juu loves yam says:
overdosing on strepsils make you get diarrhoea
muf . sick): says:
ARE YOU SURE?!
juu loves yam says:
the strepsil box says so
ahahah i really hope juu is wrong coz I'VE BEEN EATING STREPSILS NON STOP TODAY!
please, not another health ailment! i don't think i could take it!
thank You, God, for a good day.
thank You for getting me through my mep practical.
thank You for beautiful friends like char and liza
thank You for liza who helped me understand emaths
thank You for a gorgeous sunset on the way home
thank You for fickle tessa and her happy greeting on msn(: (yes, small things make me happy)
thank You for my mummy who is cooking fries in the kitchen
thank You for blessing me so much with more than i could ever wish for.
hahaha and to char: UPTOWN GIRL... SHE'S MY UPTOWN GIRL... LALALALALA.
and eliza, you are very funny but you must learn to stop whacking me, OKAY?
(: love you guys!
You Are 40% Extrovert, 60% Introvert |
You're a bit outgoing, a bit reserved
Like most people, you enjoy being social
But you also value the time you have alone
You have struck a good balance! |
really?
i just can't concentrate on studying
at all
this is majorly bad
i wonder if i will get retained
but i hope not
please pinch me and make me study.
as promised: "i will do poon proud!"
hahaha
yes
what a weird friend
but quite nice all the same
argh. ok i'm off to run then study.
goodbye.
listening to Mrs Tang talking to us about exams today, i had a very weird flashback... you see, i was sitting in the ava room listening to her rather heart-wrenching speech (a little woozily, i'm afraid) when suddenly something she said struck me: "don't give up on me... coz i'm not gonna give up on you."
for a second this gigantous wave of -oh, how does one say it- nostalgia? hit me. (but can't really say nostalgia... it's too nice a word.) and then i realized where i'd heard it before.
Miss Tham. In Greece. During the Choral Competition.
whenever i reminisce about that, this flood of emotions always gushes back. everything rolled into one: thankfulness, anger, sadness, relief, guilt even. because i remember that she very nearly pulled our whole table out of the competition. and then the sec 2s- errh never mind. and i was SO MAD at myself, at Miss Tham, at my juniors, even at the lousy oxygen-deprived old lift. and i just couldn't stop fuming about the whole thing. i remember eliza saying tt i was really scary coz i guess i don't really get angry easily, and i don't think she'd ever seen me in such a state before. i remember Miss Tham calling us down to the lobby to talk to us. remember the seniors telling us to speak our mind, and not to be frightened. i remember Miss Tham asking us "why should i let you sing tmr?" and i remember replying her with. well. ALOT. (shall not elaborate) and then when she told me i could sing and she'd just consider eliza and nic, i remember feeling so guilty, that somehow she was going to let me sing yet i was the one out of the 3 of us who felt the most bitter towards her actions.
don't get me wrong, i do have sufficient respect for her. it's just that perhaps i thought it a little unjust of her. but at the same time, i'm glad that we, The Mulizanic gang, were sane enough and not
nasty little lumps in that we didn't bring anyone else into the picture, not putting anyone else down. if she'd wanted us to say more, to present our case if i may put it that way, i'd have had a whole lot more to say. and we'd probably still be in Greece. not that i mind, i happen to like the food there very much.
and during the competition, i recall that we were all disappointed, as we errrh. sucked. (there's no gentler way to put it) and yes, the choir did give up in a way. and i didnt. because Miss Tham was right; i did treasure the opportunity i had to sing onstage. it was in nearly getting pulled out of competition that made me realise how much i wanted to be there. and i'm glad she felt the same way about liza and nic too.
this time, i hope it's not gonna take a NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE (haha) to make me put in my all. yes, it's late, but that's not gonna stop me from giving it my best shot. yes. right now images of tommyng are playing in my mind, images of him standing by the track clapping his hands and bellowing "last lap! it's all in the mind... go, go, go!" haha how corny. but whatever it is, i don't want to let down any of my teachers who have put in so much effort into their lessons, i don't wanna let down my parents, or God, or myself. so i'll just do my best, and i'll never give up. with God on my side, i can do
anything.greece.nic. eliza. dee. kyra. kristin. supermario. the pimple from the window. the fountain swimming pool. level 4 room. prawn shaped seats. the curry maggie mee. orange juice and sausages. carbonara. everest. pizza. hotel oscar. the password "DEBORAHHH". miss tham. victoria. warm ups. chewing gum. dark chocolate. ommonia square. plaka. socks. candy shop. mrs lim pushing andrea out of the train. mrs lim panicking. running. adidas beanie. roadside donuts. milo. eleanor swearing at me from the balcony. sarah's suitcase getting left behind. freezing evenings. nicole, to charissa who was eating m&ms: "your teeth are blue! haha better eat a yellow one, change it back to the original colour." eliza running to the wrong hotel. nicole breaking the telephone. nicole under my bed. nicole on my bed. eliza on my bed. kyra on my bed. kristin on my bed. playing cards.
