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read my profile sign my guestbook  Name: andsantasgotowar Country: Singapore Metro: Singapore Expertise: talk much? Message: message me Member Since: 10/23/2006 |
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Don't miss me too muchI'm all packed and ready to rumble. The flight's tomorrow morning and I'm leaving on a jet plane at long last. ThespianKing's idea of saving luggage space:'OK. So everyone just needs to bring two outfits. You wear one and you pack one.' Because he is convinced that we will smash Thanksgiving sales with so many outfits, enough for twelve days. I had dental and facial today, a million things to do before flying off, and met Cass at Simpang to hang before we leave and chill in HK together. No, really, we're really going to be in HK together, Cass, Pat and I. The novelty is starting to rub off on me too, okay I'm starting to get psyched also about how cool meeting them in the motherland will be. My eyes kept glazing over when they went on about how psyched they were that we would all be there together but you know, the idea started growing on me. Like welcome to my homeland! Which if you want to get all technical with me, it really isn't, but whatevs I like to call it that so sue me. And I absolutely cant wait to be back! I'm really bouncing on like a meth high right now, not really for the US of A but the cantoland. Went about actually carrying out Post O's activities, Tas, Par, Nadia and I went for GMax yesterday and it was a helluva ride. It was both the Extreme Swing and the Bungee, and we were doing the whole thrillseeking/daredevil thing and did both. It was probably the most adrenaline pumping activity I did Post O's, and it was pretty bloody fun, terrifying, but real, pure unadulterated gut flipping fun. Then we chilled at Clarke Quay before heading over to Par's place to watch Rat Race which was hilarious, I cant believe I've never even heard of it before. Sunday, after service and class and being insulted a kabillion times by the ultra annoying NSman, I went to Ikea for lunch to meet Audrey, Waihong, BK and Elijah on the pretext of conducting net there, which we didnt, and ended up dishing. Then we trekked (I say trekked because we walked about five kilometres to get to the nearest bus stop and took two buses for transport) to eHub where we caught Body Of Lies. It was, I dont know about this because everyone else thought it was mindblowing and awesome and really affirmative adjectives to describe its plot and the likes, but I really thought it was mediocre, and kind of extremely ridiculous. Except for Hani who I thought was fabulous and delivered an ace performance, it was terribly trying too hard to portray the obnoxious, too fat and very very clumsy America with Russell Crowe, who is literally, a walking cliche. But you know, thats just me. Anyway, after, the horrible sensation of little venomous ants that inject guilt into every pore of your body started prickling over me and I felt like a terrible friend for bailing on Tessa and leaving her to cook by herself for eight and I brought her a tub of Cookie Dough which doesnt make up for anything I know, and I felt like sorry was the worst ever word invented to say when you really are sorry. And I hate hate hate the cliche 'It's the thought that counts' even more than I hate it when anyone says 'Once in a blue moon' or 'Practice makes perfect' because it just doesnt happen like that. And the thought just doesnt count. I was so angry at myself, but everyone was being really nice about it which made me feel worse but Cookie Dough made everything seem better, the temporary balm for everything, ice cream. Then we watched Notting Hill after Shoba and I were just talking about boys, school, and everything or anything that occupies the mind of a sixteen year old. Saturday, went for lunch and Edge with Tessa and saw Yisi, after ten months of Canberra, the girl hasnt changed a bit. Then dinner with Matthew where we scared him shitless. 'So, listen, the next time you go out and eat with her, you must look at her plate. If she finishes her food, it means she doesnt like you. If she doesnt, it means she's interested.' 'Then if she's really hungry? She'll finish her food what!' 'No matter how hungry she is, if she likes you, she'll leave some food behind. Trust me.' Ha. Ha. Ha. Good luck with that. Anyway, I got my new glasses, and I'm having a terrible time adjusting to them. Everything's so bright, and clear... and bright. And I'm convinced that the optician issued me with prescription a little too high than I require because everything just seems so clear and bright, and its just so darn bright I cant stand it, I feel like I should be living in semi darkness, unable to read the size 12 font verses Pastor flashes on the big screen. But everyone seems to look at me strangely and flash fingers, demanding to know how many bloody fingers they put up when I ask them if they see things big and bright, and try to sneakily inquire if their vision is as accurate as mine, or if mine's just too freakily bright. I cant find any other adjective to describe how my vision is like now, its just so bright, everything's so frickin bright and sharp, and bright. You get the picture. Shuyin♥ sezz Hahllo SanFrancisco! says: (10:26:01 PM) LOL you know my sis went to check sq movies!