oh, cause you won't listen

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

♥ Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Since my migraine sucks, I've got something to keep it cool.

How is it that HSM manages to sooth my headache is beyond me.

Monday, July 30, 2007

♥ Monday, July 30, 2007

I am watching Leroy and Stitch, and crying.
It's stupid, right? Lilo and Stitch always makes me cry.
It's at the part where Lilo finally decides to let Stitch go to the place where he'll be happy.
I don't know about you, but I think she's the bravest woman I've ever seen.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

♥ Sunday, July 29, 2007

Sigh, the perils of Sunday nights.
So dangerously tempting, yet seemingly so safe.
I'm not even blogging with a purpose in mind right now; it's more of a I love to blog kind of motivation.
And my computer is lagging horribly.
My mood swings are back. Which is not very good, really.
I suddenly feel like I've lost a lot of things, too many things, too important things, and I can't seem to gain them back. I don't know if it's my fault, but I'm still trying to look for it. Does anyone else feel it?
No, I don't think so.
A lot of things have been going on recently, and I guess I'm still trying to find a place where I can fit in, and snuggle like a little puppy in the comfort of it all. You know, a sanctuary (someone is familiar with this, huh?) where at least things could be simpler? That kind of thing. I don't know if I'm right, but I think I've found it.
The place is in friends. The people that I've chosen to speak to today, or laughed with, or anything at all. My lovely bucket and tall table and tap and sara and mon and eleanor and fran and kris. And more.
I think I should learn to treasure these people instead of how I need them all the time. I need to learn how to live by myself for myself, huh?
I know I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I hope it really pays off at the end of it all - whether I learn something, gain something, or lose something, or stay the same, I hope at least I myself have helped me through the largest part of it, because to live is to stand on one's own feet.

Why does it take the darkest of all moments to start thinking?
Funny, right?

♥ Sunday, July 29, 2007

I found a really old video of the boyband, N'Sync? I doubt anyone still remembers them, but it brings solace anyway, so here it is:

When the visions around you
Bring tears to your eyes
And all that surrounds you
Are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope
Keeping your faith when it's gone
The one you should call
Was standing here all alone

And I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
Til' the day my life is through
This I promise you
This I promise you

I've loved you forever
And lifetimes before
And I promise you never
Will you hurt anymore
I give you my word
I give you my heart
This is a battle we've won
And with this vow
Forever has now begun

Just close your eyes each loving day
And know this feeling won't go away
Til' the day my life is through
This I promise you
This I promise you

Over and over I fall
When I hear you call
Without you in my life, baby
I just wouldn't be living at all

And I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
Til' the day my life is through
This I promise you, babe

Just close your eyes each loving day
And know this feeling won't go away
Every word I say is true
This I promise you

Every word I say is true
This I promise you
Ooh, I promise you

I know. I know.
Cheesy, old fashioned, gay, whatever you call it. But I think it's really sweet.
An alternative to Big Girls Don't Cry, my dear tall table.

Sigh. Why does youtube have to ~~exist~~ be so addictive? It takes my mind off homework, you know, and apparently I have a lot of homework. Which is a bad thing.
Plus, I am into the whole boyband thing all over again. Westlife, Backstreet Boys, Mcfly, Nsync, Boyzone - oh no! My mom is going to go bankrupt.

Yes I shall go ~~back to youtube!~~ do homework (:

Thursday, July 26, 2007

♥ Thursday, July 26, 2007

This is something from Kathy's blog:
1. Apples are covered with a thin layer of Jessica.
2. Jessica can remain conscious for fifteen to twenty seconds after being decapitated!
3. The Church of Scientology was founded in 1953, at Washington D.C., by Jessica.
4. Plato believed that the souls of melancholy people would be reincarnated into Jessica!
5. Grapes explode if you put them inside Jessica.
6. Jessica has three eyelids.
7. About one tenth of Jessica is permanently covered in ice.
8. Jessica Juwono will become gaseous if her temperature rises above -42°C!
9. In the kingdom of Bhutan, all citizens officially become Jessica Juwono on New Year's Day.
10. A lump of Jessica the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court!

And others:

1) Kevin is actually a vegetable, not a fruit!
2) Bees visit over three million flowers to make a single kilogram of kevin.
3) Research indicates that kevin will be attracted to people who have recently eaten bananas.
4) Oranges, lemons, watermelons, pineapples and kevin are all berries.
5) Kevin is the only metal that is liquid at room temperature.
6) To check whether kevin is safe to eat, drop her in a bowl of water; rotten kevin will sink, and fresh kevin will float.
7) Kevin is the world's tallest woman.
8) Kevinolatry is the mindless worship of kevin!
9) Owls cannot move their eyes, because their eyeballs are shaped like kevin.
10) A sixteenth century mathematician lost his nose in a duel over his love for kevin, and wore a silver replacement for the rest of his life.

