helped NOW!
Selling homemade CUPCAKES for $8/box.
Non-CJCians, you can purchase for anyone through me~
CJCians, simply head over to our booth in the canteen after school THIS WEEK to make your orders!
HURRY! Help INTERACTCLUB help others!
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sadly, I was relieved.
Sunday, September 13, 2009, ϟ 0 shout(s)
Bugis. What fashion I've been missing out on while mugging this past few months.
And what the frick.
Ayu, as in AYUMI HAMASAKI, is everywhere in Bugis.
Almost every shop around the corner sells this Tshirt which has different variants of Ayu's huge face on it.
Ayu rocks.
But I'm not that crazy to wear her face on my shirt.
If there's anyone's face I'm gonna wear, its Kibbs. XD
Omg, Kibbs is my new idol.
Saturday's outing was fun. I went to the sea again. XD
This post'll be edited, with piccies.
I wonder why I forgave Kibbs when he crushed my GP worksheets which was on my bed.
I wonder why I forgave Kibbs when he tore my sunburnt skin with his sharp nails. (OUCH!)
And I wonder why I still use shampoo for silky straight hair when I want curly locks.
But I know why am I always hooked on Japanese songs and I get tired of English songs so easily.
Because I can never fully decipher a Japanese song, like I always do for English songs.
Omg this is major randomness. XD
Bye, luvya!
Friday, September 11, 2009, ϟ 0 shout(s)
[EDIT - no you don't wanna read this.]
Nope its not a new post, just an edit.
I hate how the red chunk of crap ruins this page, so off it goes.
Man I'm fuming right now. Damnit I've been fuming mad since last night.
And if the internet's gonna die on me one last time, that's it.
And the freaking other com doesn't have MSOffice and I can't do work there.
Like who in the right mind is that retarded?
And I've wasted two days of my life enjoying, enjoying.
Stupid idiot me should know that enjoying is not one of my option now.
And stop stopping me from studying! Why do people even do that?
At 12mn when I study, you say to go to sleep. Who tells someone to sleep instead of studying?!
And whoever taught me of equality and justice, screw you.
I should know it never existed and is just a illusion to trick little kids that life is good.
Life is far from good, little kid.
I need retail therapy. Shit I should have bought the freaking bag ytd.
I hate it how school's starting tmr. Its always the start of school thing that makes me feel empty because I've done nothing during the break. I'm hating that!
And I hate to carry that freaking heavy bag and take that freaking 1hr bus ride home every freaking day.
And I hate it that I'm wasting time here typing in a freaking box.
Sometimes I hate everything.
I know its just now that I hate everything and I'll prolly feel better afterwards and delete this post but who gives a shit.
Seventeen is weird.
I wanna go back and enjoy life then.
I wanna go forth to enjoy life later.
But I am stuck here. Do I enjoy getting stuck here?
This illusion is getting nowhere.
And why is the fricking weather so bloody hot? Where the shit is the rain?!
Ok shutit.
I can write a book if I'm that mad.
Ok I need ice. And I think I'm better now.
Sentosa outing with T17 yesterday~ Funn, though roasted.
Hohohoho. I'm smarter now, though.
I've slathered on layers and layers on sunblock and I'd freaking worn a tee instead of a tanktop.
Wee~ I'm less burnt than in the June ECP outing. XD
Piccies soon~
Luvya kids!
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All these time you were pretending,
So much for my happy ending.
- Avril Lavinge (My Happy Ending)
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Well, I know better than anyone else
That a happy ending never suits me
-Ayumi Hamasaki (Happy Ending)
Happy Ending is this other thing they trick little kids with. Screw them.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009, ϟ 0 shout(s)
Howdyy. It's now when I realised that my bloggie is lacking its source of life.
and LIFE = PICCIES!
Hahahha. Too much words isn't gonna colour anyone's life, isn't it?
BUTT,
Blogger's Picasa server is being horrid so I'll just use Photobucket. Takes me loads of energyyy. XD
Sent dear Kibbs for grooming today.
Poor him. He'd freaking walked all the way to the groomer's and back.
Poor me, too.
I'd walked there and back to send him. Then walked there and back to fetch him. -_-
Ok, let me narrate my life.
But you've to promise me you've read the dog story belowww~ XD
MONDAY
I totally slacked the whole day. I did nothing but laze on the sofa. Serious.
Very much a loser, yes. XD
TUESDAY
So I've decided to get my ass out of the house. Off to Limbang Mac's to mugg.
I won't call that productive but studying is what you do if your only companion are the books.
Came home to slack.
WEDNESDAY
Failed to wake up at 6.30am to jog.
At 6am,
Mom to Dad: Valerie says she's waking up at 6.30 to jog.
Dad: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!! Trust me, she won't.
Mom to sleeping me: Are you gonna wake up to jog? No right no right??
Me: Hmmm.
Yup, so she'd decided to wake me only at 10am. Grrrrr. XD
I'm really gonna jog on Friday. I promise! XD
So I was lazing infront of the teevee watching "The Most Extreme" on AnimalPlanet.
Omg its like the Top Ten food preparation methods by animals.
I swore my face screwed up in disgust. Like major YUCK! XD
Went to mug the Physics.
Oh, I really love studying. Just studying. I hate doing difficult questions and scaring myself silly. I just want to study the notes because that's simple. I want to do simple things. I really do.
But life's not like that, sadly. =(
Brough little Kibbs to the groomer's. He looks like white cotton candy now. XD
I love music. It makes me happy. I study when I'm happy. After studying, I'm happier. So I study more. And I get happier still while studying. So I become really happy. And I study because I am that happy. But tmr's class outing is gonna break that streak.
Ohmygod. Shutup. I sound like a mugger. Tmr's outing better be worth the time, money and opportunity cost. XD
I guess Jong understands me now, right GardJ? XD
Ok, enough. The Fray's [You Found Me] is gooood.
And PeterChow got me. He's cute and hilarious! OMG HAHAHAH.
RANDOMS:
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- Interact Leadership Training Camp at DiaryFarm.
- Group: SO HOT.
- I had fun. THANK YOU! XD
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- My dearest OneTeeSeventeen~
- Best of luck for promos people! You rock!!
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- Me, Sharnel, HuiyiLee, Kiddy
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- Me & MELISSSA~~
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- Jasmine (VJC), Bella, Elaine (NJC), Meee
- Deya (GIIS), AmandaChin (RJC), MingEe (VJC)
- RLTC ROCKSS! XD
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- This, is my dinner for today and yesterday.
- I'd freaking cooked it!!!! =DD
- Who wants pasta you can come over now. My pasta is edible~ XD
Alright. I'm tired. Byee~
Lost and insecure, you found me
- The Fray (YouFoundMe)
Monday, September 07, 2009, ϟ 0 shout(s)
How could you?
Copyright Jim Willis 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes
and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"
- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you
were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice
cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said),
and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your
career, and more time searching for a human mate.
I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings,
and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too.
Only she and you worried that I might hurt them,
and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my
fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes,
investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved
everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so
infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and
secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the
driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had
a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them
stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog,"
and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you
and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've
made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.
It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled
out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for
her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look.
They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No,Daddy!
Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what
lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty,
about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes,
and politely refused to take my collar and leash
with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about
your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another
good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy
schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front,
hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...
or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the
frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate,
I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day,
and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully
quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.
My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but
there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of
days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which
she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that,
the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran
down her cheek.
I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.
As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I
lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me,
and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place,
where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned,
or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy,
I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of.
I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
~The End ~
Damn those bloody idiots that leave their best friend at the animal shelter.
This is why I pamper my Kibbs so much. XD
Breakwaters, yes, it is.
new past