Well now. I suppose I should welcome you.
*adjusts mike*
HELLO HELLO MY NAME'S DIBO
Oops. Sorry. Wrong line. Try again.
Welcome. TO MY SECRET LAB.
No. That's the wrong line. That one's from 'Kronk's New Groove'.
You should go watch it it's funny. Yeah.
This place is where I publish the written form of my most cherished everyday moments...and some dollops of something called Love. :)

Goooooooooood morning!!

I know it's not the right time but hey we can have morning anytime we feel like it can't weeeeee?

Well well it's been sometime hasn't it. I don't think I've been MIA from my blog in so long in so long!

Support clumsy sentences! It's the only way you'll be human!

So what's been going on?

Exclamatory phrases! Class, and rides home, sitting in the front of Germaine's car listening and talking to her! Reading friends' plays, and friends' plays, and listening to friends present, and listening to other friends shoot down other friends and worming in a corner so you can remain a friend!

Nah.

I'm talking rot. That's not how you remain a friend.

Y'know I love watching people's backs?

It's something about watching them walk away.

Y'know. Like somehow when they're on their way to being gone you can relish their essence better?

I mean that.

Really.

Soooooo.

I actually think most of my slow ascent on the upbeatness owes itself to my having completed three fifths of an essay.

Ahahaha.

I am awed by how Damien has everything planned out.

I just sit there, at Canteen B, watch his face when Chee Seng goes about being his usual self, and burst into laughter.

The guy has a deal with his girlfriend not to meet on weekends!

And he actually studies! On the weekends!

And he was the one who was adamant about having girlfriends in the first semester!

Lol.

Ah well. He's a nice guy. I just crack up when I watch his facial expressions in reaction to Chee Seng.

LOLOLOLOL

Hey hey we're going to wrap up our last business presentation the following week.

And Halloween is next Friday.

:)

I shall stop being pessimistic and gloomy because it is worthless.

Maybe Daniel's prayers helped.

:D :D :D

Rachel's like the stern, protective big sister I never had.

It's awesome.

I love it.

Tell y'what. If you're feeling depressed, just imagine an afterlife that is as bad as you possibly can conjure it up to be.

Like a place without words. Or chocolate. Or plants, or routine.

Yeah.

Professor Yerkes was talking about how our current generation is on its way to being less literate and more image-reliant, and I was just thinking about that.

There're so many ideas bounced off you, crazy ideas taken with a solemn face, and slung through your ears are polysyllabic words in succession, especially in John Tangney's Renaissance class.

I love it when he smiles, though. It's like woo, crinkly smiley.

LOL.

Otherwise he's some brooding tall guy.

Who drinks Seasons' soya bean, and only soya bean.

Every week without fail.

Today he accidentally bought Chrysanthemum tea instead, and gave it to Tim.

Lol.

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The other day my mom came home and remarked to my dad, loudly for full effect,

"Your younger daughter's room! Like mama shop! Everything also have!

And your elder daughter's room! Like salon! Hair everywhere!"

LVL

- regaining momentum on the back of essays' letters.
scribbly scrawled at; 10:20 PM

Well hello.

This blog has been so dead I don't know what to do with it.

The last time it was this dead was when I was in my depressive phase that started from March 2008 to about August of the same.

Yeah, school jolted me out of it. Which is kind of odd, but then again you never know how the human works, actually. At least I don't.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Oh yes, the last thing that I thought was, what's with those people who send messages on Edventure asking to swop tutorial classes?

It's already the ninth week, for goodness' sake. Oh, it's going to be the tenth, with this coming week.

As I type the printer churns out pieces of paper with weird red-and-black ink, product of "Your printer is running low on black ink. Would you like to mix other colours to create composite black ink? Yes, No, Disable this feature".

