Oh my effing hell. My email is fucked. For the love of coffee! First snailmail, and now my email is getting lost in cyberspace too?! I haven't recieved anything since June 30, and I've already heard of people who've sent after that date. So. If you've sent me something and I haven't replied till now - I usually do after two days tops - you know why.
This is insane. The one lifeline I have has betrayed me. You don't know how depressing(too overused a word) upsetting this is. It's like... having no water when you're shipwrecked. Or worse. This is a very, very bad turning point. Can you say, heavy boots?
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Updated Wednesday, July 5, 2006, 11:04 p.m..
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June 25
One to three in the afternoon yesterday was one of The most boring two hours of my life. And you know how time fucks with you, it seems to crawl slower than your sick grandmother when you want so badly to get everything over with.
It was a seminar for Confirmation. Confirmation is this Catholic thing where you confirm your belief. I never knew this existed until my grandmother told me recently. So I'm up for it this July 22 or something.
The woman teaching was a substitute. A lousy one, at that. Why substitute when you do not know what you are supposed to teach?
So as she droned on and on and on about Cathecism-related topics (that she repeated some 900 times, to kill time), and since she made me sit in front, I noticed her feet.
They were fucking gross.
No I am serious. It's not just the kind of gross that looks gross when you look at it for too long a time.
(Try looking at a bunch of hands for a good ten minutes, flapping on the floor. Watch them turn grotesque.)
It was really weird, it was like she had an extra bunch of skin between her first and second toe because she'd been wearing flip-flops for way too long.
Don't get me started on the nails.
I earned myself a good steady headache trying to keep my eyes open.
June 27
I'm still wondering why sixteen is such a special age. From stories I've heard before, and pathetic MTV Reality, it's supposed to be a blast? Maybe something like:
So today was like the best day everrrrrrr
First all mah girls came over to get done up and all, everyone looked totally gorgeous thanks to my new personal stylist Lorenzo, one of my daddy's Sweet Sixteen birthday presents! It was all totally rad, he's like all gay-ish and stuff but it doesn't matter 'cause he's superfun.
My mom didn't lag behind on the presents either, she got me this jewelry set from Tiffany & Co. Get the red carpet ready for me guys!
For half the day I was super totally bummed 'cause, you know, I didn't pass my driver's license theory test, I mean like seriously I'm not about to stick my hand out of the window and risk getting my nails ruined! Or worse, sweat! Gross! So obviously I didn't study, I like flipped through my dad's manual thing and got a papercut and spent ages trying on those cute Curad band-aids to see which one went with my outfit.
BUT IT'S OKAY 'CAUSE MY PARENTS WERE SO TOTALLY AWESOME AND THIS TRUCK CAME TO THE PARTY RIGHT AFTER I DID AND LIKE OMGOSHNESS IT WAS A BMW! I mean I don't know what model it is but who cares it's a frikkin' BMW!
My best friend was being such a clingy loser that I just HAD to not let her come to the most awesome seaside party yet on the west coast. But after that she was still being totally clingy and tried to get through the back door and then gave me a card and a tiny present. A bracelet, or something, I gave it away as a door gift. She is so from Loserville.
Anyway moving on mah girls and I had a total blast flirting with the drop dead gorgeous surfer guys who I didn't know but invited anyway at the last minute, I was so sure they would go because I looked so hot in my bikini. Even Heather said so. Dancing in a crowded room with loud techno music obviously meant a lot of grinding and that was super fun too.
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Forgive me for not completing the
recount, I can't fabricate things like that well. Content heavily "inspired" by that one episode of My Super Sweet 16 I actually watched, which had a stupid spoiled chick get a fucking BMW convertible even though she fucking flunked her driver's lisence test. Why? Because she was paying more attention on how her hair was supposed to curl on the Big Day rather than sit and study for the damn thing.
I mean I'm no study person but seriously a BMW is enough fuel to get me going.
It's so disgusting to see spoiled people like that. Geez think of the walking skeletons in Africa.
If you're That slow, NO I don't want that kind of thing. I would rather go back to Singapore. Or travel. Or get a Practical Photography subscription.
The supposed fantastic day was just school, people I couldn't remember the names of wishing me a happy birthday, being extremely bored during Geomtery and being annoyed I couldn't come up with anything nice while doodling.
In Geometry, by the way, we were just taught how to measure angles.
But thank you to everyone who did wish sincerely.
Bernette and the POWERPOINT! Made my day. Seriously.
Si Jing with the messages everywhere!
And Rachel of course for calling the night before and sub-consciously making me so amazingly sad.
