Last Words.
I should be doing my badminton journal...I should be reading through my ALS...
I should be studying physiology...
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I should be doing anything but THIS. I blame Shaunie Ang for posting this on his blog first.
This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS. Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you see these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random it is, just type it! Repost it for all of your (bored) friends.
Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this!
1. Beer: Tiger
2. Food: Smashed potatoes
3. Relationships: Rock
4. Your crush: Johnny Depp
5. Power Rangers: It's Morphine Time.
6. Life: Is Wonderful
7. The President: Of The United States
8. Yummy: Yummy yummy yummy I've got bugs in my tummy.
9. Cars: Mercedes McLaren F1 (???)
10. Movies: He's Just Not That Into You (????!!!)
11. Halloween: Vampires
12. Sex: Oh yeah...
13. Religion: No.
14. Hate: Never.
15. Fear: Bugs.
16. Marriage: When?
17. Blondes: Dumb
18. Slippers: Make you slip.
19. Shoes: Mondo.
20. Asians: Mata sepet.
21. Pass time: Read.
22. One night stand: NO.
23. My cell phone: Hangs.
24. Smoke: Eew.
25. Fantasy: Island.
26. College: NIE.
27. High school life: Bowling for Soup.
28. Pajamas: Big T-shirts.
29. Stars: Milky way.
30. Center: FIRE!
31. Alcohol: Drunk.
32. The word love: L is for the way you look at me...O is for the only one I see...V is very, very extraordinary...E is even more than anyone that you adore... :)
33. Friends: Phoebe (Buffay)
34. Money: *shrugs*
35. Heartache: Don't wanna go through that.
36. Time: After time.
37. Divorce: Sad.
38. Dogs: Border Collie.
39. Undies: Black lace thong. (????)
40. Parents: Together forever.
41. Babies: Make me smile.
42. Ex: Executive.
43. Song: "Let It Be"
44. Color: Rainbow.
45. Weddings: White.
46. Pizza: Sick.
47. Hangout: My gang. Where's my climbing gang?!?!
48. Rest: Now.
49. Goal: GOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLLLL!!!
50. Inspiration: Chicago.
My synapses aren't wired quite correctly now. I'm sleepy. Also, I think in pictures, not words. Hence the slightly confusing answers. Good night world.
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For the sake of it.
I can't believe I'm still awake.My sleep cycle is SO messed up.
I wish Bee was here to play with me...
Love is when you see their flaws...and still think they're perfect.
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Dreamtime.
I started out this post with a blow-by-blow account of what's been going on in my life...Then, I kinda realised that that's exactly the kind of unimaginative post I'll hate to read. So, I'm going to pick a topic at random and write a short story! Check out this story spinner (ICT lessons are useful. Whaddya know...)And the final verdict is...
Describe the secret wish of a devious flamingo who solves crimes.
Pink. Pink. More pink. To the left? Pink. To the right? A slightly less eye-smarting shade of salmon. But still pink. I had had enough. Why couldn't the Great Pink *again* One have created us in a more pleasing hue? Or at least given us individuality? Too many times I had mistaken my brother for my grandmother's cousin's son. Goodness knows how many divorces we've had, all claiming bigamy but really, most of them were mere cases of mistaken identity. The flock was contented though. Birds of a *pink* feather flock together and all that jazz...
Me? I wanted to stand up and stand out. A cut above the rest...although in reality, my resting leg was somewhat below average in length. I had to flamingo my neck a little to look for fellow flams in the flock. But my brain! AH! My one redeeming quality. I seemed to be less affected by the midday heat of steamy Jibajabajoo and I was always the first to figure out a way to get dinner for the flock, coaxing out the skittish squirming crustacean that withdrew at the speed of light into their mudholes at the bottom of our lake. I knew all about our mating and divorce rates because, well, yours truly was made the "lawyer" of the flock when I tempted a particularly obdurate and delectable shellfish to jump out of its hole for the brilliant, if I do say so myself, piece of bait that I crafted from feathers and an old boot.
Despite being pretty well-known in the flock circles, nobody has ever asked me what my favourite colour is. When you're a flamingo, it's taken for granted. But I'll tell you, my confidante, my favourite colour is the one of solitude. The colour of shadows, heavy metal and the deepest night. The classy colour of simplicity. BLACK. I know, I know. A flamingo has no business wanting to be black. I was the equivalent of a dyslexic Michael Jackson. It was like fish wanting to roller blade or Bush wanting to read a novel. It just wasn't going to happen. But I still dream. Of opposable thumbs and a can of spray paint.
This secret little wish of mine began when, one day, my brother (or was it sister? or my grandmother's cousin's son?) made a discovery that disrupted our peaceful, shellfish-eating ways.............
To be continued? Maybe. Do you wanna know what happens next?
I wonder if I could submit this in place of my ALS paper and plead for clemency.
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I R Loveded LOLCatz.
ARGH. I is getting into Boulderactive finals which iz taking place tooday and I is not bean going for trainings!!!Alright, I think I've reached my "grammatical atrocities" quota for one post. So...I'm in the finals after a horrendous qualifying round. O.o HELP. I'm unprepared. I'm aching. I'm exhausted (I know, this is my fault but still, I reserve the right to whine). GAH.