My sister has finished her exams, (have no idea how she did, okay actually I do, generally okay except for Math, I think? She didn't answer, Okay ah, was easy, which I really really find hard to believe, by the way, especially when my brother bounces back from PSLE with his trademark grin and says the same) and is either somewhere out there with the mythical Michaela (I say mythical because whenever she goes out she says "I'm going out with Michaela" and my mom says "Dunno who this Michaela la dunno is guy or girl or what" to which my dad will insert lines about her being a ninja because you never know where she is she just pops out suddenly - don't ask me why that's ninja-esque apparently it is) or still at home putting on the eyeliner.

I've taken up jogging again; the first few days Raine stood there watching me pull on my shoes and said, "I wanna go with you leh. But I veh tired."

Lewis would open the door for me and exclaim in his super-excited way, "WA SO FAST,"

and the day before she actually came along with me and I don't know about you but I prefer jogging alone, really, there's this thing about.. this.. this.. sense that you're alone and detachable, like you can watch yourself jogging, or all that regularly thumping motion, and somehow lose yourself for a moment in the close-gathered heat?

Yep.

It's Ct Zara's birthday today I've got a gift for her I wonder if she knows. Lol. I only see her on Wednesdays though; I hope she turns up.

Was Daniel Lai's birthday the last Wednesday, and the sneaky guy went off before class started probably to evade birthday wishes and the ever-looming threat of a birthday song and fiddly-thumb-moments.

:)

Aaaaaaaaand it's Manny's birthday come October 19, as well as someone else's, and I really wonder what'll happen.

Nothing, probably, but wondering happens, anyway.

Is that grammatical? Wondering happens?

Mmm.

On another note I managed to snag the only copy of John Webster's "The Duchess of Malfi" from the HSS library. :D

Seriously. The maddening quality of mundane thrills.

To be honest, I think birthdays are actually occasions for mourning. I've said this very often, generally in December posts, if you bother to go and check the archives. Lol.

Still. Mourn for yourself and cheer for the others.

Gorgeous way to go, ain't it. With a sullen unreadable smile.

And then dad told me Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize and I asked, What for? and realized that everyone has probably already said that, but hey, our mouths are for contributing to the verbal garbage hanging in the air so let's spew.

The only thing anywhere remotely close to social interaction I've had today (outside of my family) was that boy from church, the really young one who got a hamster from my brother last year (it died within a week and he cried) called Alvin Philemon, who spoke to me on facebook to tell me he was challenging my pet to hurdles on Pet Society and that I got second place.

Lol.

Hey whatever makes you happy.

Oh, oh, the other day I read or heard about people walking from the West to the East?

Mindboggling!!

Hey I should like to do something like that one day. Would be innnneresting, y'think?

Okay my printer is done with printing red-and-black documents for the coming Friday. Preparation is the way to go.

My left leg has gone to sleep.

I'm going jogging; see y'all :)

P.S. It's not that you're boring, I'm just stuck in the mud for a bit, I've no idea why, I'm sure I'll snap out of it soon enough.

Wait for me, kay!

Kay. The archetypal inflated-guy-figure from T.H. White's "The Sword in the Stone".

LVL

- zip.

Oh, oh, trivia that Prof. John Richard Tangney provided. I tell you this guy reads so many books it's not human. Really. Of course, he's a Literature professor, but still. The way he paces around the front of the seminar room while lecturing is kind of hypnotic, too, in its roundabout limb-swinging way.

Oh yes, trivia.

Shakespeare came up with 25,000 new words (new words, right? Either that or has 25,000 words in his vocabulary) and the only guy close to that was Milton, his contemporary, who came up with 12,000.

That's called WIN.

No wonder people come up with theories that he doesn't exist and that he's made up by a band of collaborating writers.
scribbly scrawled at; 5:05 PM

Referencing for Dummies 101:

Refer to -

ALYDI MLA.

*giggles*

The Uninitiated - (You ninny shi ated)
My Unfelt Apologies.
scribbly scrawled at; 6:53 PM

To the Jonathan who smsed my dad and thought it was me,

Thanks for making me smile.