i'll never forget
went to watch Tic Tac Tone concert with lizamiza.. was quite good, all the jazzish stuff, except for that girl who looked like a suckerfish and couldn't really sing OR dance (though she tried to do both) but yeah. it wasn't a complete waste of time! PLUS, i got to eat mrs fields cookie/brownie with li! hahahah oh, the joys of sticky chewy CHOCOLATEY stuff((:
anw they sang this song, and it's real nice. i'll learn to play it on the guitar ONE DAY SOON. after exams perhaps. for now i only know c major, a minor, d diminished, g major, f major and e minor chords. ha.
one last cryMy shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands, standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone wishing all my feeling was gone
I gave my best to you, nothing for me to do
But have one last cry
One last cry, before I leave it all behind
Ive gotta put you outta my mind this time
Stop living a lie
I guess Im down to my last cry
I was here, you were there
Guess we never could agree
While the sun shines on you
I need some love to rain on me
Still I sit all alone, wishing all my feeling was gone
Gotta get over you, nothing for me to do
But have one last cry
One last cry, before I leave it all behind
Ive gotta put you outta my mind this time
Stop living a lie
I know I gotta be strong
Cause round me life goes on and on and on
Im gonna dry my eyes
Right after I had my
One last cry
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oh yes and i have SYO audition on SATURDAY! i'm so sick of scales, i think i'll just puke when the guy asks me to play whichever and whatever scale.. yes. pls pray that i won't. and then we have choir concert. and then terry fox run.
i need to study.
study, muriel manning, or else. studystudystudy. ok. the end.
| What Your Underwear Says About You |
You tend to throw out your underwear after a few months. It gets used and abused!
You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone. |
hahahahahhahahaha. how weird.
imagine this..
you've just eaten a nice dinner of japanese noodles and tiramisu. you're feeling happy and contented, and are walking to the bus-stop with your little friend named Sarah, ready to head home. you are walking along this fairly deserted, dark path, with trees on either side. some of the branches hang over the path, giving a rather Big Fish feel. all is right with the world.
then your little friend Sarah notices a string hanging from one of these overhanging branches. she comments in an offhand manner "oh look, a
string!" so obviously, you are inclined to agree. "Oh yes. perhaps someone was hung there..." and that's when you suddenly wonder what would happen if you trod on a booby trap and this noose-like structure seizes you by the neck. this gruesome image plays about in your head for this split second, as visions of popping eyeballs and floppy necks dance through your saturated brain. meanwhile, your friend is terrified of some dead being floating around(or something. go ask sarah yourself)
whatever it is, you both SHRIEK at the same moment and turn around, choosing to make a humongous detour through orchard mrt and out the other way, to reach your bus stop.
how maluating. (and nerve-wracking. i must have a weak heart...)
i was so happy for about one second, because i realised that there was MOCHI IN THE FRIDGE, like one box. then i opened it and TADAA! only the stupid sesame flavour was left. i bet my sister did it.
not like i care, i have RESOLVED TO BE HEALTHY AND STOP EATING JUNK.
which is a fair resolution, because i had my fill of junk yesterday.
I WENT TO EAT AT CRYSTAL JADE AHAHAHA now arent you jealous.
don't deny. i know you are.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. muriel
2. ning er! no thanks to BIN HUA!
3. nicknames.. mu, mumu, moo, mooriel, THE LIST GOES ON
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. oh dearrr)x
2. wake me up, when September ends
3. according to charmaine poh: MeAn StRaNgEr *cringe* i think that was in sec 1, no?
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. teeth?
2. fingernails
3. hair colour
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. height (must grow TALLER!)
2. FRINGE! IT'S DRIVING ME MAD
3. complexion
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. chinese
2. irish
3. and english.
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. growing apart from God
2. living my life my way, not God's way, and screwing everything all up, wasting my life.
3. butterflies
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. handphone
2. friends
3.
showerTHREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. 3b3 shirt
2. fbts
3. purple hairband
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. michael buble
2. robbie williams
3. DUNCH KNOW once in a while i like christina aguilera
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. save the last dance for me!
2. so you would come
3. ALL THAT JAZZ! hahaha though it's irritating when stuck in my head..
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. security
2. honesty
3. humour!
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. my flute exam is tomorrow
2. my dad just detatched my bedroom door from the hinge and i have no door now
3. peas are my favourite food, nice little round things.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. nice eyes
2. nice smile(:
3. taller. must. hahaaha.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. sleeping.
2. playing nonsense on the piano
3. irritating my sister. it relieves stress on my part.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO/NEED REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. practice flute and pass my exam
2. think about stuff. but i'm putting it off so as to not become depressed.
3. float around on one of those inflatable rafts off the coast of Bintan and drink ice cold orange juice?
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:
1. teacher.
2. counsellor.
3. travel around helping people in third-world countries or something.. or maybe just a journalist?
