/. the thirteenth stone to the heart

goodnight and go

2006-05-12T23:10:00.000-07:00

dear friends,

in light of the current circumstances, i feel it would be best if i left. maybe not forever, but certainly for a while at least.
don't worry for me, its just that i need the time to set my affairs in order and clean the traces i've left in my wake. maybe its about time i took a break from all this and turn my attention to the things that really matter.
but as i said, don't worry for me, it's just time that i need. it's nothing personal. also, it's high time i got started on my art journal and this is just distracting me from what i really have to do.

so until we meet again, i hope the world will keep you safe.

with love,
gill

xoxo
_____________________

i want to live where soul meets body
and let the sun wrap its arms around me
and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
and feel, feel what its like to be new

cause in my head there's a greyhound station
where i send my thoughts to far off destinations
so they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here

i cannot guess what we'll discover
we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
but i know our filthy hands can wash one another's
and not one speck will remain

i do believe it's true
that there are roads left in both our shoes
if the silence takes you
then i hope it takes me too
so brown eyes i hold you near
cause you're the only song i want to hear
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

where soul meets body
where soul meets body
where soul meets body

i do believe it's true
that there are roads left in both of our shoes
if the silence takes you
then i hope it takes me too
so brown eyes i hold you near
cause you're the only song I want to hear
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

from the study files of gillian dweebus

2006-05-11T06:56:00.000-07:00

Study Plan Friday May 12 2006 - Saturday May 13 2006 Agenda A

1) finish reading bertrand russell's chapters on cartesian doubt, tripartite theory of knowledge, skepticism and first meditations (i swear that book's my almost bible!)
2) figure out what polar/non-polar substances are
3) find out what delta minus means
4) learn how to prounounce bovine spongiform encephalopathy and creutzfeldt-jakob disease
5) heat capacity!
6) get help for physics omg omg!!!!!!!!!!!
7) get a copy of the biology textbook in all editions (i have to be a nerd after all, better start acting like one!)
8) find out what electrostatic forces are
9) pack bag (the early bird gets the worm!)
10) buy 30 cm ruler in case of emergencies
11) buy four collar pins (one for each day) in case i forget and they don't let me into the exam hall
12) stop cracking toe knuckles
13) stop brushing teeth excessively (i've brushed about seven times today already!) and use time to memorize formulas instead
14) sharpen pencils (in case of oas/graph sketching/diagrams!)

and

15) empty sharpener

did you know that the specific latent heat fusion of ice at 0 degrees celsius is 334 kJ/Kg?

whee! at this rate, total world domination here i come.

(you can tell i'm kidding right)

bonnie taylor shakedown

2006-05-10T15:16:00.000-07:00

a very enlightening conversation:

mother (upon seeing super neat super small handwriting on bio notes): OMG! eh why're you so anal!
gill: because i have a butt (smiles triumphantly at own wit)
mother (recovering fast): yes, and its big. oh, where's the sun gone.

wah lao eh.

the closest thing

2006-05-09T21:20:00.000-07:00

know that nothing stays the same.

run my day late friend, keeper of my days.

courage

2006-05-08T18:26:00.000-07:00

you know what's sad?

what's sad is when you spend seven hours of your weekend deciphering your math and the math paper still reads like martian to you.

more milk, Yvette

2006-05-07T17:08:00.000-07:00

i just discovered that (omg) the exams are rolling around the bend again.

ok, so here's the general plan.

To-Do List:

1) study math until i can rectite the laws of logarithms, polynomial functions and coordinate geometry in my sleep
2) find some way to scrape a pass in chinese, even if it means stealing a seat behind a china scholar and oops, accidentally seeing that the answer to question 2 is option b (ok, i'm kidding)
3) try to comprehend two terms worth of physics! (newton is my best friend, newton is my best friend)
4) find chem tutor: heat capacity topic is still a little shaky
5) clean room - must be able to see floor under piles of dirty laundry, dirty cups and bowls, earrings, bags, shoes, paint, books, papers etc etc for a condusive study environment
6) find all chem/bio/physics/math/man and ideas notes and organise into neat folders for easy access (alternative: borrow from classmate, invest in a industrial photocopier and photocopy the whole damn thing)
7) stock up on milo bars, honey stars, green tea soya bean (i'm a sucker for that!) snickers, wang wang etc etc for energy booster purposes (heheh)
8) must get A+ for ih project even if eyes bleed in process
9) must achieve full 2.0 modular credit for art - put in more effort!
10) finish lino cut!!
11) charge ipod - enhances relaxation
12) curb addiction to starbucks for more effective sleep cycles (tip contributed by poot, though author fully disagrees)
13) compose a list of comprhensive study tips from studious/scholarly people (learn from the masters, gill!)
14) must pin up exam schedule, along with study tips and quotes on wall, or get a corkboard (eh, don't laugh! i heard it works ok!)

and

15) must. abandon. internet. connection.

that being said, i need to find a new title for myself. which one sounds better?
1) gill the mugger
2) gillian dweebus
3) nerdface gill
4) gill - geek extrodinaire

i think option 2 is best, but don't hesitate to leave behind your opinion in my tagboard or whatever!

Your Voice Counts in this Battle Against Slackitude!

ok, off to study like teacher's pet that i am. when i die, i'm going to go to good girl heaven! :]

saving jane

2006-05-06T22:51:00.000-07:00

grahhahahhaha today my rocking ih group came over to do our rocking ih project. it was so frickin funny, i laughed till i nearly peed in my pants heheh.

we have decided that mud is the dumbest thing alive, look at this:

mud: "eh do you get any heavenly bodies around your neighbourhood?"
gill: "well my neighbours are really pretty"
mud: "no la, i meant ghosts!"

hahahahahhahahahahahaah omg.

oh oh, here's another really really really funny statement that made me laugh until i died:

satsuma: "oh oh oh! i know, next time someone bombs us, we can go SEX BOMB SEX BOMB, YOU ARE MY SEX BOMB! hahahahahhahaha" (insert rocking hand gestures)
gill -laughs til whole lecture theatre table is full of spit

we were playing that bomb game see, that "blahblah bomb blahblah bomb, blahblah bomb to Someone bomb" game. so super funny whahahhahahahaa.

ok i'm going to eat skippy peanut butter on apple slices now!

byebye :]

sh-sh-shaking

2006-05-02T20:37:00.000-07:00

hello! :]

somethings i realised today:
1) eh i'm not very good with words you know ("hello! do you want to buy earrings from our class!")
2) i don't like it when people talk in big big words that i don't understand!
3) I WANT TO DO MY CRITICAL APPRECIATION TEST!
4) jo, don't quitttttttttttttttttttt ):

and

5) 400m is a very funny distance to run >:(

eeyerrrr, tomorrow's the 400m heats! grahhhh, how how how? >:(

chant with me now: must not come in last, must not come in last.

eh captain muhammad, don't worry i'd rather run until i die then stop because i'm dying, yes yes.

sibeh on right :]

(did you realise the excessive use of smiley/frown faces in this one entry!)

kaleidescope eyes

2006-04-30T18:59:00.000-07:00

wahahahahah i just found another hilarious gay blog! nothing on bryanboy of course but eh heheheh at least it's home grown!

"i'll be wif u forever! tell u liao lo.. must wait the sun die.. moon become triangle.. and the stars taste lyk strawberry ice blended + coco palm + grape jelly then i wun luv u mar! u now look outside.. the sun still there wat (if daytime lar) and the moon is round round de or oval (at nite time)... so dun worry okay? if one day the sky no more sun.. the moon become triangle.. i bring u take rocket go taste stars de! i make sure the stars will taste lyk rockmelon de okayzz! =) muacks~ wo ai ni yi sheng yi shi! <3">

bahahahahhahhahahahahahahah omg that's the funniest shizz!

now you know the way to win my heart :] if you want to marry me, tell me you'll love me till "the sun die... moon become triangle.. and star taste like strawberry ice blended + coco palm + grape jelly" and i'll marry you in a heartbeat.

of course i might just die from all the laughing but heck, at least i'd have fun doing it.

http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/
"coupled on 10th April 06
boy sees boy, boy likes boy, boy have sex with boy, boy loves boy. =)"

hahahahahahahah!

the stars shine for you

2006-04-29T00:00:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday Ng Noon Ling, you deserve the world.

the past two years with you have been some of the best in my life and i'd like to thank you for that. psst, did you know that when i first met you, i thought you were some kind of scary monster (with ploughed back hair, heehee do you remember?) haha but who'd have thought you'd turn out to be this crazy weird (horny) thing :]

i miss you a lot a lot a lot, honey bunny. we got to catch up soon ok? have a great birthday, i love you.

love, gill
xoxo

p.s sorry about sports day!i'm proud of you though :]

p.p.s look at the time of this entry! it's EXACTLY 12! who says i don't care huh huh.

an9ElX LurBEX Hon3yzZ 184!

cut up angels

2006-04-28T01:37:00.000-07:00

eh, i swear this week has been a week of weird, completely random, yet totally apt quotes.

1) along a happening alley on haji lane

suspicious-looking, emo graphic designing, goth cokehead: "hey did you know that god is coming?"