It wasn't my number.

Lol.

Have a great life, whatever that means, it's just one of the things you say so you can flash a smile and walk away.

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Fail = tottering to Popular to get Science assessment books for the PSLE candidate (can-my-foot) after asking him, "Do you have any assessment books or not?" "No." "Y'sure?" "Yes."

and then returning home to have him exclaim, "I have this already!"

to which you answer, in the logical sequence of things, of course, "I thought you said you don't have any assessment books??"

and he goes about explaining his bit about how it's a school book not an assessment book

and while you switch off your "interested-and-listening" lever, you think to yourself some vague thought about being on the same level as teachers which is not a bad thing from certain angles and wind up on your sofa idly staring at the orchids in the balcony and the diagrams in your marketing textbook in alternation.

News from the Mother:

Called last night wanting to know Raine's cup size and mine.

When Lewis heard, he burst into laughter at the disparity.

Nobody else raised any eyebrow.

LVL

- compost-in-the-making
scribbly scrawled at; 5:27 PM

I crawled onto my parents' bed and looked at my mom.

"Mom, I tell you something, you don't say anything ah,"

Which is my approach whenever I want to say something that I don't like to think of myself as saying.

She looked at me queerly with a curve to the side of her mouth (I think because it was reflected in my face).

"Today I got a message from the modelling thing and y'know they want some models to go to the Heeren and have their hair cut and dyed and it's $100 a day, one day only, and I was thinking about it but I'm scared! So I'm not going."

I scrunched up my face and waited.

She stared at me for a while, then looked at my dad, who was beside her.

"Then?? Scared then don't go la."

She went back to talking about something involving her colleagues and some incident at work.

For some stupid reason I paced about the house thinking about it and asked my sister, who was painting in the balcony - "Be careful my plants please," and she said, "Go la. At the most ugly like shit."

"But! I can just imagine it! The hairdressers, and then when they see my head full of thick long hair (the word unruly always comes to mind) their eyes will light up with some evil gleam!!"

"..."

I asked my brother, who'd just emerged from the bathroom with his hair dripping, and he said, "Go la. You should go. Hair will grow back one right!!"

From the balcony my sister said, "After all, it's just hair that you've kept since you were.. oh, I don't know.. fifteen?"

Of course I didn't go because casting is over already but

I just had a need to share my patheticness.

Yep.

I'm done sharing.

It's free, by the way. Idiocy is free.

LVL,

icking.
scribbly scrawled at; 8:07 PM

Sunday, in the back of the car.

Me: ...
Raine: *listening to deafening music on her recovered Ipod*
Lewis: Raine.
Raine: *listening to deafening music on her recovered Ipod*
Lewis: *switching audience* Jie, y'know, last time I was bathing, right,
Me: Mmm.
Lewis: And I was playing, ma, like trying to pretend I was a car, making those sound yknow vroooom.
Me: *thinking, well, we've hit on a major topic of interest here, I see* Mmm.
Lewis: Then, hor, when I come out of the toilet, Mommy ask me, Boy, you got hear the sports car! So loud!
Me: Mmm.

I did a double take.

Me: *tugging incessantly at Raine's arm* RAINE. RAINE. DID YOU HEAR THAT?
Mom: *from the front seat* Sound like F1 ma.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Classic fail recorded.
Classic win in the department of smile-manufacturing noted.
scribbly scrawled at; 3:14 PM

Good morning. :)


We-ell, it's been a relatively short week.


I've got good news.


I finished my HL230 presentation with Jing and Ying Ling!! *invites hearty applause*


Yes yes.


Now, to focus on the next one, which is, incidentally, this Friday! *invites hearty disgust*


Yes yes.


It was my mother's birthday yesterday. :D


She's 45.


If I've never told you, I gotta tell you how gorgeous a woman my mom is.

She embodies efficiency.

That in itself is delish enough.