All right let's see. This is last year (I even put in the old coding, background pattern and font and all!) :
June 27
SOO my big day
today kind of SUCKED. Or maybe I'm just a huge pessimist lmao.
1) they
didn't even let me use the computer?!
2) talking to my grandparents was kind
of bad cos, like take my grandmom for example. Gushing about how excited they
were for us to go back and stuff. Which was really sweet and all an though I
felt sad for them I felt even worse cos I really wasn't looking forward to going
back x_x
3) my mom was talking NON-STOP about going back and how I should
throw a party for all my friends here at home before I go. "have a get-together
or something" / "uh there won't even be anything left in the house to 'party'
for. *concentrates on brownies on plate*
ON A MUCH LIGHTER NOTE
Being
in school was ironically so much better. THANK YOU
Bernette for your adorable
card. (It was talking about money lmfao.) And the markers~*~**~!
SJ and your
wonderful letter
Nicole and your endless birthday wishes rofl. "It's not
everyday it's your birthday and it's the last time I'll be able to do this!!"
Awww <3
Jessleen for The Killers album!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jude for your
gorgeous card. And the birthday dance!! *pretends it's a grand thing* your
rehearsals paid off!! XD <3
Izz for your skipping (hahahah) and your
birthday hug~* and the fansign!
The few B Div softballers who uhhhh tried
singing a birthday song for me. Um I hate those things lmao so I ran away
*cheeky grin*
Well everyone else who wished me. =D
The whole day
really wasn't that "special". It was over in no time anyway.. bleh.
/June
27
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hello andayy wazowskayy!
wo yao chi ping guo!=)
bye
bye andayy wazowskayy!<33
-does that hand heart thing.=)
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Haha 1
guess who typed that^. So cute <33
I was blogging the previous
paragraphs last night, but my dad walked in on me sneaking on the computer and
took it away. I was so bothered. I don't really know why, maybe it was because
it was my birthday? Rofl. I fell asleep at around 1 this morning thanks to the
brooding of how bothered I was. STUPID RIGHT. Wtf.
Unfortunately our
teachers didn't change, but there're a few new ones. Got Audrey Neo for History.
Goh KC (oh god save us) for Science aaand some Chua woman for music. MUSIC IS SO
BORING BTW. And Chua thinks she's so hilarious. *rolls eyes* AND she knows she
walks around barefoot in the music room, she should at least take the liberty to
cut and clean her nails and make them presentable WTF. Disgusting much?! I have
to sit in the front row, too. Ew.
Ah THANK YOU LIDYA for that adorable
poster/card/story thing. Omg so sweet <33
You should check out that
song in the header. =DDD Pop jazz. They played it in the movie Hitch, if any of
you were wondering it was familiar. I'm so boring kk BYE.
OH AND if any
of you can help me get my hands on the song Round Are Way by Oasis
I WILL LOVE YOU. LimeWire is being such a jackass wtf.
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Awwwww I missed seeing everyone in school even more when I read that.
Oh my god! Softball! The other day I was thinking of the satisfying crack of the bat and watching the ball soar in the air. Or the loud thack when you catch a ball. Damn right I miss it.
And gosh by the way I still don't have that Oasis song, and would appreciate very very much if someone could track it down for me. It's from A Life Less Ordinary (though actually it's not listed on the official soundtrack, which is weird). Adorable Robert wails it on the way home - I mean hideout - from getting some food.
It was entertaining to read my old entries again, I wonder if I'd still be blogging like that if I had stayed in Singapore. The last time a smiley was seen on my blog was when I was marvelling at Mr.
^____^V
June 28
Today I actually typed out all the messages in my 94235277 inbox. I even included the time and date.
June 29
Pythagorean Theorem. Solve X.
1) 3, 4, and X
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Poll:
Would you know what to do if you were given that?
a. Duh, are you stupid?
b. What the fuck is that?
One guess what my answer is.
How INSANE is that? After consultation with classmates after the test they were like, "oh that one was easy it's always a-squared, b-squared, and c-squared. So the equations are all a-squared equals b-squared minus c-squared."
And it's not like the teacher explained it in a previous lesson or anything.
July 3
Today I met the most pitiful teacher in the universe.
To give perspective on how often her forehead is wrinkled up, how often she pouts, and the amount of (assumed) PMS she emits -
She makes Anna Cheng look like fucking Santa Claus (pardon the pun in terms of physical appearance). Or a host on a Playhouse Disney show. And throw in Goh Kok Cheng as a co-host (or the mouse..).