Anyway, it's still nice seeing all the climbing people again after quitting the scene for so long. Climbed with Uz and Khai and Sham and Jo and Uyanga on Wednesday. Good times, good times. When am I going to get a ride back again, brothers??? Sigh.
No matter. I shall concentrate on conquering the Evil Dreaded Abominable Lima Beans (read: Demons) of ALS, ICT and BIOMECHANICS. Coming from a person who has no background whatsoever in Physics and/or A-level Math, the Evil Dreaded Abominable Lima Bean of Biomechanics is truly a toughie to slay (boil?). Quelle horreur!
Enough of ranting. There will be a speed competition next Saturday at Climb Asia. If you would like to see the various minions of LKY pit themselves against each other on the wall, please come down. I'll be the reluctant-looking one in MOE team 2. I should ask for a raise.
Laugh and Be Happy. I spent a whole morning watching funny cats.
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Gone Fishing.
Tip of the week: When you're swamped with assignments, take a break.
| You are 67% Emo! |
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| You are pretty Emo. You like the music, styles and way of life but it doesn't really control your life. There is more to you than just another cute Emo face. |
| Sarah became the first overlord of the world. | |
| ... afterward, Sarah found 10 bucks under the couch. |
| - September 29 - | |
| You are very clever and knowledgeable. You are very calm and cool in social situations. You are kind and sympathetic to people, although you like to choose your friends carefully. |  |
Positive Traits: idealistic, creative, intuitive, analytic, people person | |
Negative Traits: lack of follow-through, pessimism, self-indulgent, unrealistic, impractical | |
| You are Spidergirl! |
| (Your alter-ego is Sarah) |
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| You have the ability to ... Eat everything in your path |
Sarah will have to write...
I will not lie about my multiple personalities
| Kindness |
| Kindness is most important in a boyfriend/girlfriend. You want someone who will go through everything with you - the best moments and the worst, and all of those other moments in between. You love to be able to say anything to your partner, and have them say anything to you. You are able to be extremely close with your partner for that reason. |
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Last one...
I am relatively de-stressed now. I shall go to bed and prepare myself for Kumar's killer training. Good night, World. Sleep well.
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If there's a camel up a hill...
It's a nice day today. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, I made a new friend who fell from my laundry and crawled around on my leg for a while...Life feels pretty good now.Of course, I'm trying not to think about the ALS research paper, the biomechanics lab reports, the upcoming physiology quiz, the snotfull ICT project.......................................................too late.
Ah, well. Carpe diem. Live in the moment. Live for the day. Hakuna Matata.
Here's something for laughs.
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Summary.
I watched an classic favourite of mine today: Sleeping Beauty.If only all obstacles that stood in the way of true love were as easy to slay and as tangible as dragons and thorns and glowing green witches who are just too petty for words.
On another completely unrelated note, Gravical has been happening these few days. Uh. I'm glad I managed to get into the finals but it's not really such a huge deal since I haven't been climbing and I'm not gonna be taking climbing seriously these next few years in NIE. Yeah. Nothing much to say there. Rain sucks worse than a breast pump.
My darling dear boyfriend BEE is coming back from reception-less Brunei in 10 hours time. Set the timer. Countdown. T-10hours. Roger that.
I'm starting to get the hang of "Nobody, nobody but you!". The dance is truly bootyliciously fun to do.
I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
Yet I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem.
But if I know you, and I know what you do,
you'll love me at once.
The way you did once upon a dream.
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Battle Worn.
Latest update:I am now down not just with a measly little sore throat. Oh no, the nefarious demons of junk food will be hung by their little horns if they let me get away with that. I've been struck by a nose that keeps running no matter how many times I catch it and a throat that screams bloody murder every time I swallow water. Well done, O fried ones. I'm so not gonna be able to focus on scaling Mt. Homework now.
Ah, yes, not to mention the wonderful weather we've been having. I haven't been warm since I woke up. NOT the best state to be in when you're having an all-out germ invasion.
Bee I miss you so badly. There's no one to hug me and love me and keep me nice and warm inside and out. Why couldn't they have invented a portable satellite tower, then at least I could hear your voice...
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There's Always a Screwdriver...
Recess weeks were slotted into the middle of semesters ostentatiously to give students a fighting chance against the suffocating, ever-growing tsunami of assignments (Gawd, I detest that word now).Well, guess what, I spent the week feeling guilty whenever I wasn't feverishly churning out 500wpm on Microsoft Word. That is not a wet blanket. That is a thousand yards of sail in a hurricane being shoved down your trachea.
So, to alleviate the nagging fingers of doubt, I bought and ate lots of junk. Result? I am coming down with a sore throat. To prevent myself from gnawing off my left leg in boredom, I downloaded and played lots of games. Result? My eyes hurt. But I'm a mean escape (-from-room) artist now. Plus, I made a little village grow up to be a big, thriving village *Check out Virtual Villagers*. That's about the only thing I achieved the whole week but hey, life is a precious, precious gift.
I really should sleep now. Good night, world. I'll see you again in 4-and-a-half hours.
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