I wrote this earlier today.

I'd wanted to tell you about my mom's colleague, Alan, who's a really cute character, because he's terrified of lizards (he's the arty kind - think ponytail, black spects, camera in hand - I mean, they work in an animation academy what do you expect) and actually chased a lizard from his house all the way to the void deck.

Just to make sure it wouldn't get back.

My sister scoffed.

Raine: Why didn't he just kill it?
Me: !! How can you kill it, Raine, you evil pok.
Mom: Yeah, it's good you know. Eats insects.
Me: But I like insects!
Raine: She's being mad again.
Boy: Yeah. Let's ignore her.
Me: At least he didn't boil it like Mommy did!
Raine: ..

Which is an exaggeration, of course, she didn't boil it, she merely poured hot water on it because she was cooking, and it turned pink and went upside down.

I know cos I'd happened to walk by, and made the customary squealing sound.

It's just gotta be made. It's like if I don't make the sound it gets stuck in my throat and threatens to rear its ugly head sometime in the night or something.

I'm sure the neighbours won't like me to squeal in the middle of the night.

Although back when I was on my owl phase, I'd lean out the balcony at 3 a.m. and try to count the number of lighted windows, and there were many.

Which suddenly reminds me.. Dad once said that the HDB flats are built so that sound cannot filter out so easily, but I don't really believe it cos I can hear my family once I reach the second last unit. (Ours is the last one)

And they're always drilling upstairs when I'm trying to study.

I'm not kidding, they are.

Which makes me ask my dad to hurry up and finish when he drills anything, which is rare, really, because I'm nervously thinking about what possible replicas of me downstairs are going through.

I top the class at narcissism, don't I.

Although there's only one member in that class, so I top anyway. AHHA.

-,-

What was I talking about again?

Oh yes.

My mom.

She also has this other colleague who's Serbian, he has a wife named Lydia, spelt slightly differently, whom I met at her school's open-house the other day.

Her daughter had the gorgeousest long blonde hair which I complimented her on, and when we were introducing ourselves we both said simultaneously,

"Lydia, that's a nice name!"

And burst into female laughter.

Of course that sense of oneness dissipated somewhat when shortly after she talked about hair and said, "Oh, my hair back in Yugoslavia was very very pretty. But then, I come here, and it!! It!!"

I looked at her smilingly.

"It become like yours!"

To say my world crashed down around me would be a lie, because I was really just amused.

Besides, I know I can never be a candidate for a shampoo commercial.

Anyway, the husband's really funny and sweet, and he likes to eat meat because his wife only ever cooks vegetables,

so when they go for lunch at work, he likes to buy meat.

This once, he came back with his plate of food, and my gorgeous mom looked at it and remarked,

"____(*insert name), why did you buy vegetarian?"

He stared at her. "...It's meat..?"
"No, it's vegetarian."

The poor guy. Ended up not eating.

My mom told me this in peals of laughter. I couldn't help giggling. Because I've met this guy and he's really... mmmmmm I know he's one of them mathematical people. He's a lecturer. I forget, though, what exactly he specialises in.

And another time, my mother bought him something spicy to try,

and he cannot take spicy food.

The poor guy sat through lunch with a red face and glasses of water.

...

LOLOLOL I just realized this post does nothing to exemplify my mother's gorgeousness.

Anyway, I have to rush, will continue this in future if there's time. :)

I mean there's always time.

If there's time leftover from stuff I'm supposed to do.

I.e., assignments, readings, and the like.

I was walking with someone the other day from Canteen B to the HSS library and she was telling me how we Lit students have it so much better than the Math or Engineering students.

I looked at her for a while

and smiled.

What else do you want me to say?

I'm not a Math or Engineering student, thank God to the power of Infinity.

LVL

- lovely weather today, don't you think?

Fell in love with Edward Scissorhands :) I know I'm super slow.
scribbly scrawled at; 11:04 AM