2) in the lift of a random hdb flat

random stranger: -holds lift door open while i get out "bye girl, remember to study hard so you can join the pap next time"

and my personal favourite:

3) one fine day in class

ms selva: "gillian, that's way too much cynicism at such a young age"

eh heheh.

ok, goodbye now. i have a headache so spliting i feel like slitting my head open and popping my brains out and hanging them out to dry. either that or eat insane amounts of painkillers.

i think i choose painkillers.

kill the messenger

2006-04-26T20:22:00.000-07:00

I Hate Letter Trays That Eat Up My Homework.

>:(

ok so many people have told me that i've been on a one week hiatus which is one week too many. anyway just to keep you informed:

I, Gillian Chen-Yun Skarina Daniel, do solemnly swear to start being nicer to all persons regardless of hair, nerdability, saniah-ness and anything else. I also hereby promise to try not to say mean, sarcastic things about others and/or saniah even if it is for a better cause, as the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

amen.

grahhh chant with me now: two more days to the weekend, two more days to the weekend.

so long, sweet summer

2006-04-24T22:56:00.000-07:00

reasons why i am sullen and broody/today was not nice:

1) my watermelon earrings broke >:(
2) my shoes got wet in the rain and i think they're going to become even more faded
3) i haven't trained in a week
4) i think i'm probably the slowest in the team now as a result
5) i only trained for like, twenty minutes today. which is so going to make a world of difference.
6) tomorrow is the start of napfa and omg, if i am indeed the lousiest in the team i swear i will just spontaneously combust
7) i haven't finished my lino cut because i seem to have carver's block or something
8) tomorrow is tuesday = a long way more to the weekend
9) my lit teacher won't let me take my critical appreciation test which i actually studied really hard for and feel fully prepared. besides, i need this damn test to make my grade point average or i will find myself in some substandard university in halfway wyoming or omaha or something then i'll end up being a waitress in a highway reststop diner or the mee pok man's wife or something.
10) the math homework that took me four hours to do mysteriously disappeared and my frickin math teacher says i have to redo it lkaksjhdkjada

omg, it takes me four times the time span taken by a normal non-retard person to do my math. plus like ten times the effort. not to mention, i actually tried really hard for this piece of homework just because i wanted to get things right for once.

I Hate Letter Trays Because They Eat Up My Homework

sheesh, how many more years to retirement.

are we the waiting

2006-04-23T23:58:00.000-07:00

to put it simply, i am now in an incredibly bad mood.

random facts:
1) i am hungry but i don't dare eat this late lest i get fat(ter)
2) blogger for some reason is bearing me a grudge and deleted my whole post
3) everyone's copying my random facts
4) i am stupid
5) i miss my old chum and the times where we talked like normal people

i think what they've all been saying is true. i am a stupid retarded kid. i've been staring at my math book the whole day now and its reading like martian to me. i wonder i'm wired to have a dead left brain and a love for colours and words. i am so stupid >:(

oh well, here's to hoping that i make it through another school week.

here lies our holiday

2006-04-22T21:37:00.000-07:00

ahahahah i forgot to blog about west side story yesterday. it was uhm, ok i guess. butbut, it opened with an extremely funny scene. so it opens all these big macho gangbanger types who are supposed to be doing big macho gangbanger things, only instead they are prancing about the stage doing pirrouettes and high kicks and arabesques and it's supposed to be a gangfight. the funniest shiz on earth ahhaha. so my (prime, front row heheh) seat, i struggling to suppress the worst case of the giggles and all them vips are staring at me and my attrocious concert ettiquette.

to make things all worse, the gang fight thingy gets worse because them big macho gangbangers start rolling onto of one another in very compromising positions and it's just so hilarious. then to top things of, this extremly fat police dude charges across the stage and starts shouting. by then i was full-out snorting and gulping with laughter, practically crying. my poor father was trying so hard to shush me and at the same time, shoot everyone appologetic glances. ahahaha frickin funny.

ohoh today Hello Eskimo! was met with extremely promising sales and our profit margin is sky high at the moment (gwenums thinks that i sound like a financial pro yippee) my best customer to date is Elaine Sng Blank Blank (eh heheh, eh i dont know your full name!) she went nuts and bought like seven pairs at one shot. i shall have to think of some free gift or something, like uh one free cookie with every five pairs purchased.

wahh shit man, i just read some of the worst english i have ever come across my whole life.

oh and today i found out that shuyi is actually cooler than we give her credit for. she actually listens to acdc and the beatles. plus her favourite beatle is paul mccartney. gosh, i never knew.

ooh and today we formed an award-winning, perfect-ten-scoring, synchronised swim team called ..... (insert drum roll) The Firefly Supernovas. three cheers! hiphooray! :] i love.

fact of the day:
I <3 The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

nashville, USA

2006-04-22T00:51:00.000-07:00

omg, as i am typing this (furiously fast for your information, along with a slew of other talents heehee, i also have lightning fingers yay) i am chowing down on what i am officially deeming The World's Worst Tau Sar Pau. seriously, i know nearly all food tastes like chicken, but hello? chicken-flavoured tau sar paus are so not right. this pau must be like, two weeks old or something eew. bye mr pau, into the black abyss that is the dustbin, is the lifestyle choice for you.

today was a day of fun fun fun fun fun fieldtrips! we went to holland village just now to get more beads and buttons for Hello Eskimo! earrings, which by the way, are selling like hotcakes. yay i love holland village more than i love ringo starr :] holland village is the mecca for art school undergraduates. i'm going to live in holland village when i grow up, i don't care. i go there so often, all the shopkeepers probably know me by sight already, i've been there four days in a row this week. and tomorrow i might go back, i think i'm their best customer!

eh heheh, i just got home like twenty minutes ago. psst, tell you a secret. if you ever have time to kill at eleven at night, go to the beach road/bencoolen street area, it's hopping. and from there all the cool places are walking distance away, arab street, northbeach road, bugis street, haji lane etc etc. so exciting.

yay, saniah says she has something cool to tell me tomorrow. i can hardly wait, i hope its something cool like uhm, britney spears died of cardiac arrest or george bush got pregnant or something. yay, i like secret!

ok here's some random facts (arthi anbalagan, you copycat):

1) when i grow up, i want to move to Nashville, USA just so i can have a cool address.
2) i am wearing cute watermelon button earrings :] and that makes me happy
3) my braces wire is cutting into my lip and it kinda hurts
4) i think hellogoodbye is so adorable
5) i like vietnamese scholars but my favourite is tracy nguyen thanh huong (i think she wants to be my new best friend!)

ok bye, there's the frickin ip preview thing tomorrow and i got to go make more earrings. we're doing under-the-table sales tomorrow, so exciting.

oops, i shouldn't have said that should i?

haha, i can't keep a secret! :]
_______

p.s. go away, i'm sick of always waiting.

the lasting kind

2006-04-19T23:42:00.000-07:00

haha hello world, me and estella the umbrella have opened a earring shop! coolzzzzzzz :] we decided that instead of doing icky carwashes to raise funds, we would be cool and make earrings instead. we went and got a whole bunch of seriously cool beads and buttons and such. well folks, come down to the (shtoopid) ip preview this saturday to show your support. Hello Eskimo! (yes, that's our shop name) will be selling our handmade wares at low low prices! we've already sold off quite a few (to ourselves, but shhhh don't tell anybody) so hurry down while stocks last.

omg omg, i'm postively certain that i'm dying. i'm hacking up big balls of gooey green phlegm every five seconds, this isn't normal. if only i wasn't so morbidly afraid of modern medicine. ahhh, someone had better ring singapore casket up pronto.

ahahahhahaha council speeches today was the funniest thing on earth! me and saniah were laughing ourselves silly what with overzealous audience participation, pyscho smiles, cheesy lines, the one hobbit (hahahah!), cool names, excessive boob touching (must be some sort of sacred campaigning technique), this dude with really really short pants and my favourite favourite candidate. vote for #70! i don't know how to pronounce his name, but he's just so adorable!! nush says i'm a vietnophile because i have this love for vietnamese scholars but it's like, so not true. don't believe what she says, she eats notebook paper and sucks on her own hair for crying out loud, how sane do you think she is!?

cough cough, i think i shall go try persuade my parents (cruel slavedrivers!) into letting me skip school tomorrow. ta, for now cough cough (ooh look at this big glop of phlegm)

macbeth seams

2006-04-18T23:59:00.000-07:00

i wish i could bridge the growing gap between us.

ahahah today was an interesting day.

i woke up in the morning with this killer headache and my throat felt as though i swallowed an apple whole in my sleep. i half- crawled to my parents room and croaked that i was not feeling so good (as evidently shown) but i swear, in Parenting 101, they teach parents (devil's spawn) to be cold unfeeling marionnettes, because all my parents did was to tell me to get changed or i'd be stuck in the morning jam along the blasted expressway ajsdakheiausj

well despite feeling on the brink of the death, i shall recap the rest of my day for your viewing pleasure:

