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Monday, November 21, 2005
Brainwashed
Ignorant Friend and I are still not used to the fact that we have absolutely, positively, no work to do.
IF: WHY ARE YOU ONLINE?!
IF: It has become quite of a habit. (Certainly. For the past 1-2 months, it had been her opening line every time I signed in.) IF: Whenever I see you, my first instinct is to ask you that.
Me: WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONLINE?!?!?! IF: *GASP* Not studying!! For A levels!!! Me: *GASP*!!! IF: Shit. I think everyone finish studying already. Me: Ugh...Yah lor!!! Stupid idiots. I can't believe we're so slack! And to think we're gonna mug damn hard for A's. IF: Yes! But haiya, still got time lah. 2 more years. Me: But we've already lost out to other people! They've already started! We haven't! Me: Tomorrow wanna go to the library? I intending to start on A levels Chem.
A pity I forgot to take a photo of the mountain of books before they were given away. Very sad. :( Yes, I'm emotionally attached to my books. Especially my Chemistry one. That's why I'm not giving it away. (It's the red book on the right.)
Me: I feel boreddddddd. IF: Study!!!!! Me: For a moment I really panicked. IF: It still feels weird right. Like we can do anything we want without feeling guilty. IF: No homework to do. No comparing what we did (or didn't do) today. Me: It feels too unreal. Me: I keep questioning myself, "Is there really no work/something I hate for me to do?" IF: I keep getting that feeling also. Like maybe there's some schoolwork to do Me: Or maybe there's like lessons, remedials. Me: It's been 3 days since exams ended and we still can't believe it. Me: I think we're too used to feeling shit and stressed and guilty and arghed.
IF: When I signed in I felt so guilty. IF: And when I woke up late I felt so guilty also! Me: Yes!!! IF: The gahmen has finally brainwashed us to feel guilty when we slack.
It was scary to talk to Kenny over MSN. Because it's more personal and even if I flirt with him there, you wouldn't know.
We ended up talking about my favourite topic on my favourite guy. Yucks. So half the time I was holding vomit in my mouth.
He thought I got other crush one leh.
Kenny Sia says:
are you seeing someone at the moment?
scaryyreyrgyewiugweu says:
no
Kenny Sia says:
at school or anywhere.
Kenny Sia says:
really?
Kenny Sia says:
you don't have a crush even?
scaryyreyrgyewiugweu says:
don't have lah
scaryyreyrgyewiugweu says:
only you
Kenny Sia says:
that's not quite normal for a 16 year old!
!
You think I like you play play one ah. I'm serious about you, you know. *sniff* Let me go cry my eyes out over this unrequited love.
We're going to be friends sooner or later. Oh well. He's gonna realise that I'm better off an addict than a friend. A 16-year-old isn't gonna be much of a good friend to an adult. And yah lah, I know he must be thinking that I'd soon realise he's just some normal guy and be very disappointed blah blah blah.
A few days back, when I will still in the midst of my O' Levels, I received a package from my second bro.
I ripped it open. (Okay, maybe not quite. I just exaggerated my excitement level.)
In there was a beautiful hand-made birthday card with messages from my two brothers.
And a pack of jelly beans from Jelly Belly!
Not only is it sugar-free, it also has 40% reduced calorie from the normal Jelly Belly jelly beans! Now you won't have a jelly belly after eating Jelly Belly's jelly beans anymore! Woohoooooo!!
My mother went like, "Huh?! Send from US just send a box of jelly beans?"
I replied, "Yah lor. But still nice what. It's the thought that counts."
And apparantly, thought is very expensive.
Buttered Popcorn Cherry Green Apple Juicy Pear Lemon Licorice Pineapple Strawberry Tangerine Sizzling Cinnamon
Aww...How colourful, cute, and happy!
Of course, I had to try every single one of them. That was a dreadful procedure. Because despite how happy they look, these jelly beans are nothing but bitter and whiny little kids inside.
It's only nice to hear the flavours of the jellybeans. Like if you told me there's Harry Potter Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans with flavours like earwax, booger, dirt, rotten egg, vomit, of course I'd look at your wide-eyed and go, "WOW!! I HAVE TO TRY ALL OF THEM!"
But when I really taste them, my tongue would probably tie a knot and my stomach would flip. That's the price of satisfying curiosity.
Back to my jelly bean-tasting mission. Before I started, I prepared a bowl of cut apples. It's like my first-aid kit.
Captain Honeystars was there to give me moral support.
Buttered Popcorn - tastes like buttered popcorn. I like this flavour the most.
Cherry - tastes like cherry.
