We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Birthdays
I just spent an hour fiddling with the beehoon that's overflowing with beansprouts. Gave up eating because I seriously think there're more beansprouts than beehoon altogether. It's like beansprouts with beehoon, not beehoon with beansprouts.
I'm hungry because I can probably count the strands of WHITE beehoon I had. Yea, the fact that it's white makes it worse because you can't tell the beehoon and the beansprouts apart until you actually bite into a beansprout, which I did and I felt like screaming and eating the whole CPU to flush that disgusting beansprout down.
Anyway, that was two very random paragraphs about my nasty breakfast that was the first thing to irritate me on a Friday morning.
Okay, maybe not. The first thing that irritated me on a Friday morning was that a teacher called and woke me up at 9am. What's more irritating is the weather was so comfy and I remember I was having some pretty interesting fantasy dream. Maybe if I wasn't woken up I would have remembered it. Meh. What's most irritating is I couldn't get to sleep after that because I had to urge to listen to Dao Xiang so I did and I got high. Then I listened to 9.33 and 9.78 and 9.78 made me laugh so hard I forgot I was sleepy.
"Time check, it's 9.38am. The time is brought to you by..."
"A plastic bag"
"Omg omg omg! You don't mean a... PLASTIC BAG?!"
"Yea. It's The Plastic Bag! That holds stuff..."
Barney random. ._.
Zzz.
On a brighter note, my mother promised never to buy beansprouts-infested beehoon for my breakfast again.
Imma gonna studya with gillian fang ju hua and chunying wang wu niang later tonight at Changi Airport. (No caps for their names because they insist they don't like capital letters.) Oh, and probably jiahao(gan). We're studying overnight to test the hypothesis that "All overnight studying sessions are fruitless because you'll end up doing crap", at 90% significance level. We must not succumb to colouring or writing Xiao Ming essays again!
It's 11.00am now, the time is brought to you by a plastic bag.
HA.
Happy Birthday Danhong, though I don't know you. May you stop being an egg and crack into a little chick soon.
Happy Birthday Naomi, I know you but your birthday is tomorrow. May you grow taller, less disgusting so people will share a Swensens ice cream with you without cringing, and everything else nicer. On second thoughts, may you not grow taller so you'll forever be shorter than me. Yay.
Happy Birthday Sopheary, I know you but I don't know you and your birthday is next week. May you continue living in Yio Chu Kang (mega random!) and may you grow taller. Yep, I don't mind you taller than me since you're older, that's only fair.
Happy Birthday Singapore, sorry for belated birthday wish. I was lagging last month. May you stay red and white with a crescent and five stars, continue raining like this on days where there's no school, throw away the sun please and everything else nice. I wish you all the best in land reclaiming so you can grow from a little red dot to a little bigger red dot, so Sokmui will stop laughing at you being a dot in a dot. In any case, Sokmui is an evil killer so you should ignore any mean comments she made about you. I apologise on her behalf.
Happy Birthday Vase that holds flowers... this is getting lame. Sorry I never knew when your birthday is, I guess everyone has a birthday so you should have one too. Thanks for holding the flowers all this time and beautifying the left of the monitor since forever. The flowers are synthetic and you're synthetic too. But I've grown to realise that beauty is not just skin deep, and I truly appreciate you from the bottom of my heart, connected to your soul via this unimaginable link between us. Sorry if you think this is bullshit, I've tried to make it sound least of what I meant.
Happy Birthday to earthquake that striked Italy and caused Basilica of St. Francis at Assisi to collapse. You're such a mean thing. Do you know what devastation you've caused. I hate you for that, but still, it's your birthday and it's not really your fault that you're born. Let's blame your parents, who are, I guess, two plates (oceanic or continental) that decided to move around and touch each other. They're the stupid ones because they don't realise what devastation their kid (you) can bring. You've come and gone and I hope you won't come back again. Happy Birthday nonetheless.
(This can go on and on...)
Okay lah, byebye.
10:45:00 AM because I say so
I'm hungry because I can probably count the strands of WHITE beehoon I had. Yea, the fact that it's white makes it worse because you can't tell the beehoon and the beansprouts apart until you actually bite into a beansprout, which I did and I felt like screaming and eating the whole CPU to flush that disgusting beansprout down.
Anyway, that was two very random paragraphs about my nasty breakfast that was the first thing to irritate me on a Friday morning.
Okay, maybe not. The first thing that irritated me on a Friday morning was that a teacher called and woke me up at 9am. What's more irritating is the weather was so comfy and I remember I was having some pretty interesting fantasy dream. Maybe if I wasn't woken up I would have remembered it. Meh. What's most irritating is I couldn't get to sleep after that because I had to urge to listen to Dao Xiang so I did and I got high. Then I listened to 9.33 and 9.78 and 9.78 made me laugh so hard I forgot I was sleepy.
"Time check, it's 9.38am. The time is brought to you by..."
"A plastic bag"
"Omg omg omg! You don't mean a... PLASTIC BAG?!"
"Yea. It's The Plastic Bag! That holds stuff..."
Barney random. ._.
Zzz.
On a brighter note, my mother promised never to buy beansprouts-infested beehoon for my breakfast again.
Imma gonna studya with gillian fang ju hua and chunying wang wu niang later tonight at Changi Airport. (No caps for their names because they insist they don't like capital letters.) Oh, and probably jiahao(gan). We're studying overnight to test the hypothesis that "All overnight studying sessions are fruitless because you'll end up doing crap", at 90% significance level. We must not succumb to colouring or writing Xiao Ming essays again!
It's 11.00am now, the time is brought to you by a plastic bag.
HA.
Happy Birthday Danhong, though I don't know you. May you stop being an egg and crack into a little chick soon.
Happy Birthday Naomi, I know you but your birthday is tomorrow. May you grow taller, less disgusting so people will share a Swensens ice cream with you without cringing, and everything else nicer. On second thoughts, may you not grow taller so you'll forever be shorter than me. Yay.
Happy Birthday Sopheary, I know you but I don't know you and your birthday is next week. May you continue living in Yio Chu Kang (mega random!) and may you grow taller. Yep, I don't mind you taller than me since you're older, that's only fair.
Happy Birthday Singapore, sorry for belated birthday wish. I was lagging last month. May you stay red and white with a crescent and five stars, continue raining like this on days where there's no school, throw away the sun please and everything else nice. I wish you all the best in land reclaiming so you can grow from a little red dot to a little bigger red dot, so Sokmui will stop laughing at you being a dot in a dot. In any case, Sokmui is an evil killer so you should ignore any mean comments she made about you. I apologise on her behalf.
Happy Birthday Vase that holds flowers... this is getting lame. Sorry I never knew when your birthday is, I guess everyone has a birthday so you should have one too. Thanks for holding the flowers all this time and beautifying the left of the monitor since forever. The flowers are synthetic and you're synthetic too. But I've grown to realise that beauty is not just skin deep, and I truly appreciate you from the bottom of my heart, connected to your soul via this unimaginable link between us. Sorry if you think this is bullshit, I've tried to make it sound least of what I meant.
Happy Birthday to earthquake that striked Italy and caused Basilica of St. Francis at Assisi to collapse. You're such a mean thing. Do you know what devastation you've caused. I hate you for that, but still, it's your birthday and it's not really your fault that you're born. Let's blame your parents, who are, I guess, two plates (oceanic or continental) that decided to move around and touch each other. They're the stupid ones because they don't realise what devastation their kid (you) can bring. You've come and gone and I hope you won't come back again. Happy Birthday nonetheless.
(This can go on and on...)
Okay lah, byebye.
10:45:00 AM because I say so