1) went to school
2) hacked up a lot of phlegm
3) insisted that i was on my deathbed
4) skipped pe due to whooping coughs
5) hacked up more phlegm
6) concluded that i would in fact die sometime next week, judging by colour (green) and consistency (tar) of said phlegm
7) moaned a lot about my upcoming death
8) accompanied a cramped-up nush to the (non-existent) sickbay in an act of noble self-sacrifice
9) struggled through rest of lessons
10) blew out a lot of snot
11) braved the rain and went to the cute cafe at coronation plaza with estelly while she waited for nush (yet another act of noble self-sacrifice)
12) discovered that coronation plaza (despite being the epitome of obiang) actually has reasonably funky finds if you search deep
13) went home on the bus, took chances and plonked generous behind next to bullimic japanese doll who looked up from her ayumi hamasaki magazines long enough to shoot look of death from beneath badly made-up eyes and plastic lashes fighting to touch the sky
14) got hit by a wave of inspiration for a fabulous new art project
15) got off bus and made a detour at spotlight for materials
16) went home
17) moaned somemore
18) did MI essay (and moaned somemore)
19) drank a lot of honey

and

20) i'm going to sleep now. goodnight.

cough cough oh god, see i'm dying.

drive safe now

2006-04-17T20:04:00.000-07:00

too bad i don't believe you anymore.

eh heheh, poot says that if i am, nice, i may find a surprise coming my way. yay, i do so love surprises!

here's a list of some things i like (since i realise my birthday is GASP, four months away!)
- surprises!
- polka-dotted shoes
- tim burton/johnny depp films (collaborations or otherwise)
- copic markers :]
- raspberry barcardi breezers
- lanterns
- bashful people
- one-sided earrings
- spongebob stickers
- pop art books
- freckles
- paint
- green tea ice-cream

hahahhahah, i'm going to write in to the newspaper telling the world of this horrendous mistreatment we have been subjected to >:( oh and i've already told my dad to fire that loser reporter who wrote that blessed article. dude, whoever you are, you're going down baby. my dad's the king of the castle and you're the dirty rascal woohoo. you better start subscribing to the classified ads because when i'm through with you, you're going to need to find another job. better start practicing that immortal line, that's it, louder now:

"do you want fries with that?"

teammates, the last laugh's ours.

ok well take care, i heard the flu bug's going round. if you're going to catch it, be nice and stay away from me will you? yes, thank you.

two quarters and a heart down

2006-04-16T23:32:00.000-07:00

meheheheheh today was funner than roller coaster rides! :]

highlights of the day:
10) tom yam naan!

9) noon looking like some thirty-plus art student/librarian in her weird ensemble

8) Fashion Faux Pas Specimen B: red-white-green-black checkered woollen kilt thing with a
row of big black buttons running diagonally across one side

7) Fashion Faux Pas Specimen A: bright neon pink cullote thing that's half a pair of knee-length pants clinched at the ends, half a bubble skirt split into two

6) the over-enthusiastic old (and i mean old) lard-bum who was sitting near us grooving/dancing along to the se7en routine (haha, funniest shit!)

5) screaming in vernon a's face hahahahahhaha

4) the click five!

3) don don don don don don don don don don don drew and drew and drew and drew! don and drew! (haha, that's the guys from the don and drew show. they were super funny! pineapples and ez-link cards along with devine bums make a mighty fine show, i say)

2) that albino punk from ronin prancing across the stage like a five-year-old on steroids, shouting something unintelligible about black maria, ohohoh. i even heard this skinny goth chick on my way out swearing that she heard the words "kikoman soy sauce" somewhere in their act hahahahahahahaa.

and

1) during the scgs routine, at this part where they sort of all contort on the floor and go "aahhhh aaahhh aaahhh!", noon went (really really loudly) "EH YOU HAVING ORGASM AH!" causing everyone within a ten metre vincinty to turn around and stare.

thank god the scgs contigent was way over the other side, or we'd never have come out alive. shtoopid noon. if looks could kill, we'd all already be dead, considering the murderous glares they were shooting us before and after the show. though those glares got considerably more smug after the show, but whatever. i still love you jean :]

oh and i have just discovered that i have this weird habit of starting my posts with weird noises/sounds like eh hehe, haha, hoho, pooeh, ugh, eew etc etc. heehee, so fun, i can make it my trademark for when i become a multi-award-winning writer.

ok i may consider putting up some pictures of hollaback. but they're all grainy seeing as how i had to use my phone camera. check back soon cowpat, you might just luck out :]

ok, my bed beckons with its quilt-covered fingers. see you soon!

p.s wow, this is one of my longest posts of late. damn straight!

finch

2006-04-15T22:17:00.000-07:00

i just realised that poot has been treating me not without certain caution lately. i wonder what's up with that. it's ok you know, i'm not a timebomb waiting to explode.

actually, everyone's been treating me like that recently. i wonder why, i must have missed the memo. note to world: hello world, i am a-ok, savvy? you can stop asking now! :]

hoho, i just read some very enlightening stuff. don't tell me you're not talking about me when you clearly, as light of day, are. it is because of people like you, that come about our childish angst, hipfuckinghooray.

here, are some replies:

yings: hi yings, i miss you a lot a lot ):
cherry: hey cherry, i am very extremely proud of your fourth placing at nationals. we'll work hard together yeah, the title is ours next year! move over tms!
saniah: huh what? ooh and you have a surprrrrise coming your way :]
arthi: hey! :]
*jo: hey jo, nice race the other day! (see, i've taken extra care in including the * in front of your name. i now deserve a on the head or something hurrah!)
estella: hey umbrella! did you miss me at art the other day huh :]

and i have just rekindled my love for something green, slimey and cold. that's right folks, it's haagen daaz green tea ice-cream, the best shit on earth. i know many people say eating green tea is like eating grass but hey, i must have been a cow in my past life or something, since i love that stuff. now you know what to get me for my birthday.

haha ok, thanks for swinging by!

ever so sweet

2006-04-14T23:53:00.000-07:00

eh heheh, meeting up with jean toh ting yi today has transformed me from Surly and Sullen, to Gleeful and Glad (yay, i like alliterations!), even if it was for the shortest time. heehee she said that i've become a fit muscle mary :]

oh oh and there's more stuff coming up that's making me even happier: hollaback crew finals (!!), lino cuts for art, long weekend, catching up with old st nicks friends and omg omg, i get to see noon! :] yay!

all night and no noon makes gill a dull girl (geddit geddit?! nevermind, dimwit)

random facts:
5) i am hungry enough to eat a small cow
4) i have what is becoming collectively known as The Worst Haircut Ever Seen By Mankind
3) i feel like a lower-than-low worm right now (i'm sorryyyyy cowpat! ): forgive me?)
2) i hope tomorrow goes ok

and

1) i think the whole world is in need of anger management classes.

ok goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite :]

so long, astoria

2006-04-12T23:33:00.000-07:00

today was a highly interesting day.

i tell you them undercurrents are strong enough to be tsunamis, but whatever. i have come to this stage where i am beyond caring, so all you little kids (seriously, that's how you're acting) can just go fly a kite.

lala, at least i still have the ribena boys, my honey bunny, the team and my fake boyfriend haha.

all i'm afraid of now is that i may have lost someone i value a great deal. we were coming along so well, i pinned many hopes. well, i guess i can't really do anything about it because i'm just not wired that way. so i just hope you'll draw strength somewhere else and well, have a good life. because this isn't blowing over anytime soon, and even if it was, it wouldn't be the same anyway. so take care and i hope the world keeps you safe. but after having said all this, you know i still wish to kiss and make up.

p.s. please do not flood my tagboard, email and/or phone inbox with oh-so-caring messages questioning my state of well-being. i will fully ignore them and delete them, for your information.

p.p.s. kindly do not assume everything here is about you, because the world does not revolve around you and for god's sake, i might be talking about someone half the world away from you. don't be so pig-headed, i've decided to eliminate you from existence anyway because i don't even know who you are to start with.

so there.

alice in chains

2006-04-11T23:42:00.000-07:00

believe in yourself, believe in yourself.
everyone seems to be telling me that, but it remains to be seen, can i?

believe, just believe in yourself.
stay strong, stay still.
it'll pass, it'll pass.
free your mind and you will fly.

i need to stop to take a breather before i lose any more of myself.

breathe, breathe.

silverstein, this is giving up

2006-04-10T22:55:00.000-07:00

i honestly don't know what to say or do anymore. i wish i was anywhere else but here. i'm losing everything that has ever meant anything to me and i really hope that it won't be for forever. i really can't breathe anymore.

well, tomorrow's the day, the start and end of everything. we've come a full circle, don't you stop now.

heart and soul, go the distance.

god help me.

lose yourself

2006-04-09T21:49:00.000-07:00

eh heheh, ms singpore universe always makes me feel so good about myself :]

cease fire

2006-04-09T14:55:00.000-07:00

i'm baaaaaccckkk!

haha you can send flowers via snail mail if you like, but be sure to de-pollenise them or i'll start sneezing achooo!