Green Apple - tastes like green apple. Just a little more disgusting than green apple.
Juicy Pear - tastes like pear. Just a little more disgusting than pear.
Lemon - when you first bite into, somehow it tastes like puke. But after that the lemon taste is alright.
Licorice - now I know how shit tastes like.
Pineapple - not nice.
Strawberry - tastes like strawberry.
Tangerine - tastes like tangerine.
Sizzling Cinnamon - tastes like ack. I don't like the strong cinnamon taste in a jelly bean!!
I'm sorry. I suck at giving reviews.
To my horror surprise, they tried to make things fun by telling you new flavours you can churn up by mixing and matching.
So I picked up my courage. And went ahead to explore the new and exciting flavours.
Hey! It does look like the picture of the cinnamon popcorn ball!
Surprisingly, it tasted not bad, and did taste like cinnamon popcorn! Better than eating the cinnamon jelly bean by itself.
No, it just tasted like spiced fruits. There's not even a tea-flavoured jelly bean. How could it taste like spiced tea? The sweetness of the jelly beans cloyed my tastebuds.
I don't know. It's just like drinking down syrup. Actually, eating every one of them is like drinking down syrup! Ack.
It tasted ok. Like syrup again. But I realised this is a good way of clearing the jelly beans!
After my mission was done, I covered the box, not prepared to let the jelly beans see light ever again.
Then I saw this.
Fortunately, being immortal, I didn't experience any stomach discomfort nor laxative effects.
But even then, I know of an unspoken combination that will cause not only stomach discomfort, not only laxative effect, but something worse.
So it was over yesterday. But I came home too late to update.
After the other-people-happy-that-Chem-was-easy-but-I-pissed-that-I-have-this-feeling-I'm-not-gonna-do-well Chem paper, I went out with IF to Orchard Road. So we both cheered up a little. Arrived there at 7pm. Very late! But that's because the paper ended at 5.45pm. :(
I got my ears pierced. It's been 11 years since I last pierced. We went to 77th Street. Pierce ears only what. No big deal!
I know it's weird. But a picture of my ear this big makes me feel vulnerable. Almost as if if you shouted into your computer screen, I'll go deaf.
But damn...it was painful. I wasn't expecting the shot to hurt that much. I got a shock and jumped a little. Heh...That's also because the woman was taking helluva time to aim for the mark. When she finally got down at it, I got a shock.
Edit 9 December 05: Sorry, I had to take down the photos. Just imagine ok?
The second one came fast though it hurt as well.
Currently my piercing at the top hurts more than the one at my soft squishy ear lobe. That's why you can see that my right ear is redder than the left.
Ate at the The Coffee Connoisseur. We faced social discrimination! But that's what you get when you're students in their uniforms.
If you go there, remember to sit on the soft comfy couches that we didn't get to sit on. They look so tempting and suitable for a date. ;) We sat at where the toilet was in its full view. At least from my direction. Yuck. I saw one guy scratching his butt while walking to the toilet.
I was telling IF how nice it would be if I went there with ***** *** and sat at that romantic corner. (Must censor 'cos like that then mysterious mah.)
Should have brought my camera along. We only took pics of the food with IF's handphone.
This is her half-eaten smoked salmon and linguine with mushroom cream. Both of us felt that it didn't taste that fantastic.
This is my beef lasagne accompanied by 2 slices of garlic bread. Mama-Mia! :) That's the name of the dish by the way. I hate it when they give such names to their dishes. It makes ordering embarrassing.
IF kept talking to me and I felt obligated to answer her on the spot. I almost choked 3 times even though my mouth wasn't totally full. That's because the lasagne had so much cheese. And the cheese was extremely chewy and err...chokable if you try to talk.
Never talk during meals, kids!
IF's desert - Decadent Chocolate Mousse. Chocolate mousse with vanilla ice cream and rum jelly. If you're wondering where's the rum jelly, it's around the scoop of ice cream. Yea, those small chunks you see. I tried a few mouths of the chocolate mousse. Not bad to me.
My desert - Gran Sesame Timbale. The only word I know in this name is "sesame". Dried crispy banana slice stuck onto cinnamon ice cream. That's the pastry that envelopes sesame sauce and apple chunks. It's okay...just that my tastebuds were like going on a rollercoaster ride. Especially with the mango sauce. I don't like mango in my desert...
The blueberries and strawberries by the side were far too sour. Especially the blueberries. I almost thought I was eating a lemon. As for that green ball, I didn't eat it. It looked dangerous like how parsley does.
I was telling IF how bad a mistake it was to put mango and strawberry sauces together. Don't you think it reminds you of pus and blood?