1. In a pinch, the skin from a shark can be used as Sara.
2.If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn into Sara!
3.Sara is 984 feet tall.
4.Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than Sara!
5.It takes a lobster approximately 7 years to grow to be Sara!
6.Sara is the oldest playable musical instrument in the world.
7.Sara was banned from Finland because of not wearing pants!
8.American Airlines saved forty thousand dollars a year by eliminating Sara from each salad served in first class!
9.The Asteroid Belt between Mars and Jupiter is made entirely of Sara.
10.Baby swans are called Sara.

Fransisca can taste with her feet!
All swans in England belong to fransisca.
In 1982 Time Magazine named fransisca its 'Man of the Year'.
In Chinese, the sound 'fransisca' means 'bite the wax tadpole'.
You share your birthday with fransisca.
The Aztec Indians of Mexico believed fransisca would protect them from physical harm, and so warriors used her to decorate their battle shields.
The National Heart Foundation recommends eating fransisca at least three times a week!
Fransisca can be very poisonous if injected intravenously.
Czar Paul I banished fransisca to Siberia for marching out of step.
The original nineteenth-century Coca-Cola formula contained fransisca.

April can taste with her feet.
In Chinese, the sound 'april' means 'bite the wax tadpole'.
Tradition allows women to propose to april only during leap years.
In Japan, april can only be prepared by chefs specially trained and certified by the government.
It takes forty minutes to hard-boil april!
More people are killed by april each year than die in aeroplane accidents.
The difference between april and a village is that april does not have a church.
Some hotels in Las Vegas have april floating in their swimming pools.
April is actually a vegetable, not a fruit.
April can grow up to three feet in a 24 hour period.

Four-fifths of the surface of priscilla is covered in water.
American Airlines saved forty thousand dollars a year by eliminating priscilla from each salad served in first class!
During the reign of Peter the Great, any Russian nobleman who chose to wear priscilla had to pay a special priscilla tax!
Priscilla will always turn right when leaving a cave.
Priscilla is the only metal that is liquid at room temperature.
If you lace priscilla from the inside to the outside, the fit will be snugger around your big toe.
During World War II, Americans tried to train priscilla to drop bombs!
Priscilla can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid.
Priscilla is the oldest playable musical instrument in the world.
If you blow out all the candles on priscilla with one breath, your wish will come true!

Over 46,000 pieces of rachel float on every square mile of ocean!
There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of rachel orbiting the Earth.
There are more than two hundred different kinds of rachel!
The word 'samba' means 'to rub rachel'.
The only Englishman to become rachel was Nicholas Breakspear, who was rachel from 1154 to 1159.
Peanuts and rachel are beans.
Native Americans never actually ate rachel; killing such a timid prey was thought to indicate laziness!
There are 336 dimples on rachel.
While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes dressed up as rachel.
Women shoplift four times more frequently than rachel.

Devoid of her cells and proteins, kristalynn has the same chemical makeup as sea water!
Kristalynn invented the wheel in the fourth millennium BC.
Kristalynnolatry is the mindless worship of kristalynn.
Kristalynn will often glow under UV light.
Owls cannot move their eyes, because their eyeballs are shaped like kristalynn.
It's bad luck to whistle near kristalynn!
There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of kristalynn orbiting the Earth.
In 1982 Time Magazine named kristalynn its 'Man of the Year'.
Kristalynn is the traditional gift for a couple on their third wedding anniversary.
A cluster of bananas is called a hand and consists of 10 to 20 bananas, which are individually known as kristalynn!

About 100 people choke to death on daniel each year!
The state nickname of Iowa is 'The daniel state'.
Britain's Millennium Dome is more than double the size of daniel.
A lump of daniel the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court.
There are six towns named daniel in the United States.
Until the 1960s, daniel was not allowed to enter Disneyland!
Never store daniel at room temperature!
An average beaver can cut down daniel every year!
Daniel cannot burp - there is no gravity to separate liquid from gas in his stomach.
Only 55 percent of Americans know that the sun is made of Daniel.