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA Shuyin♥ sezz Hahllo SanFrancisco! says: (10:26:08 PM) OMG I AM A FREAKING LUZZER OKAY (li) says: (10:26:53 PM) HAHAHAHAHHHAHAH WHAT FOR!!!!! (li) says: (10:27:02 PM) u guys are hilarious (li) says: (10:27:09 PM) i think she's more tribish than we are Shuyin♥ sezz Hahllo SanFrancisco! says: (10:27:51 PM) to see if the movies are good and if we need to bring extra entertainment, eg, the rubik's cube Shuyin♥ sezz Hahllo SanFrancisco! says: (10:27:56 PM) HAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA Shuyin♥ sezz Hahllo SanFrancisco! says: (10:28:01 PM) omg what luzzers right (li) says: (10:29:40 PM) affirmative (li) says: (10:29:50 PM) and THE RUBIKX CUBE!!! Shuyin♥ sezz Hahllo SanFrancisco! says: (10:30:03 PM) shuddup (li) says: (10:30:10 PM) omg that hardly serves as entertainment for anyone except the extremely perservering And that was my goodbye to deb. Love, S | |
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I'm a SuperwomanStill when I'm a messI still put on a vest With an S on my chest Yes I am | |
Fine. I update properly now.Here's to goodbye;Tomorrow's gonna come too soon 'Hey Liyin? Liyin. Liyin! C'mere. Ask me how I thought the musical was.' 'What?' 'ASK ME!' 'Uh. How was the musical?' 'I thought it was so bad, the singing sucked, the acting sucked, the dancing sucked and no, dont get me wrong I thought you were fabulous but I thought it was the worst production I've been to in my entire life and trust me, I've been to bad productions.' 'Huh. Great.' I never believed I would meet anyone ever for the rest of my existence who could have worse vocal skills than me (not that mine arent to boast of) but no, tonight, I met my match. Match would be an understatement, I could be singing next to them and seem like Elvis and them like Miley/Avril/Ashlee/Rihanna/[Insert name of hideously horrendous singer I banish from my eardrums(and iPod) EVER here] on crack. For real. And Match[es] would be appropriate in this context. The Cedar musical sucked furballs! And my standards are not even that high, I enjoyed HSM3. Yeah. Bad doesnt even begin to describe it, the dancers looked like they were paid to boxstep a kabillion times, the singers hit nothing lower than about a thousand decibels or you know, the equivalent of sonar communications and I am pretty sure dramaqueen and thespianking have productions far far better than last night's. It was painful doesnt even cover it. My ears, are bleeding notes that 'only dogs can hear' and my brain is rocking in its shell of the shock of the horrendous performance. Okay I exaggerate. Slightly. Anyhoo, I went to get new glasses made today, my current ones are in shit condition and I got my eyes tested and you know, the works. So I picked out my frames and stuff and being polite and friendly i.e. me, I engaged in casual conversation with the optician. 'So! What's my vision like now?' 'Hm. 975 on the right and 925 on the left' Oh. Ha. Ha. Ha. Like you joker, tell me my real degree now! Like WTF IS WRONG WITH YOUR BLOODY EYEMACHINEROBOTTHATBRUISESMYCHIN HUH?? Like I know my mother put you up to this, okay you got me, I was scared for a moment there, I will not read upsidedown or watch gossipgirl 20cm away from the screen ogling ChuckBass anymore, I am sorry eyegods for mistreating my eyes, forgive me. 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT????????????' And I shrieked a la the time Quantum of Solace ended and I felt cheated of my $10.50. Yeah, so thats that. Say hello to Blind As A Bat Shuyin, Blur goes synonymously with Shuyin now, no pun intended. Anyway, what I do after Os now ranges from bumming out at home the entire day to heading out first thing in the morning and coming home to crash headfirst into the bed. One night, I was online as usual and I felt the sudden urge to Skype and Cher wasnt online so I forced Kezz to Skype with me and hear me KaraokeParty Coldplay, Katy Perry and Abba till about three. Then I felt that burning sensation of anger in me light up at the thought of Quantum of Solace and I went to watch Casino Royale in a bid to extinguish it, to tell myself See? After you watch Casino Royale it's not that bad...You get it now after watching the first one (Okay I know I'm the only idiot around here who engages in conversations with myself, no one understands me!) and I finished only at about 530 in the morning and that was the last time I saw the clock before I fell asleep. I woke up at about one and spent the whole day in a MarcAnthony zombie like state and I was playing GuitarHero and RockBand incessantly to up my headbanging factor, I dont know why, but at the time I felt that headbanging was the only way to keep sleep at bay. I caught Madagascar2 that day and it was, entertaining. Talking animals, yeah you know how it gets. Thats the only smiley adjective I can use to describe it, dont push it. I bought purple tights the