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. VENICE! ROWROWROW YOUR BOAT..
2. THE MALDIVES! hahahah *dream on*
3. US
THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. muriel
2. muriel
3. muriel (bwahahahha)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. bring lots of people to Christ
2. make a difference
3. eat spuds and go to chocolate buffet(:
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. i am messy.
2. i don't wash my shoes
3. i'd rather wear jeans than a skirt(due to unglam sitting habits)
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. i'm easily affected by pple
2. i have er, longish hair?
3. i brush my teeth twice a day
THREE MALE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. not crush lah.. but i like EWAN MCGREGOR! esp in moulin rouge and big fish!
2. no more. ahhh what a pity.
3.
THREE FEMALE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. eww i'm straight!
2.
3.
koped this from april's site(: decided to do it coz i'm fairly bored..
PLEASE PRAY FOR ME!! MY FLUTE EXAM IS ON WEDNESDAY (7th sep) AND I AM DYING BECAUSE I CANNOT CONCENTRATE AT ALL WHILE PRACTICING OR WHILE DOING ANYTHING, FOR THAT MATTER, BECAUSE I HAVE DEVELOPED A BRAIN DEFECT OVER THE WEEKEND WHICH CAUSES MY AUTOMATIC PRIORITISING SYSTEM TO BECOME NON-EXISTANT (if it ever was even existant) AND I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT OTHER STUFF WHILE HALFWAY THROUGH E FLAT MINOR, HARMONIC, LEGATO-TONGUED, CAUSING THE SCALE TO SOUND LIKE SOME PREHISTORIC PENTATONIC THINGAMAJIG FROM AFRICA.
help. please?
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before i forget.. need to write these wonderful quotes of Mok Chuan-xin down. please note that they all happened in the span of half an hour, in Kenny Rodgers Suntec City.
"I AM CERTAIN OF MY ORIENTATION!"
"I HAVE NO MAMMARY GLANDS!"
"I DO NOT
LACTATE!"
and there were lots more, but my sister is chasing me off now. those were a few of the best. also there was:
"ACTUALLY, I CAN MOVE MY EARS... LIKE ALF."
madness.
MG Victorious dinner
crystal kelly me and cherly. dear cryskel. congratulations yeah(: hawhaww.
me, lizoo, ZHIWAY THE VIOLA VIRTUOSO and dee(:
me li sonyakoojelly and nic!
me nic and son. yesyes very seductive, dear.
me juu and annie. haha little juniors. so cute.
mel and me! CHRISTMAS COLOURS! hoho!
"CUT OFFFFFFFF!!!"
hahah now don't you think she looks like a shrimp? but its ok. i love dee(:
ok well. i'm so sorry the photos are translucent. fear not, there isn't a ghost/ghoul/animal in my camera nor is there one floating around in school, it's the template.
MY FLUTE EXAM IS IN 7 DAYS! oh, the horror! i want time! i NEED MORE TIME! give me time! pfft! i don't want to
fail. howhowhowhow! i mean, normally seven is my FAVOURITE NUMBER, but now i'm not so sure! AND TOMORROW IT'LL BE SIX! GAHHHH! and yes my piano exam is in 15 days. I'M SO STRESSED, MY COMPLEXION IS HORRIFIC! yes moving on, moving on.
at present, i am feeling fairly irritated one of my parents, and it's not just me, but my jie too. on the one hand, i feel like snapping at The Parent like a snapping turtle would, but yet i feel guilty. *shrugs* find tt the more i try to be patient with my parents, the more i try not to blurt out snide comments which are, at most times, swirling around inside my head, the more they try to control me. it's quite tiresome but what can i do? i find tt it's also rather rude to
throw away other people's things which you may consider rubbish, but IS IT SO WRONG TO BE A SENTIMENTAL PACK RAT?!?? I AM VERY SURPRISED THAT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I VALUE, FOR EXAMPLE, OLD NOTES AND SCORES AND STUFF. grrr. i'd rather you threw away, for instance, my maths textbook instead. and if you're by any chance reading this.. yes i do mean it. i don't like people digging around in my stuff.
if i wanted things digging around, i would buy a mole.
and AND. do you know how smelly my house is?! my gosh those fools keep burning joss paper downstairs and the FRAGRANT SCENT IS WAFTING THROUGH MY WINDOW. it's like HELLO HOW ON EARTH DO YOU SUPPOSE BITS OF PAPER WILL APPEASE HUNGRY GHOSTS? i would rather appease them with burnt marshmallows, at least they smell better. morons.
right i should stop moaning and groaning now. let me tell you something interesting.
my mother is watching her 14 year old self on TV, doing an umbrella dance for the national day parade. hahaha she used to tie 2 plaits. she's quite thrilled, yelling incessantly about how she ate kuay teow with bits of brown paper before her umbrella dance rehearsal.
umbrella dance. like in sec1. oh how i miss 1i, it was such a good class. ):