Mediocre Laziness.

Blogs are where you express yourself,
and when that fails, because of some obscure reason (flunking my chemistry test?),
you choose someone, or something else to express it for you.

But in the very act of just choosing what I want to help express me,
I've already expressed myself.
I mean, we can more or less tell how a person is by the decisions they make right?

My creativity has been maliciously sucked away by Mr Yee's "very easy wan la, sure can score if you read my notes" chemonster paper.
The amount of crap substances and formulaes I cheekily invented. sweet, very sweet.
Bummer that they don't give marks for your creativity.

Guess what?
I got a new modem, cos' my old one kena lightning;
YAYYYYY!!!! I can surffff the net with my roxy surfer shorts again...

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in AL's apartment that is. T.T
Cos know why?
Lightning struck my new baby modem yesterday, it was barely 3 days old!!!!

Now, who's the wise guy who said lightning don't strike the same place twice?
What a great myth.

=)

(p/s I don't own any roxy shorts. RM200 okay. Siau-ness)

I Love Saturday Mornings!

(The view from my garden)

The day where I don't even bother snoozing my alarm clock,
I just let it buzz.ring. & yell annoyingly,
I wake up with a broader smile than usual.

I pick up my faithful companions - My bible, journal and pen,
quietly sneak out of the house to the garden -my solace,
without worrying I'll be late for class,
I sit and stare at the diffrent shades of green in the garden,
I see, not 1, but 7 of my mom's favourite plant she repeatedly planted,
I see the plant where we brought back from Ipoh,
reminds me of my Popo, *frowns and smiles slowly*

5 days of utter busy-ness,
where so many things of the world scream and shout for our attention,
where it's so easy to be sucked into this vortex,
Weee, I'm thankful for them nonetheless...

well at least for everything except my Chemistry Unit 4 on Monday,
except my Lit unit 5 on Tues,
except my Lit unit 6 on Wedns,
and my 3 hour Moral paper on Thurs,
and all my Edexcel Exams in May & June.

I miss Solero Shot

I miss seeing a huge line of people lining up for that 12-seater ride...
I miss seeing half of them chicken out when it reached their turn...
I miss hearing the siren go off as they begin pumping the air into that monster,
I miss seeing those poor souls scream before the thing actually moves...

I love and dread the 8 seconds we just hang up there,
misty and total silence, often broken by my abrupt i-just-have-to-break-the-silence scream,
I like the feeling as if you are going to die, but common sense tells you obviously won't...


Most of all....


I just really miss the adrenaline rush & EXERCISING...

*Where art thou my dearest endorphins?*

Nothing sentimental whatsoever about this post, i just really need to excercise. Exams just make me feel all clogged up like Jar-Jar beans.

I'm a walking paradox.

"Why you so temperamental one? PMS-ing ar?"
- Quoted by Wen Shan, the one and only.

I enjoy people's company, i really do but then *snap* I suddenly just want to spend time alone,
I use to run up to the highest floor of college and play the piano, but Noooooo... now it's flooded with all the new piano maestros who all have the skill to turn Mary Had a Little Lamb into a symphony okay! *Go somewhere else to show off!* haha, actually I do enjoy seeing them play actually. 10 fleshy fingers running along the piano, and *poof* a whole new world.

Human nature is so fascinating, they never seem to bore me to tears and amuse me at the same time.

I'm eating in the canteen. "Hey! You are eating?"
I cut my hair. "Hey! You cut your hair?"
amusing.

But yet, there are those unpredictable ones. Betrayals, harsh words that as much as i hate to admit it, linger deep within me. Tears my heart, and just before i'm so tempted to blame every single one around me, it forces me to my knees, to cry to my God, as painful as it is.

Yet, things don't change, circumstances remain the same, but boy,I find new strength and courage to move on, not of my own, but from God who is sovereign and true.

Intellect can't save me, Logic not one bit, philosophy? enlightening but not life-giving.

*As the going gets tough, I cling even harder to You.*

Chinese all too chinese...

• Finish all your rice ah, or not your husband next time will have alot of pimples.
• Don't hold your chopsticks so slow , or not your husband next time will be shorter than you.
• Don't sweep your room on the first day of CNY, sweep all your luck away.
  
• Don't open the umbrella in the house, brings bad luck.

And a whole bunch of other crap, to me at least. Seriously, i think all these things were just made up for convenience's sake, scare people into doing what you want them to do.I however, won't be passing any of these superstitions down to my offspring (wahwahwah, thinking about marriage already?). Please don't crucify me for not doing so.

Sorry, i just came back from a LONG-I-FEEL-LIKE-A-GLUTTON dinner and got scolded in chinese(It sounds worse, BIG TIME) for being useless and disrespectful for not pouring chinese tea for the guest, aka my cousin from UK. Well, perfectly legitimate reason for reprimanding me, and even "more perfect" excuse for my current angst & frustration.

A piece of golden advice,

• Don't believe this crazy girl who says all these beliefs are superstitions, after gong gong and po po will scold you kaukau!
  

This I can assure you, is no crap.