She doesn't even say Thank You. In place of that, she bites her lip and wrinkles up her nose, as if the thought of blurting out those words had an odor worse than the durian.
It's amusing how desperate girls can get to get even the least bit of attention (read: a sideways glance) from the opposite sex. Observe:
Adrienne and four other boys: *talking*
Girl: *suddenly appears from nowhere, a meter behind our table* Heyy Adrienne what're the next subjects?
Everyone: *stops talking*
A: Uh... *checks notebook* English and Math.
G: Oh okay! Are you going up yet? People are clearing out
A: Uh yeah in a bit
G: Okay! See you later!
This girl has never spoken to me before and she wasn't just being plain friendly and welcoming either.
Funny:
"Hey Liana why are you and your sister so different? She is like COOL *does the Ozfest rock sign* and you are like, Sweet."
Funnier:
"So... are you a rocker?"
Funniest:
"Wow, *
rockista."
"Why do you say that?"
"The black shirt. The black bag. Those drawings on your notebook."
"I'm wearing a white long-sleeved top under the black one. *holds up sleeve*"
"I bet you're in a band!"
*Rockista (rah-KIS-tah) - Adolescent Tagalog slang for Rocker.
July 4
CVE (Christian Values Education) class -
The topic today is "freedom".
Same bullshit as it always has been. The really stupid thing is we are graded on the notes we take, and this teacher wants everyone to take down every single thing he says - lame pathetic antics included.
Like hell I am. When his lectures provide less than adequate notebook-worthy content - which is most of the time - I make up my own. Unlike some female students who make blog entries out of hte lecture. Punctuated with smileys and action description. Spun up with Taglish.
The teacher likes to quote Apply CVE to Real Life unquote. He doesn't like quote Using the Book unquote. (Oooh, *pasaway! Sheesh.)
He has said this a thousand times.
In other words, at least twice in every single lesson. It gets tiring. It's more like a gloat fest than a lesson. Mommy look, no books!
Yeah. Right. Great.
English class -
This is unfair, when I finally get a full score for spelling, I'm not given a chance to show off because the teacher didn't ask for the scores. (*pushes up glasses*)
Teacher says "I want to know how you are feeling right now. Write on the board!"
And since I wasn't picked:
I woke up the wrong way today so I am a bit lightheaded and Time has failed me yet again and iis pretty much dead. All that is keeping me remotely excited about the day is the plan to go to the mall later with my father. Everything Is Illuminated, here I come!
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Since the Asia airing, I've been hearing High School bloody Musical all over school. It's crazy, and it's not like it was great or anything. The average Disney Original Movie, though yes at least there was less cheese this time. I cannot fathom why it is such a hit. I was expecting a lot more on account of its supposed greatness heard from folks over at Radiant.
I've heard the line Soaring, flying only some, oh, seven thousand times. It seeps through the recess and lunch noise. Whispers during quizzes. Hums the by now all-too-familiar tune along hallways.
Not to mention the massive amount of people doing that snap-your-fingers-with-your-wrists-crossed thing.
It does get annoying.
But not as annoying as Tisdale's voice in the movie. Oh wait, what voice? I mean A string of notes prolonged using a sound editing program.
You see, when you can't hit a high note, or can't sing in tune with the music, they edit your voice. They look for the right note, and prolong it for as long as it needs to. Or they get you to say the syllable, and then they alter the key and prolong it. All on the computer. You can tell when it's done because you sound like Alvin and the Chipmunks.
I guess the movie was successful because it was high school drama slash adolescent "love" slash boppy happy music. Adolescent love meaning -
guy on cellphone: Turn around.
girl on cellphone: *turns around to find guy standing at her balcony*
Liana: AWWWWWWWW SWEEEET
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I was being stubborn and picky and didn't want to buy the movie-version cover of Everything Is Illuminated (the yellow one with Elijah Wood on it), so I was all annoyed and picked between Irvine Welsh, George Orwell, and Douglas Coupland. I went for the latter (I don't think that word can be used when there are three subjects but anyway). 715 pesos. Was immediately dropped when I found Everything Is Illuminated, White Teeth (Zadie Smith) and Notes on A Scandal (Zoe Heller) in a pack for 735. This was extremely productive. My debit card is fucked and I can't touch the 3000 what the hell!
I've never heard of the last book mentioned, nor the author, but it looks good.
*Pasaway (pah-sah-WHY) - Rebel (noun). Crude translation: "Asking for It."
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Updated Tuesday, July 4, 2006, 05:21 a.m..
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