other day out and I regretted it almost (I say almost because I think its cliched to say instantly and you cant regret instantly, the high of purchasing things doesnt disappear in a nanosecond) instantly, like what was I thinking?? Purple tights?? Really?? Like when are you ever going to wear them, like to a freakshow maybe?? I dont know, I thought it was a good idea when purple tights seemed like channeling a rebel Blair. Like rebel and Blair even go together. Okay this is weird, I am engaging conversation with myself via the entry. Moving on, I'm currently listening to Mamma Mia! The Soundtrack on loop and I want to desperately be in Mamma Mia now. Very very very desperately. I know all the lyrics to all the songs and even the tune(!!!) and so if you, reading this, are a hotshot Broadway Mamma Mia producer, you will not regret if you enlist me in your production. I will be punctual to all the rehearsals and I swear I will not be a diva or pull anything like a Bihan or a JLo on you! It will be the best decision you've ever made, I swear. I dont want to update about Prom, it was mediocre like, I would've raved if it was a blast or have slit my throat if was shitty but it was neither, and I didnt exactly have the time of my life so, chew on that. The night before that was insane, Dramaqueen did another production and turned everything about her, 'How could you do this to me??' Oh, screw you. I was pissed like the time I wanted to sell all her LV pissed. Anyway, we gave Faith a helluva surprise! Just so you know, its 217AM now and Dramaqueen just called from the other room to berate me for singing Dancing Queen at the top of my lungs. 'SHUT UP, SHUYIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' Yeah mommy, I love you too. Apparently, my vocals are not very welcome by my family members, I wonder why? The night I was introduced to KaraokeParty, Kudos to Jordan, I sang till about 3 in the morning until Liyin woke up and yelled at me to shut up. Then I tried whispering Better In Time but she still managed to hear me. 'YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH???? SHUT UP!!!!!!' Okay fine, I'll shut up. Then I leaned into her ear and whispered the last chorus of Better In Time and ducked for cover immediately in case she decided to suckerpunch me. Which isn't very pretty, if you've met Liyin before, then you know. GossipGirl is being such a bitch now, I hate it! 90210 is tons better. I'm leaving next wednesday for San Francisco and HongKong as usual and I'll be back on the 7th. I'll be leaving on the 8th for YouthCamp and I'll be back on the 11th. So see you then! Did I mention? I cant wait for HongKong, I miss everything and everyone so much.     Love S | |||
Thursday, November 13, 2008
O is for OverI’m not lovin’ youThe way I wanted to I’ve been no one new I got no one new Kanye is the man now, he is the current earworm/bug and I'm lovin it.  "I FINISH!!" No more cram sessions at *$ or the airport or waking up at six in the morning or wearing the disastrous uniform ever. Its quite surreal, it just hasnt really sunk in yet, the whole bumming around with nothing to do feeling hasnt come over me yet. I've been so busy the past few months, and the past week especially, even with everything over, its like I get home exhausted from shopping or having a paper, sleep, then get up the next morning to head out again. The night I finished was probably the best night I had in a few months, I blasted Mamma Mia the soundtrack, soaked in Lush Bubble Bath Bombs and read Teen Vogue cover to cover without anyone bugging me to get my ass out of the toilet. Mani&Pedi&Haircut with Pat already, I'm heading out to get waxed and threaded and shaped and every single stray hair tweezed clean soon. I dont feel like writing, this is a shit post, and I actually wanted to write alot but I'm not feeling like it right now. I feel conflicted and distressed and confused and disgruntled and whiny and I'm having the tummy flippy feeling towards Kanye&Finger11 (No, I'm not feeling horny) when I listen to Heartless, Love Lockdown and I'll Keep Your Memory Vague and I need to stop being a damper on everyone. I want to roar at something. Love S Only god knows If I’ll be with you Baby I’m confused You choose, you choose | |
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
| 'The Garden Club is rooting for you' 'I'm Jimmie 'The Rocket' Zara' 'Jimmie The Rocket? What are you, some sort of Muppet gangster?' I should be: In bed On crack In denial Believing In Hong Kong Studying Leaving on a jet plane Running away On track Kidding With Chuck Bass Anywhere but here 'I'd love to give you a ride' 'I'm sure you would. Too bad you made the terms of that arrangement impossible.' - 'I have an itch only Chuck can scratch and he won't oblige unless I tell him I love him' 'You need help getting Chuck to sleep with you? Really?' - 'The roof?' 'Well, this way if he doesn't say it back then I can just, jump. Then he'll be really sorry.' 'No! Don't do it, B. You don't want your orbit to say you died in Brooklyn.' Immortal words of Blair Waldorf 'So, are you my bitch or what?' Agnes/Willa Holland Love Shuyin | |