The porpoise is second to lucy as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
Dolphins sleep at night just below the surface of lucy, and frequently rise to the surface for air.
There are six towns named lucy in the United States.
The original nineteenth-century Coca-Cola formula contained lucy.
Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than lucy.
Scientists believe that lucy began billions of years ago as an enormous ball of dust and gas!
Lucy can be very poisonous if injected intravenously.
The pharoahs of ancient Egypt wore garments made with thin threads of beaten lucy!
According to the story, Pinocchio was made of lucy!
The international dialling code for lucy is 672.

WHAHAHA FUNNY. Done.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

♥ Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no everything's coming back to me. I'm back to square one.
Being in square one sucks.
Everytime I wish for something, what I get, in the end, is disappointment. So it makes me think what I'm doing with myself.
So I shouldn't hope/wish. Cause without hopes/wishes I don't need to expect anything, and probably that's the way they say life should be.

No I'm not even coherent. I think this sucks. I want to move.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

♥ Sunday, July 22, 2007

I'm really scared, I've resorted to hiding in my room.
I want to keep the noise away, I want to hide.
I've even written an emo chinese essay. I know, I know. Which just explains my point that my mind is not functioning normally. I'm just frightened. I have to relax. Tonight's been a dreadful night.

♥ Sunday, July 22, 2007

HELLO.
WHOEVER NEEDS CIP HOURS CONTACT ME NOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
<3 JESSICA.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

♥ Thursday, July 19, 2007

Since tomorrow is RHD, and I have no class, I shall give you all a little treat.
From my latest craze-quote, Nancy Drew;

Here's the deal. You try to take in your deepest breath and say it like she does at 1:56.
Can you tell when a girl looks at you and is thinking how much she likes you and is wondering if you like her and thinking how important it is for you to say how you feel before she says anything more about how she feels about you (or anyone else they might be jealous of because she's already said how she feels how she's said in her own way?)
The bracketed ones are not in the trailer, they're in the movie.

Okay. So I finally can. I am halfway through Mediator. I know. I know. But considering you're talking about books here, I need some free time on my hands.

I have to go. Maybe later.

♥ Thursday, July 19, 2007

Since tomorrow is RHD, and I have no class, I shall give you all a little treat.
From my latest craze-quote, Nancy Drew;

heh.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

♥ Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The internet is driving me crazy.
Ms Wong is driving me bonkers.
I am insane with jealousy at the sight of my mom relaxed on the couch watching Channel 55 while I cram physics and math and bloody everything.

The Wednesdays:

1) Every Wednesday, Yingting drags me to United Square in a taxi to wait for her until her tuition starts at 4.30. Normally, I muse at this. But today, when I have no money, going to United Square doesn't seem like a good idea. So we ate pastamania where she FINALLY changed her menu from pomodoro (imagine tomato saucey curly pasta with no protein but carbo) to creamy chicken! This is very reassuring, what with my phobia/trauma with tomatoes, anything related to tomato freaks the shit out of me. And yes, at least chicken has PROTEINS.

2) Have I mentioned a million times how much I hate homework? The reason is not because i just dont like like homework, it's because there's too much to like. I seriously think homework should be abolished. I don't think it lets us have a life besides grades, and my school claims that 'grades are not everything'. This clearly is juxtaposition. They are using contrasting images to present the irony in the universal truth of school. See? I love lit.

3) I have horrible muscle aches. It's the whole of my legs and hands and darn badminton. Next time, please Ms Ong can we stretch first before we run four rounds around the hall? Plus, the hall is pathetic. We run around in circles. And clearly, Tngy is not paying attention to this fact. Tomorrow I am supposed to play badminton with her at her house. I already took a nap in the afternoon for two hours, and I am still sleepy. Bloody PE.

Okay just three for wednesday. I have to do Ms Wong's graphs and all of the stuff Ms Long finished with me a gazillion years ago. It drives me crazy.