danga bay was the funnest thing since roller coaster rides :]

things i liked:
10) the bus with lots and lots of leg room
9) the nanyang girls high school tracktop thing i bummed off shitface (omg, nygh rules!)
8) running down the corridors bare-footed to the level mates' room to borrow phone/toothpaste/food etc etc
7) fuzzy wuzzy :]
6) stupid cheeseball games on the busride back to the hotel
5) our mafia kingpin bodyguard, sean
4) staring at ahlians in weird getups at the mall (that's not a fashion statement sugar, it's a deathwish)
3) did you know that guys eat as though they have built-in garbage disposal units?
2) stupid blond jokes on the busride home
1) everything else :]

and omg tiffany tay zhixin, you are the roommate from hell.

psssst, tell you a secret! last week i shared an umbrella with the hottest thing since polka-dotted shoes! :] (ok, i'm kidding. bet you didnt know that)

ok bye, maybe i'll see you sooner.

robot birds

2006-04-04T22:50:00.000-07:00

you know, it has suddenly struck me that life's all too short for us to be so afraid.
we are but marionettes on strings and maybe someday, you'll find it in your heart to understand.
______

random facts:
1) yuck, there's more pe tomorrow >:(
2) i've been a very angry person lately and i don't like what i've become
3) my fake boyfriend is being mean to me
4) i need sleep
5) i like the chiobu i sit next to heehee

one more day to art! :]

p.s. oh dang, i think i'm going to wake up with one killer headache tomorrow, considering the amount of bailey's irish cream and bacardi breezers i've been chugging all night. i love it when my parent's have company!

saints and sailors

2006-04-02T19:34:00.000-07:00

bahahaha, it's been two days and i've aquired a chocolate muffin, a new heartache, a hidden ability to row myself in a boat, thigh muscles, a fake boyfriend and omg, ahpunehneh skin.

my skin now comes in various shades:
1) good morning sunshine! white (on stomach and areas where the sun does not shine hoho)
2) light healthy brown (this hideous ring around my thighs which got accumulated when i wore different shorts to training one day)

3) i'm on fire! red (my face)

4) hello-what-time-is-it-because-it-sure-as-hell-ain't-day midnight black (every where else)

attention: now looking for sponsers for unlimited lifetime supply of sk11 whitening essenses! anyone interested kindly contact me. thank you and have a nice day!

omg omg, sabu says i look like a tree trunk! oh no oh no, i am going to turn into some wrinkly old woman by time i'm thirty. sk11, i want sk11! i don't care, everyone's buying me sk11 for my birthday, no negotiations.

haha ok byebye, i want to sleep.

(oh no, i'm still being ruddy incoherent. it must be heatstroke or something)

i.o.u one galaxy

2006-03-31T22:53:00.000-08:00

things i liked about today:
10) using reinforcement tape as blackhead removers
9) nush getting a stomach ache after eating half a sheet of notebook paper
8) jIeMuiXx ClUb roXxOrxXZz
7) the pepsi challenge
6) getting lost with umbrella
5) free periods
4) no yong tau foo (thank god)
3) beach tennis heehee
2) neopets!
1) Rate the Boy with cowpat (peesai and cowpat 184!)

things i didn't like about today:
5) mass math lecture
4) higher chinese with the smelly old geezer
3) training getting cancelled :(
2) i didnt get to see noon!!
1) I DID'NT GET TO GO TO GRACE'S PARTY! laksdlkajsldkjlkaqhwiuhjk

oh oh oh oh, show you something cool!

some things i support:
1) john kerry (down with the bush administration!)
2) capital punishment
3) the free market economy
4) the one organisation
5) live8
6) gun control
7) stem cell research
8) birth control (stop breeding like rabbits, people)
9) theism
10) the local art scene (click the link!)

and if this isn't the coolest thing on the planet, then i don't know what is.

ok i think i'm going to go now. i haven't slept properly in days. i think i'm going to grow old and ugly and wrinkly in no time. then i'm going to need botox like old whatsherface, janice dickinson.

i have decided that i like making lists, so from no on, i'll make lists. yay.

buAizZz!

(jIEmUixxX 184!)

shimmy shimmy, quarter turn

2006-03-24T02:30:00.000-08:00

hello, i have returned. not for good, but for now at least (yes, rejoice)

you know, i realise i really have reached a stage where i don't know what to say anymore. i don't know exactly what this is, but it's leaving me at a loss for words.

i think i shall commemorate the joyous occasion that is my homecoming by making a list. you know how i have that soft spot for lists.

some things i thought about in the last few hours:

1) The Hours really is the prettiest thing.
2) ___ is very weird and we should stay away (right, cowpat?)
3) i don't like politics
4) i just might do a stuart on of these days and up, pack and leave
5) crack is cooler than marijuana
6) where is noon?
7) poot, why aren't you online?
8) i am feeling ravenous and could probably eat a cow
9) next week promises to be increasingly grey

and

10) we were meant to live for so much more.

and now, we shall get down to technicalities. here are your tagboard replies (i just thought i'd try something new to ease the monotony)

stringbean: hey ser, nice to know you haven't forgotten me. i love you too :]
shuyi: haha, you are a klutz.
cherry: hey cherry!
manda: thanks, my cinnamon twist :]
gwen: i did not slit my wrist, you idiot. oh and i think i want to join your wits club thing, i can be your spy!
arthi: please do not liken me to david beckham (ack), thank you very much.
saniah the cowpat: i. did. not. slit. my. wrist. it. was. an. accident.
noon: eh, why have you disappeared off the face of the planet? i miss you, you know >:(
beanbag: how completely random, you have too much time on your hands.
jiahui: yes, you clearly have good taste! :]

there's this weird bitter taste in my mouth that i can't, for the life of me, figure out.

ok, well i'll see you when i see you.

(don't get your hopes up)

heartache, heartbreak

2006-03-20T23:56:00.000-08:00

a flower for your vanity, a penny for your thoughts.
________________

i want to walk into traffic with my eyes closed.

p.s. goodbye, maybe we'll see each other some time.

dead beat, sweetheartbeat

2006-03-17T23:11:00.000-08:00

ok so i haven't decided whether or not to close down, but i shall continue till then.

hello, i know i've not been treating you too good of late, but i'd like to thank you for:
- pretending that you enjoy my company, even though i'm an utter bore
- knowing that my favourite bag/purse/thing is supposed to be a chinese takeout box and not some random shit
- telling me you like my shoes, even though you probably don't
- putting up with my random outbursts
- staying up till the wee hours of the morning (to you) with me
- listening to my incessant chatter and not commenting on my stupidity
- being there almost all the time
- sharing my feelings on stupid whiny girls (even though you probably think i'm one too)

you know, i think its best that i not care. it's easier this way anyway.

oh hello noon, have you died (i haven't seen/spoken to you since the funfair - which was ages ago) well, have a nice week.

oh and tomorrow's the race, god help me.

i can hardly believe school's almost starting again (where's the holidays gone?) now we'll go back to the monotonous irony of school life and i'll return to being sullen and broody again. i have decided that for the coming term, i will stop being so bouncy and frickin happy about everything. i am a cold, calculating cynic at heart afterall, sarcasm is my shield.

my incoherence is really starting to bother me. i need to find some form of literary sustenance soon, this must not carry on.

ok, goodbye.

p.s. thank you, for making me sit at home alone today, surrounded by various party favours and finally realising that i have to start being nicer to isolated people.

abandon ship

2006-03-15T22:31:00.000-08:00

you know, i think i've lost my interest in blogs. a bit dumb really, to tell the world everything.

well, i'll decide whether or not to post again and inform you with time. till then, don't fret, have a nice life and make me proud.

catch you later, pretty babies.

saints and sailors

2006-03-12T23:51:00.000-08:00

i don't know why i even bother sometimes.

oh have i told you? i looked in the mirror today and was hit with the cold realisation that i have no side profile. i have lard cheeks, no chin and a blob for a nose, i look like the mascot for frickin michelin. so as of now, i am pro-anorexia (almost).

haha poot spent all night trying to convince me otherwise but ahahaha, i'm can be a stubborn old mule when i want to.

shouldn't be that hard really, i'm practically vegan anyway.

anorexics anonymous, here i come.

