Wednesday, November 28, 2007
I've moved!
http://hereon.livejournal.com
I've moved to livejournal for less than and hour and I feel like moving back to blogger. Bah, I hate change. But yeah, I'll stick with livejournal for a while.
you're my pumpkin pie
2:55 PM
Monday, November 26, 2007
Twenty-Five Percent.
Whatever happened to the $50 the government gives out when you did well in school? Now it only applies to low-income families.
What the hell.
you're my pumpkin pie
8:01 PM
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Off to Bedlam!
you're my pumpkin pie
11:59 PM
Saturday, November 24, 2007
I need clothes.
I'm getting jittery about H3 Econs. Why isn't the bloody list out yet? Or maybe it's out and I'm just not in; in any case, they should inform those who didn't get in also, shouldn't they? I don't know why, but I really hope I get in. I mean, open book tests?! Open book exams. And NO ESSAYS! It's like extra credit for minimal (and fun) effort. Bah, I'm sure I'll eat my words soon enough.
you're my pumpkin pie
11:10 PM
The worst thing about leading a less-than-perfect life is to wallow in self-pity.
There's no point in obsessing about a far-from-pretty face, a far-from-perfect body, a not-so-nice complexion or a less-than-perfect love life. Seriously, I try to take my pleasures where I can get them. For the lack of a better word, please do not think dirty, haha. I'm thankful that I'm not born with any birth defects, I'm thankful that I do not need to diet, I'm thankful that I'm not losing sleep over money woes, I'm thankful that my parents are fun, I'm thankful that my boyfriend is faithful, I'm thankful that I have friends I can confide in and I'm thankful I'm not autistic. I mean, why wallow in self-pity when your ego is already so trampled upon? Sure, there are (a lot of) times when I get resentful but I figured that the best way to go is to quit obsessing over it. It's not as easy as it sounds, but it's a start.
you're my pumpkin pie
10:53 PM
A random, frivolous post.
I think it's tragic for people to mispronounce their own names. I mean, you can't help it if you're born with a short tongue and end up pronouncing "Leticia" as "Le-kee-sha" or something. But isn't it tragic if you can help it but you don't care anyway, since everybody calls you that way? I think my name's such a name. I seriously doubt that Chloe is meant to be pronounced as k-lo-ee as opposed to k-lo-eh. Then again, the little thingy above the "e" isn't registered in my birth certificate, so maybe not But what about names like "Javier"? (Name popped into my head because of a blog I was reading. A blog that does not belong to an NYJCian nor a friend of an NYJCian that I know of) A long long time ago, I knew that name as "har-vee-air", which, I believe is the correct pronunciation. But sometime ago, I found myself pronouncing it as "jay-vee-er". It's kinda weird actually. Can you imagine everyone perpetually calling Kenneth "Keh-Net!"? So much so that even he himself introduces himself as keh-net. Now, that's weird.
Such a random post. I shall sleep away my randomness. Goodnight!
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Oh yes, something random before I leave: I had so much fun with Adobe that I messed Kenn and my faces up. Yay (said in the Izzie tone. Too much Grey's.) Yay.
you're my pumpkin pie
12:42 AM
Friday, November 16, 2007
I don't eat egg yolks.
I realised. That when I blog hop, I spend a lot of time staring at pretty girls. Maybe it's envy, maybe it's jealousy or maybe it's just plain weird. Oh well.
"I'm resentful"
Quoted from Joyce, a universal and often used phrase.
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I was watching those Taiwanese variety shows the other day and noticed something - up and coming stars with little or no talent like to suck up to the host. Seriously, the host reminds me of a church preacher so it looks kind of weird when these girls (who seem to endorse the phrase, "sex sells") keep sucking up to him. It's so disgusting! And honestly, how on Earth are they able to feel comfortable appearing on national television wearing bikinis? Ewwwwwww.
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And Joyce saw Edmund Chen!
Technically we saw Edmund Chen. But she kept repeating "I saw Edmund Chen" throughout the day that I feel compelled to blog about it. Did I mention repeating at random?
I think we've long established that I'm a candidate for Bedlam. Right?
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And chatting with I-Wonder-Selena is very thought provoking. Hmm... I wonder.
you're my pumpkin pie
8:35 PM
Sunday, November 11, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNETH!
You're old :)
Although I made you blow an unlit candle in front of some really amused (and irritating) people, you gamely did it. You made my day.
Happy 19th birthday.
I shall not think of what's to come for 18/19 year olds.
you're my pumpkin pie
3:08 PM
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I am an abominable letter-opener.
I'll tell you what's abominable. The fact that romance novels inevitably include certain, err, scenes. Those few (really unneeded) pages of scenes could've been replaced with a simple "They made love. (Chloe's random comment: I have this image of a couple kissing popping into my head. It was a very chaste kiss, mind you! Little hearts were formed with each kiss and floated all over the room.) They enjoyed themselves." That would've sufficed, but noooooo, romance authors feel the need (no pun intended) to describe both the male and female anatomies. Righto. The worst thing is that, between breathy moans and whatnot, the author decides to drop in important bits of information, leaving me a bit lost whenever I skip those scenes. Save the earth and get on with the story already! It's almost as if romance novelists went for courses and lesson number one would be "When Inspiration refuses to grace its beautiful self, describe lurrrve scenes." So all of a sudden, the main characters would get horny. Argh.
I have no idea why I'm blogging about the birds and the bees.
I just remembered something funny:
While playing Maple, some 1000 years ago,
"Why are the horny mushrooms spawning so fast?"
"Because they're horny."
Haha. Haha. Haha.
This is not good for my chaste and innocent mind.
Haha.
Moving on to a more sombre topic, just the other day, when I was having a lovely chat with Selena, she suddenly said, "Why can't we just be ourselves and not care about what others think of us?". (That was one long sentance with a hell lot of commas)
We concluded that no matter how much we'd like that, it wouldn't occur. No one wants to be judged but everyone judges everyone. That's the irony of it all. It'll be easy to say "that's just life". But it's not, it's not "just life". It's how much one cherishes oneself. If you mildly dislike someone yet you still are polite with that special someone, people call you fake. It's just not right. Do you expect one to go around pointing The Finger to everyone from the cleaning auntie who refuses to top up toilet paper to your act-cute-wide-eyed-high-pitched-tairing cousin? It's just not right. Being is tricky. Just being is tricky. It's tricky enough without people judging you so harshly. Cut everyone some slack, people. Everyone has opinions, what distinguishes a bitch from a saint, in our society most of the time, is whether that person has the guts to voice that opinion. It's just not right.
"One shouldn't care about what others think about us, because, 95% of the time, they are thinking about what others think of them."
I beg to differ.
PS: No one's been judging me. Recently. So no, this isn't a personal attack, you gossip mongers. Wags fingers.
you're my pumpkin pie
9:57 PM