We went bra-shopping. Sorry, no pics of my bra because it's personal and I don't want you to know that I wear 26AAA!
Here's the pic of the panty that came with the bra though. ;)
What a tease!
Am not intending to wear it, so I guess it's less personal and I can just post it up here. Heh...
IF commented on how sexy it is because it's like a fine net and it's translucent, "Wear for ***** *** ah?"
Heh heh heh...
Alright alright. I know you wanna see how an AAA looks like. It's damn small ok. So don't laugh at me.
Ugh. I can't wait for this shit to be over. So much so that I'm just sitting around, waiting for time to pass. Get what I mean?
Ok fine. There's no more time to read through the whole textbook. Others have done that like ages ago and have completed their revision papers and what-not. Right on the other side of the planet, IF and I are like "oh, erm...let's read through the TB!"
So yeah. Now I don't even have time to read through textbook at all. I'll have to make-do with reading through summaries of the chapters.
1am now and I've not studied for Chem! Heheh...It's at 2.30pm tomorrow. Will study in the morning lah. I'm too lazy to do that now. I'm already in the O's-are-over mood!
I feel less owned now though because don't have the "My" liao. :( Heheh...I know lah. I shall stop being picky ok? :D
desperate addict: How did you list your links previously? Kenny: addict, in order of who I love most.
As much as ranking some silly hate site at number 5 in the past puzzles me, I must admit this:
You're terribly sweet.
There's one thing that's irritating about Kenny though. He never kisses me! No no, I'm not compraining about it. Actually, it's unacceptable for him to not kiss me since I'm his wife. But I can't force him to do that what. It doesn't matter though. Because when I kiss him, there's nothing he can do even if he doesn't want it right?
It's been a week or so since my father grew shingles.
Look at the icky state he's in now.
Hold on. If you're really serious about looking at the pic, you must promise to do something.
Promise?
Ok, the thing is this - you'll have to look longingly at the pic for 10 seconds straight. And then, you'll have to kiss the pic on your computer screen, right on the spot where the shingles are. :)
Because only then can shingles be cured. And we all want my dad to be fine, don't we?
I'm pissed and upset right now. My dad forced me to go to the doctor 'cos I was having some dunno-what-shit-muscle pain near the tummy area. I didn't want to because I felt that it was just the muscle. Oh wait, actually, my dad didn't force me. Without my knowledge, he just drove straight to some clinic which I've not been for ages. 7 years to be exact.
I have no idea what happened to my record. I had to go through the hassle of taking dreadful measurements - height and weight. Thanks, I now know that 2kg I gained either got deposited on my tummy, thighs or arms. Because I gained no height, and have in fact shrunken. You don't know how important that one centimetre is to my status in life.
There were only 2 patients before me. I don't know how the doc did it, but he took forever to attend to 2 patients. When I went in, I got my most expected comment. Thanks for ruining my mood, doc. Love ya.
He then asked irritating questions in front of my dad like "When was the last time your menses came?", "How have your stools been like?". I'm in shock that he didn't ask "So how have your masturbating sessions been?"
After that I had to lie down and let him press my stomach here and there.
"Is it here?" "No." "Here?" "Err...not really I think. It's not as painful here as-" "Oh. Not hitting the spot is it?" "......Erm...Yea, in a way."
Suspected it was my appendix because the right area hurt.
So I was asked to do a urine sample. Wow. Life's never been this fun. I realise my aiming's pretty good by the way. Not bad for a female.
I waited outside for the results. I was hoping for appendicitis actually. At least all the humiliation would pay off for some results. Anyway, I believe that shit will come sooner or later. Unless you're suay enough for it to come now as well as later in life.
Unfortunately, when I was called to go in, the doc said that there's nothing wrong with my urine. In other words, nothing's wrong with my appendix. He called me to lie down again. Pressed here and there again. Same area hurt.
Then he announced to me the most incredible procedure he was gonna do - an anus check.
He said, "It's gonna be covered. So don't worry." I had to remove my pants and underwear. And the "cover" was so not "cover" lor. I could feel the cold air against my bare ass. The nurse gave the cue, "Ready."
And the doc stuck his finger(s) in.
...
"Oh my god. You have a lot of stool in there."
...Well, thanks again doc. But if you make any more comments like how hairy my ass is, I'm gonna shit in your face.
What a fucker. Literally. He must be pretty experienced with this shitty job because he used a lot of lube and he knew just which spots to hit.
After all that hassle, the conclusion was that "there's nothing wrong". "Probably something to do with my muscle."