:O

2006-03-11T12:38:00.000-08:00

OMG OMG OMG. my parent's just upped their broadband package whatchamacallit and now there's this safesurf thing blocking out "undesirable" websites, which i am perfectly fine with and support wholey (do not mistake me, i do not do porn!). but OMG OMG OMG the frickin thing blocked BRYANBOY! oh. my. god. how am i going to live without bryanboy!

this is monumental, what am i going to do! i read bryanboy everyday without fail! where am i going to get my regulation daily diet of cool cynical humour! where will i find another gay asian paris hilton reincarnation! :O

i will now die a sad, quiet, lonely death, my heart as cold as stone. goodbye bryanboy, your memory shalt dwell in our hearts through the ages of masochistic decadence. rest in peace.

www.bryanboy.com

build god, then we'll talk

2006-03-06T01:28:00.000-08:00

mood -----> >:(

why can't i study like a good girl (and why don't i get math!)

eeugh my nose is stuffed and running like a frickin olympic sprinter. bleh, someone boil me chicken soup and give me a hug.

oh and i just found the best shit on earth.
http://stardust.tv
that's the people responsible for that pretty pretty pretty nokia l'amour ad. it's one of the best ads running on the boob tube, in my humble opinion.

go click the link. i like bombay sapphire: step into the blue, mac cosmetics: culturebloom and windows xp: stephanie best. actually i like everything, so just go watch it now, then come back and tell me how razzle dazzle it is (if you don't think so, then you're a smelly, uncultured hooligan)

ok i should go study now. yuck i hate thykaloid membranes, electronegativity, chengyus, plasmoderfrickinma and shtoopid surds (turds). ick i just want to crawl under the covers and sleep for the next fifteen years.

ok bye.

p.s eh poot, sorry for being snappy and irritable. i'll still give you your OlEngG jOoZz :] sleep tight.

a shoebox greeting

2006-03-04T23:19:00.000-08:00

pooeh, i miss the times when i didn't have to study for exams. this is classic underachiever syndrome, i tell you. classic.

what i did today:

1) sleep in till eleven
2) wake up, eat a scone and a bowl of cheerios
3) do theory/harmony
4) go to dome for lunch and order spicy thai salad
5) do more theory/harmony
6) go for theory/harmony
7) get scolded because homework was a bunch of illegible chicken scratches that didn't make sense
8) go home fuming
9) eat a bowl of cranberries to drown sorrows
10) pick at sunburns (i'm moulting!)
11) sulk, sulk, sulk
12) go online and download a whole bunch of songs (oh dang i bet i'll get arrested)
13) decide to be good and review math rules for congruency (rhs, sss, sas, aas) and surds (turds)
14) sleep from brain exhaustion
15) bathe
16) eat scary amounts of seafood curry for dinner
17) go online and talk from eight to eleven
18) blog-hop and drink chicken soup
19) wonder where the day went

and

20) suddenly realise that the day was supposed to be spent mugging and exams are three days away, worry about grades and throw a fit

when really, the day should have been spent like this:

1) mug
2) mug
3) mug
4) mug
5) mug
6) mug
7) mug
8) mug
9) mug
10) mug

you get the gist.

what am i doing here! i should be in like some no-name neighbourhood school, classmates with people who have blond hair, names like ah seng, sebastian and xiaojiaaa** and have penchants for hokkien swear words and techno trailer trash!

ooh look there's this long factory line of ants on my wall, i think i shall kil... concentrate gill! oh no oh no, i have no academic prowess so to speak and the attention span of a toothbrush. wah sehhhhhhh, sure die one!

ok byebye, i have to go learn about chengyus and thykaloid membranes now. (don't laugh ok, everyone has to start from somewhere!)

p.s. eh poot, i'll give you a cup of OlENgG jOozZ if you're nice to me!

high wire

2006-03-02T22:46:00.000-08:00

hi there, i'm back to do what i do best.
slack off from work and underachieve as usual.
gill, you will always be gill.

it's nice to know that some things never change.

eck

2006-02-28T23:50:00.000-08:00

ho my god, i just heard something so gut-wrenching that i just feel so compelled to write about it. ladies and gentlemen, i present you mr britney spears' very first attempt at rap. prepare yourselves, my friends, for this will bring the world to its knees.

Y'all Ain't Ready by Kevin "K-fed" Federline

I should be saying keep my damn name
Outcha your mouth but y'all people keep
Increasing my change amount
So go ahead and say watcha wanna,
I'm gonna sell 'bout 2 mill, fool, then i'm a goner.
I know you wish you was in my position cuz
I keep gettin into situations that you
Wish you wuz in, cousin
I'm not your brother, not your uncle, i'm your
Daddy, dude.
Steppin' in this game and
Y'all aint got a clue
My prediction is that ya'll gonna hate me
The style we create, straight 2008
But i know that you really can't wait
Because people are always askin' me
"When's the release date?"
Well maybe baby you can wait and see
Until then, all these Pavarottis
Following me
Gettin' anxious, go and take a peek, I'm
Starring in your magazine now every
day of the week
Back them, they call me K-Fed, but you
Can call me Daddy instead...

what. in. blue. blazes. do. you. call. that. load. of. horse. crap.
sorry blogger hates me and refuses to let me upload the sound clip thing, but don't sell youself short, search google or something. ok let's do a line by line in depth analysis shall we, of k-fed (up cos you suck)'s masterpiece.

Y'all Ain't Ready by Kevin "K-Fed" Federline

I shouldn't be sayin' keep
My damn name outcha mouth (damn straight, we'd all get diarrhoea i tell you)
But y'all keep increasin' my change
Go ahead and say whatcha wanna (gill says: "you're a cow")
I'm gonna sell about 2 mil (ice cream cones), then I'm goner, (you already are one, you loser)
I know y'all wishin' you was in my position (heck no?)
Cuz I keep gettin' into situations
That you wish you was in, cousin (darn! i'm not k-fed! ah, woe is me)
I'm not your brother (thank god) , I'm not your uncle, (i love you god) I'm Daddy (childhood trauma is often atributed to bad parenting)
Steppin' in this game and y'all ain't got a clue
My prediction is that y'all are gonna hate me (wow, he's psychic! ugly, fat AND a psychic? this dude is my hero!)
On the style we create, straight 2008 (excuse me you're not making sense)
But I know that you really can't wait (to see you die)
Because people always askin' me
When's the release date?
Well maybe, baby, you could wait and see (thanks thanks, but i'd rather not)
Until then all these Pavarottis (this one's got a killer vocab, this one) followin' me
Gettin' anxious? Go take a peek
I'm starrin' in your magazines
Now every day and week (oh sweet calamity)
Back then, they call me K-fed
But you can call me Daddy instead (the horror, the horror!)

conclusion: you sure as hell ain't no 50 cent, angel. more like Five Pesos.

k-fed my man, stick to being mr britney spears will you? and leave the rapping to the real men. if you're that desperate for the cash, get a job or something. be a fireman or something. you ain't gonna be rollin' in no benjamins anytime soon, homie (god, i can gangsta rap ghetto speak better than you, you moron)

wow, britney "oops i did it again" spears has worked with all the top producers and she let him go out like that? wow, she must not love him anymore.

i think the world's on pot or something. we have people like k-fed and george bush.

we're all going to die, i tell you.

d. i. e.

fallen hero

2006-02-27T23:54:00.000-08:00

i find it quite amusing how i dwell on the tiniest of things.

gillian chen yun skarina daniel = cynical manic depressor at heart.
don't you be saying i'm an idealist in this lifetime.

{/edit}

jealousy spawns such interesting results.

{/edit}

times square

2006-02-26T14:39:00.000-08:00

i promised arthi i'd do a dedication for her since i exempted her by accident from the previous post. arthi darling, i'm sorry i couldn't do it yesterday. blogger, for some reason, bore me a grudge and denied me entry, the many times i tried. so anbagangan, i dedicate the next few lines to you (sorry it came late):

arthi anbalagan is nice girl (with a hard to prounouce name) who always takes the time to help me in my work (stupid as i am). she is very clever though her self esteem needs quite a bit of work. i predict that one day she will achieve her dream of becoming a star and will go on to get her own star on the hollywood walk of fame. by her entrancing voice and shining personality alone, the world will fall in love. don't be silly, anbagangan, it's not true that no one loves you, because i do :) even if one day you grew fat and ugly and grey, i still would. i'm glad to have met you and you deserve the world. :)

sheesh, that was so mushy, my fingers are melting.

today was the art reunion lunch thing, umbrella and i have concluded that artists come in two varieties: mod cool and uhm, stones. we also developed a strong addiction to butter rolls (something which you probably won't understand) and bulgogi beef. we have also concluded that we are indeed, very young, though we don't understand why everyone makes it seem as though it's such a bad thing. it's just the green-eyed monster, jealousy. afterall, we have all of eternity ahead of us and the world at our feet. you old farts are just jealous that soon you'll be old and wrinkly while we'll still have soft dewy baby-soft skin. so HAH. ooh and i bought this cool car wallet thingy today while estella the frutella bought a tampon case (?!) which she plans to use as a wallet (?!). what will the boys think, umbrella?!

pfft and the weekend's ending too. the week about to follow looks to be very grey. physics pop quiz, chem suprise spring test (though i don't understand how it can be a surprise test if you've already told us), study break from canoeing and the l.a. essay and the art colour schemes painting thing due thursday. everyone seems to have forgotten that i can't paint for nuts, let alone in colour schemes. art will be the death of me, i tell you . as for l.a. it is a complete waste of my time. the l.a. bitch is killing the subject and leaving us to watch the life draining away from its eyes. plus, she keeps threatening to throw me and grace out of the class for no apparent reason. like that day when we were just opening our files to get our worksheets. stupid witch. and to think we were destined for so much more.

ick and my parents just saw fit to buy us this compact heart attack lifesaver thingamajig. its this fuh-reeky yellow thing that actually talks and instructs you how to send shocks to your heart to get it going again. thanks to the stupid thing, i was just forced to sit through a two hour training session thing, complete with hands-on experience. it's pretty darn traumatic to be performing cpr on this plastic dummy man thing while people are shouting suggestions to you. especially if the said dummy is supposed to be a man but is, in fact, called annie and actually has boobs. sheesh, if that was what really happens during a case of emergency and i'm supposed to be saving you from heart attack, i'd probably just freak and drop dead of cardiac arrest myself, so you can forget about ever seeing the light again.