mr.table

Sunday, July 15, 2007

♥ Sunday, July 15, 2007

I have an old, old friend. I call him my table.
Yes, mrtable is a guy. Sometimes, I don't know how we can even click, on account that I can't really tell guys about stuff like pms, or anything like that; or if they ask why I'm being so cranky, I can't tell them why. Mrtable and I have been in the same class since primary two. That was when our teacher was a muddled old man named Mr Lee, who thanked my mom when she told him that i would have to skip school for two days (in other words, he is weird, but that is not my point).
I know a lot of things about Mrtable. I know that his favourite number is 4; he loves animals (dogs, horses, etc); he'd name his kids kevin and amelia; his phone number is 92204371; his cca, his (FULL) name, his blog url, his family. I know that he lost phones, not one but two; I know that he loves hsm; I know that he prefers Ashley Tisdale to Vanessa Hudgens (which I vehemently discouraged); that he likes Fergie and totally adores live earth. And other stuff.
And no, I did not check my phone for the number.
Mrtable knows a lot of things about me too. Maybe not my favourite number, but other things. I don't know if I understand him, but he does understand me.
Mrtable and I have been close since primary five. Once, he smsed at three in the morning and my mom got irritated and used my phone to sms him to tell him to please don't disturb us so late. I got a scolding the next day, but to us 3am is perfectly okay.
Mrtable is funny. He constantly amuses me with stuff like telling the whole world about the whole Harry Potter movie when he says he's not going to give spoilers. He makes me laugh when he goes diao when I say something lame (which I don't think is lame, but anyway). He gets me addicted to MSN til 4.30 in the morning on Sundays.
And me? I name him after floor tiles (this was the original plan) and tables (final) and I blog about him at this time to the night while having moles of overdue work to complete.
Damn you Mrtable you are making my chinese teacher hate me.
Kidding.
Once Mrtable and I made this pledge of the anti-chinese-organisation. We both hate chinese, since we're not Singaporeans. The pledge was funny, but I don't remember it anymore. We got highly amused. That was when we were primary six.
Sec one came and we went to different schools. We didn't really keep in touch much until recently. He helped me through some things I couldn't tell anyone else. He lived through the burden and he helped carry a bit of it, too.
But I didn't help him in any way, and that's the thing I regret most.
I hope Mrtable can count on me like how I count on him, too.
Go Mrtable!

I have to blog. I am nearing 240. This is pure joy. I am exhilirated.
I desperately need to watch Harry Potter! I think it's going to be cute. I haven't published a proper post in ages.
Anyway, the Sunday Five;

1) My cousins are in town. One has the same name has Mrtable, and the other is bloody cute. I am obsessing about kids and haven't stopped carrying them and sending them flying in the air while they scream and laugh and fly. Recently I've even been staring at babies in prams in shopping malls until their moms stare back at me like I'm some psycho dude who want to kidnap their little darlings.

2) I am addicted to ... sausages. I know! There is something seriously wrong with me. I've been eating sausages every day for the past week at least for breakfast. Also my maid apparently loves to put so much food for breakfast, I have to drink FOUR glasses of drinks, one is some juice, one is milo, one is vitamin c and the other is water. And then there are the sausages. And the other sausages. And the hashbrowns. Yikes. Not very good oil.

3) I cannot let go of my phone. I'm becoming neurotic. My phone is like, my .... bodyguard. I cannot spend one waking moment without my red E65. It's like, I bring it EVERYWHERE. The bathroom, the gym, the swimming pool. It drives my family crazy. I'm really turning neurotic.

4) So my dad is buying ANOTHER car for the shop. This time, it's between a minibus and an open truck. He made me see the pictures online and read the stuff they have and I did a twenty minute pros and cons thing, and then I told him the minibus would be better cause if it rained, the goods would get wet on the open truck, blah blah. And I listed the advantages if he were to buy the minibus. I thought that was done. So after five minutes, he announces that he's buying the open - I am not kidding - truck. The open truck. He says it doesn't rain that much over there which is not very true, and I'm like whatever. So much for my twenty minutes.

5) Thanks to Lucy Chen Ruoxi I have been readdicted to caffeine. I have to drink at least one mocha, regular, iceblend, w/o whipped cream, with cinnamon thingies once every two days. On weekends, I buy the bottled ones from 7-11 to drink at home. This addiction is partly sponsored by the new Starbucks cafe at great world and partly by my uncle and aunt who are coffee lovers. It's driving me crazy. Now, it wouldn't be os bad if it at least kept me awake, but apparently, NO, I just drink it and then there's no difference and I'm more tired. Damn caffeine.

Yeah, that's all. I have to do RS (I always say this anyway so don't count on it) so adios!

<3 MSFRIDGE.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

♥ Saturday, July 14, 2007

I can't help but feel a little shot.
Right there, in the middle of what makes me me.
There, to illustrate my point. I'm sorry to all slow internets, my point is somewhere at the back, around minute 9 plus;

Where everybody's parents come to take his friends home, and Bambi is left there, all alone, dreaming about his mother.
Besides that, Thumper and Flower are FREAKING cute.