wokay i think i shall try and get started on my art now, then try studying for the said tests. pooeh if i was back at st nicks, i'd be sitting pretty not giving a flying spoon. but oh no, since my fellow classmates have brains that run on twenty million megawatt horse power batteries, i shall defy my own norms and actually hit the books for once :/

catch you around, maybe sometime in the middle of the week, no?

for the added sparkle

2006-02-25T03:14:00.000-08:00

yesssssssssss it's the weekend (you realise how often i've been saying this?)

but weekends always leave too soon and soon it'll be the monday blues all over again. oh sweet calamity.

pfft, i can't believe the gallagher brothers came and left and i didn't even get to say hi. they've got killer eyebrows, you know.

there's something wrong with me. my face is flaking and coming off in layers. stupid marathon. now i'm so sunburnt my face is falling off. hoho and my ears are secreting copious amounts of yellow gooey pus. if the pus was gold, we'd be rich enough to buy rice to feed an entire third world country by now.

my friends have asked me to write about them. so i will:

1) noon is currently deep into a phase of teenage angst, where she's questioning her identity and finding her place and stuff (tsk, give it like a week! it's curiousity i tell you! but i'll support you either way)
2) jea-orn called me the other day and her life's been a manic frenzy. well at least you know that i miss you :(
3) jingo has disappeared off the face of the planet
4) i have a gummy dog (bitch) who's nice to bite :) i love you gums!
5) tiffany can't stop smacking my ass, it's like her hand is a magnet and my butt is a huge chunk of stainless steel
6) manda is a foxeh mama :)
7) gwen the ten ton pen laughs like a mental patient but ends up looking like cancer patient in photos, teehee
8) estella the umbrella got a haircut and now looks like a cross between an extremely adorable five year old and a currypuff
9) grace grew more sweatspots from tennis, eew :/
10) tracy says my vietnamese is very good HOHO ("xin chao, tai zao! baht dep lam!")
11) minh has been crashcoursing me in vietnamese and i predict that by this time next month he will grow to hate me because i'm so darn thick, while his brain runs on forty thousand megawatt horse power
12) mud is just a giant puddle of mud who is very, very amusing :)
13) cheryl paints like a bloody renaissance master while mine end up looking like some crap a three year old sploched onto paper, the type only appreciated by over zealous mothers
14) pooty is very sweet :) butter rolls and starwars haha.

and

15) sharifah saniah bte syed adnan aljunied i learnt your name by heart. your parents were too free, they should have named you mary or something. mary tan, now doesn't that sound short and sweet?

i think saniah the satsuma is very amusing. gill is a giggler, satsuma is a gigolo. haha, do i rule or do i rule. she thinks i like emo specs for a reason and she talks about bifurticated ___s way too often. she smells like poppies :)

goodness, this is so incoherent. must be the darn l.a. bitch's shit taking its toll. she talks way too much crap for her own good and now my toxic tongue is fully feeling the pressure. socio-pollitical commentary, my stainless steel ass.

yawn. its three am and my neighbour is blasting techno. i think i shall ring for fedex and send him flowers or something, tell him that singapore really appreciates having responsible, useful, law-abiding citizens such as himself and is really glad he's not a useless, talentless, lump of cellulite, screaming for a slap. we're also really thankful that he always makes it a point to shoot a jet of water in our rabbit's faces and scare the living daylights of them everytime he waters his plants, such social dignity is so hard to come across these days. ok if i hear numa numa eh one more time, i will fully hurl a brick in the general direction of his house and hope to the heavens it hits him square in the head (you have no idea how much i'd like to see you mayeeahee-ing all the way to tan tock seng, you fat duck)

well the night is young (ho my god, did you just say that?!) and i shall be rollin' with the times now. see you later, alligator.

heartland fun

2006-02-19T22:09:00.000-08:00

"hey there hotstuff, i want to goreng your pisang."

HAHAHAHA, i declare sharifah saniah syed binte mohammaed sadi aljunied (wah lao, i don't know your name la) addictive.

lights and sounds

2006-02-18T22:24:00.000-08:00

i'd burn the city down to show you the light.

p.s. noon, i hope you know that you're the only person i'd run in the rain for. i'd do it again and a hundred times over.

small town romeo

2006-02-17T21:54:00.001-08:00

the weekend is here, i could kiss the skies for finally answering my prayers.

i wonder how long i can keep this up before running out of steam. i need to find some way to get this to work both ways.

on a lighter note: i spent the day combing bras basah for art materials with the aep mates today. we have decided that art friend is the mecca for aspiring starving artists and copic markers will one day rule the world.

gill's current favourite places in singapore:

- arab street
- holland village
- chinatown (hey anywhere that has shops that hang waxed ducks and pig heads is cool in my book ok?)
- bugis street
- mohammad sultan road
- clark quay
- waterloo street (sculpture square!)
- guilin view :DD
- beach road
- art friend (:

and for the comercialism supporting fascist masses, i suppose orchard road is ok.

it was fun really. umbrella, you are dumb and cheryl the tae kwon do man, you make me laugh with your stories (pang sai tong!). eh we should have invited jonas and his sexy legs la (?!), he's amusing (: and no one told me that art was so expensive! no wonder the world is filled with so many starving artists.

yay i think tomorrow's acjc funfairrrrrr with noonyyyyyyy <3

______________

Maybe we'll live and learn
Maybe we'll crash and burn.

actually i think we'd crash and burn, but that's just me.

broken-hearted cadillac

2006-02-15T22:52:00.000-08:00

i left my heart in san francisco,
otherwise i'd have given it to you.

it's the middle of the week and i am barely alive. weeks always start well before dying off towards the end. my only consolatin is that in a couple of years i'll be out of this suffocatingly small town. i always knew it was a mistake that you guys voted me national education ambassador. i don't have even a drop of patriotic blood in me, i don't even really know how to sing our anthem by myself. let alone the fact, i'd up, pack and get the heck out of here the second i get a chance. not for good maybe, there's just too much i'd be giving up, but maybe for a short break, hibernation, catnap, whatever.

i take pride in the fact that the weekend seems so much closer from this side of the week.

everyone's been so emo of late. i wonder if the world's ending. great, just what we needed, a little excitement in our lives. sweet mary, mother of jesus, watch over us. send armaggedon along with instructions on how to get out. this world is killing me slowly, half from inside out. we've lost our youth and the world's become so sad. if you ask me, teenage angst is a ploy set by the heavens to remind us who's boss.

oh and if you are a facist supporter of mass comercialisation, happy valentine's.

so here i stand, fifteen and barely alive.
i can hardly wait for sixteen.

when eyes have lost their spark

2006-02-10T00:20:00.000-08:00

ok i need to get my shit together in order to become the perfect model student of exemplary behaviour (hoho gwen, are you reading this, you ten ton pen?). i must have been on crack to do this. me and politics go together like barney and a strip club. wokay, if all goes well, the school will be burnt to cinders this time next year and pandemonium will rule. whoopdeedoo.

ok from now on i shall:

1) get a notebook to jot down my homework
2) actually do my homework
3) stop copying math
4) pay attention during math
5) stay awake during chinese
6) fold my shirt properly so it looks tucked in (gill, you sly fox, you)
7) get myself a file to store worksheets so my stuff doesnt look like chicken scratches
8) do art homework before the date due, instead of rushing during lunch
9) buy drawing block and stop stealing from the art room
10) learn vietnamese from minh (tat biet! ein khong yeu em! tat doy dang!)
11) get noon the math pro to tutor me (hoho)
12) buy a graphic calculator and stop borrowing from various seniors
13) faithfully do spire reflections, yeehaw.
14) start listening during physics

and

15) stop being labelled a "class distraction" hoho.

oh yes, as you can see, i'm already on the road destined for success. i shall now grow up and write one of those flaky "how to succeed in life - a guide" books, earn a bazillion dollars and get my name on the forbe's list of the world's hundred most influential women, right below oprah. first stop class distraction, next stop total world domination. hoho.

yay acjc funfairrrrrr! ((: noon i can't wait!