THUMPER: You big momma's boy! Why don't you run home to your momma, you big old momma's boy?!
THUMPER'S MOM: Thumper!!!
THUMPER: *oops* Coming momma! Gotta go, see ya Bambi.

It's cute, really. It's cute. You have to see Bambi 2.
I know my recent posts have been short and all, I just either don't have energy or time or stuff to write.
I'm still addicted to Big Girls Don't Cry, which has officially broken my record.
Okay, I'm going. Sleep is essential.

<3

Friday, July 13, 2007

♥ Friday, July 13, 2007

I just watched Bambi 2 and, of course, fell in love with it all over again.
I've watched it twice by now, and after twice I've done an analysis (PURELY in the mind, things that suddenly strike me. I did not write a lit essay and shall spare you the agony too) of the very smart plot. I mean, every minute in the show is just so... rich. You can get what their getting at, and you suddenly want to be bambi.
Bambi two is the love!
I am going to be very random.
I find it amusing when the O2 skin advert with Tank singing zhuan shu tian shi. I think it's super funny.
And then there are stuff like lactose doses and yucky pills. I suffered from like, constant sweating and stomach upsets and fainted/died/slept for like, 4 hours!? Yeah so that's it for the day.
OH YES LIT WAS HARD. Lit was BLOODY hard. I am deadddddddd. Actually it wasn't hard. I'm just dumb.
Hmm let's see what else. I'm watching the ten oclock show on channel 55. I think it's cute. Okay. I'm going I'm going.

Monday, July 09, 2007

♥ Monday, July 09, 2007

Is it about me?
Or rather, has it ever been about me, at all?
I could have everything to suicide about, but it's not me. This time, it's not about me.
It's about one of the closest people who've seen me grown up. It's about my non-existent sister, whom she's been filling in for all along, for all these years we have come to seek comfort in each other, though so far away; yet we are as close as bonds could bring us together, as friends, as sisters, as guardians.
She will always, and forever, be a part of me.
You're my guardian angel, Monica.

♥ Monday, July 09, 2007

My Sister's Keeper is a really good book. I have not been able to put this wonder down.
A lot is going through my brain right now, and decisions are but stupid ones to make.
I think I am immature.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

♥ Sunday, July 08, 2007

No, you don't know.
And I don't know either.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

♥ Saturday, July 07, 2007

Do you know how much it hurts?
Leaving halfway through something I've worked so hard for, or not even making an effort to go.
Not having someone to bring me home, to support the things I'm trying to do.
I'm losing my way, and no one's there to bring me back.
I have to stop talking about it.
I want to run away.
Nobody's home.

Friday, July 06, 2007

♥ Friday, July 06, 2007

Okay, so I don't really like Fergie. But this, is good stuff;

There. Milo Ventimiglia sporting tattoos and Fergie in pajamas. But the songs, though, is good. Very good.

Tomorrow is RGE and ringers combined concert. I am trying to sell tickets but no one wants to go. Very sad indeed. We prac so hard for what, ten people to come and watch us? I think not.
I'm very tired. Tomorrow's schedule is TWELVE HOURS so I have to go to bed like now. Goodnight, everybody. I'll tell you more on Sunday or tomorrow, in whatever way I feel fit enough ):

I'm very very exhausted. Where is the school's Student Welfare Committee? They have to sack all of them. What kind of staff do you have?

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

♥ Wednesday, July 04, 2007

I AM SO TRAUMATISED. I AM TRAUMATISED UNTIL I CANNOT BE TRAUMATISED ANYMORE.
I am still shaking all over and DAMN THAT GUY. Now I can't even concentrate on my failing physics and tomorrow is my test and I have to study!
Oh my god no I don't want to say it here, but I am traumatised!
TRAUMATISED I TELL YOU.

random!

Monday, July 02, 2007

♥ Monday, July 02, 2007

I'm currently talking to Daniel on msn.
I find it addicting and am not going to sleep tonight. Hoho.
Stupid nostalgia is setting in. I don't like it. Mood swings hurt.
I'm writing short sentences. it doesn't mean well.
And monica! come on honey work with me!
Actually I'm already sleepy but reminiscing and pouring my heart out to an old - VERY OLD - friend is very soothing.
I like.
Damn my eyes are drooping and my gastric is killing. Wake up jessica!
Right now me and daniel are fighting over something really lame which is just plain stupid but fun.
I like.
OKAY it's getting kinda stupid. daniel stop. nah uh! nah uh!
done. hahahaha im like a psycho talking to myself i'm going crazy already. i shall sleep in a while goodbye now!