_________

Watching eyes shut tight.
like doors to something sweeter.

camera shy but still a star

2006-01-30T01:10:00.000-08:00

gill's list of life's simple pleasures:

- rainy days
- scrapbooks
- morning coffee
- sugar highs
- paint
- itunes
- shoes
- cameras
- bagels
- people watching
- bak kwa
- starving artists
- bryanboy
- arab street
- people
- noon (:

hoho, this addiction masochistic decadence is proving to be my downfall.
get a grip, gill.
it's getting to your head.

death cab

2006-01-29T01:41:00.000-08:00

apparently, half the world feels the same way.

wowee, i am such a sucker for heartache. despite having all that money can buy (or so they say, though i don't think so) and mr american express platinum as a best friend (yet again absolutely not true), i still don't really get what i want. no change this time, since god apparently has that curious affinity for pretty things. hey you up there, have a care will you? for once spend some time on the ugly ones that reside at the bottom of the barrel.

can't say i feel all that sorry for you, gill.
sugar, despite having all the charm in the world,
and the irrepressible talent for incessant chatter,
there are still things you can't say, aren't there?

you set yourself up for this.
i told you, did i not?

i want _____.
please?

the boys of summer

2006-01-28T18:26:00.000-08:00

hoho. its chinese new year. it's the hot funk shiznit i tell you:

1) fat men dress up as gods of wealth and give you smelly chocolate coins that taste like plastic.
2) you get to watch stupid programmes on tv with stupid ah sohs who win stupid prizes like eight eight cans of abalone (what the hell are you supposed to do with eighty eight cans of that stupid crap?)
3) you get to make awkward small talk with a mindless stream of relatives you never knew you had in exchange for money.
4) the afforementioned relatives tell you your butt is of admirable proportions and thus when you grow up you can be a child-conceiving machine and make your parents proud (yes, it's like a dream come through. i get to make my parents proud! now, armed with that knowledge, i shall die happy.)
5) freaking reuinion dinners where your grandmother tells you the hopes and dreams she has for you (usually something to do with the noble sport of child conceiving, bless you.)
6) dumb cheena music (he xing nian, zhu xing nian, xing nian ah, nian nian nian. yeah yeah, shut up already)
7) river hongbao (the genius who came up with that name should be given an award. river hongbao, good shit.)
8) stupid red tacky decorations outside everyone's door (god forbid we have some remnants of taste and actually hire someone to design classy ornaments instead of that gaudy red crap. oh the thought scares me already!)
9) oh don't you be angry/sad/unhappy now, or you're whole year could be ruined! (oh the horror, the horror)
10) and don't you even THINK of swearing! its unlucky! (well bully for you, you faggot.)

as you can see, i love chinese new year.

ok fine, it does have its pros. ang baos and bak kwa. geez louise, when i grow up, i want to marry the bee cheng hiang tao kay. it's only been half a day and i've just about exhausted half the house's supply of bak kwa already. but the cons still outweigh what little pros there are.

well whoopdeedoo. reunion dinner in a couple of hours. gill, just stuff your face as fast as you can and get the heck outta there. and don't you dare mention birth rates and maternity leave anywhere near that table unless you want the pants bored off you about how the chen family name must live on. sweetheart, i'm not even really a chen and i am a girl, so if i do have kids, they sure as hell won't be called anything chen, thanks to the sexist world that we live in. besides i'm not even fifteen yet, so shut up for a few years will you?

hoho. gong xi fa cai (yeah right), cai shen dao (oh the nightmares), xue ye jing bu (i'm sorry but if the fact remains that you are stupid, no amount of well-wishes will do anything to change that) and shen ti jian kang (drink six to eight glasses of water a day for colourless pee) to you sad sad people.

now if you'll excuse me, i must be going off for reunion dinner now. i think i shall wear bright yellow spongebob boxers and a ratty tatty tweety bird shirt just to annoy the maternal side of the family. ah the prospects do sound fun.

gill, you manic depressor, you. i think i like you already.

goldfinger

2006-01-27T00:44:00.000-08:00

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that
I would like to say to you
I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me

well if you ask me, moses schmoses is overpaid and given too much recognition. much like george bush. i don't know who he's kidding but the real prophets in this lifetime are the boys from oasis. ok, thing to do before i die: find liam and noel gallagher and ask them how they know so much about me.

drat, i feel like i'm being dragged beneath the surface and it leaves to be seen if i shall eventually surface for air. i'm drowning a midst all this hellfire. sweet mother of jesus, watch over us. everyone's dying, the fire's gone. send armaggedon along with instructions on how to get out.

{/edit}

oh fugnuts.
if the rumours are to be believed,
the bitch seems to have got there first.
cut me deeper, why don't you.
stop this mindless heartsong.
it was the one thing i wanted.
did you have to take that too?

and you,
you disappoint me.
maybe its time to for you to step off the pedestal.
you got into my head,
and boy, let me tell you,
you can make one hell of a mess.

stay away, gill.
your masochistic streak will bring your demise.
angel, don't set yourself up for heartache.

{/edit}

panic at the blood drive!

2006-01-21T21:10:00.000-08:00

a snoozy saturday afternoon at an undisclosed kopitiam in sunny singapore:

auntie one: "mei ge yue, wo you qu juan xue de!"
auntie two: "wah ni ze mo shan liang ah?"
auntie one: "ah norh! ze yang bu yong mai tampon mah!"

holy canoly.

if you are a dog, a cat, a macaroni, a shrimp, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and/or non-chinese and you did not get that, here's a direct translation:

auntie one: "i donate blood every month!"
auntie two: "wow, you are so kind!"
auntie one: "yes, this way i get to save on tampons!"

i repeat: holy smackeroonies.

note to self and anyone smart enough to heed my advice (which i strongly recommend): gill, even if you are dying, positively shrivelling from lack of blood or changing colour even, do not, i say again, DO NOT, accept blood donations from the red cross or whoever is in charge of that shiznit.

but however, on a scarier note:

how in blue blazes does she get the blood to the red cross :/

oh lordy, i wonder if there are sample cups and jam jars involved.

{/edit}

lordyyyy!
poot thinks that the auntie got the blood to the blood drive people either by using a funnel or vacuum cleaner. kill me already. you people are so weird.

{/edit}

remember the titans

2006-01-19T22:18:00.000-08:00

its nice to be back after such a long hiatus. you must have missed your daily diet of cool satire.

well, life's been treating me ok. the people are exceptionally nice and the school is a refreshing change. but i cant help but feel a little well, dry. it feels like this is a long camp and i'll be returning home soon.

the week's been an interesting one, with drama queen hissy fit moments, lim pek glory, art art art (:, trainings that leave you to return home feeling like you could throw yourself under a speeding bus just so you can close your eyes til forever, meeting up with old friends and the cold realisation that the friendship's turned sour.

yes sbh, i'm talking to you. i've been fed on a steady diet of your queer moodswings and emo moments and i've a feeling that i've just about had enough. find yourself a new crony friend, thank you very much. i'll be gone and will be leaving the position open to any knucklehead stupid enough to take up the job. good riddance to bad rubbish. if you are intending to come back, take a number and wait in line. i'll have my people call your people (oh wait you don't have any). well in that case, don't call me, i'll call you (when hell freezes over).

best friends and endless fun comes in all packages. be it poxy, short and adorable. (:

to noon:

the results of nearly two hours of stinking chinese language:

p.s: if you can't read the fine print, it says

this world is nothing but
cold hearts and colder cash.
i miss you noon :(
fools leave too soon,
hurrah for old friends!

:D

p.p.s: promise to meet up soon?

p.p.p.s: it's hard living without a steady supply of your chee ko pek jokes and exclaimations of "hot ass!" at every tom, dick and harry.

p.p.p.p.s: can you tell i miss my best friend yet? :(

song of the weary

2006-01-13T23:09:00.000-08:00

hey you, stay strong ok?
it'll pass.
dark clouds always do.
what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
you're strong, hang in there.
it'll get easier honey, i promise you.

you know where to find me.
much love <3

gilly willy = a shoulder for you to cry on when the handsome boys snub you.
(he wasn't that handsome anyway.)

i still wear your heart,
like a choker,
around my throat.

mockingbird wednesday

2006-01-10T22:34:00.000-08:00

!(#$#(!(*#(*$&(@*&

i got molested by some blasted chee ko pek today on the bus home! ugh. YINGS ARE YOU READING THIS!

there i was, innocently minding my own business, listening to taking back sunday, on the upper deck. then along comes this fat old chee ko pek, white singlet, beer belly and all. of all the seats to choose, he has to sit next to me. not only does he disturb my zen moment (what with the pitter-patter rain and the soothing sounds of the mad guitar riffs of taking back sunday and all), he puts his hand on my thigh and goes rub rub rub, stroke stroke stroke. shiver me timbers?!

"DUDE, GET YOUR F***ING HANDS OF ME, YOU FAGGOT!"

"hehehe huh? wo bu zi dao ni zai jiang shen mo leh!"

then the jackass moves his hand up up up to my shoulder and starts stroking my adidas bra strap. !((*$&(#*&(!*@&(&@*&#&^!

there was this hot guy sitting on the seat opposite the aisle next to mine, who heroicly got up and tried to come to my aid. gill, you damsel in distress, you. too bad he was too late and i decapitated the cheekopek before he got there.

"NABEI! BU YAO DONG WO LA, AH GUA!"

and since today was my lucky day (hurrhurr) and i happened to be eating old chang kee, i got up, brandished my pointy satay stick and proceeded to stab the chee ko pek in the gut. yay me! i so love old chang kee, not only do they have those tasty sotong balls, they also come fully equipped with power satay sticks. ah, the power of the human mind.

anyways, i got up and sat next to this other lady, who looked at me all sympathetically. oh and guess what, the story gets better. when i looked at that blessed satay stick, guess what i saw. blood. ooh. who knew i was such a muscle mary? canoe is heaven-sent i tell you.

mr farenheit reckons that the chee ko pek only felt me up because he was lonely. hello? am i missing something here? lonely?!?! eh, jackass, lonely go touch your mother ok. don't go putting your filthy hands on me, you walking piece of ghee. ooh lookie, i rhymed! talent, talent.

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anyhows,

Support The Timetable Liberation Front! We oppose the mass slaughtering of rainforests worldwide in support of the brainwashing of innocent yound minds! Come and be part of us today! Fold your timetables into paper aeroplanes and fly them out of the window! Set them free today!

AHAHAHAS. tan ying qi, you crack me up. i love you, you poopoohead! you are my cocaine! <3 go out again yeah?

life is good, appart from mr chee ko pek, course.

mrs chee ko pek, if you are reading this, might i suggest a good divorce lawyer?

bright eyes, bright eyes

2006-01-09T22:41:00.000-08:00

woe betide thee who doth stole my wallet!
pray by apollo, a pox be on thee!
thou art a very ragged wart!
thy innards shalt but rot, shame of thy mother's flesh!
may the heavens above beseech upon thee,
eternal damnation in the fiery chasms below!
shame upon on thy fathers!

as you can see from the above, i am going through what my mother calls my "shakespeare phase". how wonderful!

have a good hari raya (:

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quote of the day

after the Hottest Ass competition

muhammad says: "i'd like to thank my class, my ogls, my underwear, and my gorgeous ass. thank you thank you." -spanks ass

gay?

:DD

pee-ass: hey noon! i can't seem to tag your board! fix it like NOW! oh and go to my board h0N3YyXz (: miIe lURbEx eUu WorXx! <3

crash and burn

2006-01-07T23:32:00.000-08:00

flea market bargain hunting today with the choir gang. fun fun fun for the cheap cheap price of under twenty dollars! striped retro mod cool earrings, vintage coke bottlecap earrings and a grunge black lace one-sided earring for a steal.

bargain hunting is <3!

we're so going back in two weeks! next time i'm getting the same belt as you, yings! it's groo-veh! and yes, racho, its not gay, you ahbimahpoo! anyways, it was great seeing you people again! make sure it's not the last ok! i love you (:

a very long conversation with a certain poot was accertained that i am now ms farenheit, hottie extraordinaire (?!). long live mr and mrs farenheit.

and in other news: in loving memory of the good times that shall never end (hopefully).

gotta roll. catch you soon.

{/edit}

noon, just chill and cheer up ok?
we'll get through this.
you know where to find me! i'll be here!
love much, sugar! <3

{/edit}

little chicago

2006-01-05T22:36:00.000-08:00

yes hello. i am back. i know how you all have been dying to know how's life been treating me. well i still maintain my stand that life is a bitch of the first degree, but (yes, but) these few days have actually been uh .. bearable. ok good. not bad. yes.

anyway, back on track. the results of oodles of free time and nothing to do (bold means true, brackets are commens, gillian daniel style):

I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch much TV these days.
I love olives (excuse me, but eew).
I own lots of books.
I wear glasses or contact lenses (perfect!)
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I've watched porn movies.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy. (hello, if you tell me im fat, i will massacre you with my bare hands)
I curse sometimes.
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. (ni men quan bu dou bu liao jie wo! wo yao SI!!)
I'm TOTALLY smart. (duh?)
I've broken someone's bones.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
I hate the rain.
I'm paranoid at times.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have fresh breath in the morning. (who the hell has fresh breath in the morning?!)
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling. (don't remind me)
I was born in a country outside the U.S (oh thank god for that. if i had george bush for a president, i would fully kill myself with a large glass of rat poison. thank goodness for lee hsien loong.)
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. (how in blue blazes am i supposed to call you back!)
I like the way that I look. (notice that i have made bold only HALF the sentence, because its not always true.)
I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months. (sure, i told noon she looks hot with chicken pox. honey, you didn't really believe that bullshit, did you?)
I know how to cornrow.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I think prostitution should be legalized. (oh sure, this is exactly the sort of this that george bush would do. like freedom for the people or something.)
I think Britney Spears is pretty. (nope, now she's fat and probably has stretch marks from that stupid baby she had with K-Fed. ahem K-Fed, stick to being mr britney spears and leave the rapping to the real men, will you?)
Slept with a Suitemate.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I have a lot of friends.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I enjoy window shopping. (but of course, if you wanted to sponser my future window-shopping ventures, i wouldn't protest too much)
I would rather shop than eat.
I would classify myself as ghetto. (ghetto, my ass)
I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.
I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.
I don't hate anyone. (i hate you, george w. bush)
I just dislike someone. (i dislike you, george w. bush)
I 'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I currently like someone.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future. (yet again, bold only half. since i want an adopted maddox like angelina jolie the family wrecker. see earlier post)
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I am a member of the Tom Green fan club. (eew, tom green)
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
I have at least 5 away messages saved.
I have tried alcohol or drugs before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal.
When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.
I enjoy some country music.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza
I watch soap operas whenever I can.
I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all. (hey anyone who's the hot funk shiznit enough to be called wacko jacko is cool in my book ok?)
I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I have dated a close friend's ex.
I like surveys/memes.
I am happy at this moment. (then again, i'm almost always happy)
Democrat. (i'm liberal)
Conservative Republican. (i'm liberal, although i do have quite a few things to say about the current bush adminstration republicans)
I am punk rockish.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I can work on a car.
I love my job.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.
I believe in prophetic dreams.
Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went to college out of state.
I am adopted. (oh, i wish. it would be so cool. no offence to the paretal units of course)
I like sausages.
I am a pyro.
I love the Red Sox.
I have thrown up from crying too much.
I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.
I love kisses.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colors.
I love Dear Abby.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I think school is awesome. (half again)
I think pigtails serve a purpose.
I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing. (sure i do, i was bored)
I usually like covers better than originals.
I don't like multi-textured ice cream.
I think John Cusack is adorable.
I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.
I watch Food Network way too much.
I love coaching youth sports.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in. (journals are gay)
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century. (yes, now if i was born during the time of that schizo cheena king who liked fat women, it would have been so much more convenient)
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I know who Santos L. Halper is.
I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.
I love wrestling.
I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.
If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.
I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.
I like art.
I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made. (johnny depp is <3!)
I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.
I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.
I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products. (no comment necerssary)
I only clean my room when necessary.

cheers to you and have a good next few days. now if you'll excuse me, i have to sleep. eleven rounds around any track is enough make me dog tired, no matter how slow. so good night, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite (a certain poot insists that there are no bed bugs, only cockroaches that come out at night to nibble your eyelashes. all together now: "EEW?")

home is where the heart is

2006-01-02T23:35:00.000-08:00

hey there
morning glory,
come tell me,
what's your story.

few more hours to go now, wont be long now. god be with me.

for the time being, check us out at tai tais unite. also, keep checking back at the institution of lao ah peks, we will be updating soon. promise, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.

expect to hear my drama mama sob stories in the days to come. 'til then, ciao for now.

she's like heroin

2005-12-31T12:02:00.000-08:00

wow what a happy new year. if this is a taste of what is about to come, i can hardly wait. invisble friends, non-existent streamers and imaginary balloons, wicked it's time to par-tay! i fully intend to change into a full black outfit to properly mourn the coming of twenty oh six, spawn of the devil.

R.I.P : today we are gathered here to mourn the loss of two oh oh five, dear friend and beloved companion. thy memory shalt dwell in our heart of hearts forever more, come hail or hellfire. may thy beauty and spirit linger on this fragile earth, through the ages of masochistic decadence. rest in peace, dear one.

"Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
Psalm 23:6

ha indeed. don't look at me like that, sweets. that's what they always put in funerals and other dead man events. and since twenty oh five died, i thought it would be appropriate.

in loving tribute to what could have been:

those were the days.

its not very good and i'm not very proud, but ah what the heck. here's to old friends and fair nostalgia. promise you'll miss me as much as i'll miss you?

hello stranger,
will you be my friend?
i seem to know you,
mystery man.

2005-12-30T22:03:00.000-08:00

to the big man in the sky, his chorus of angels and whoever this may concern:

hey you up there, hello, my name is gillian. yes, please try to recall. i haven't heard from you in a long time and i was wondering if you have forgotten me. it's ok if you have, i'm getting quite used to it.

i just thought it's about time we re-establish our friendship and become penpals again. anyway, i was just told by a friend today that the year is coming to an end. i just want you to know i give you the full credit you deserve for making it quite spectacular. and i wanted to ask a favour of you: could you please make twenty oh six my new best friend? yes, thank you. i'd be eternally grateful.

oh could you possibly also maybe send me a few new friends via express mail? if you look through my files that i know your secretary angel has so carefully assembled in your humble abode that is heaven, you would know that i am not much one for loneliness.

thank for your time, and i sincerely hope you have not discarded this letter unopened into the fires down below. drat if you have.

xoxo your favourite teenage attention whore

ps. does heaven ever get boring?

pss. i'm sure it does. i mean daisy meadows, clouds, sunshine and angels for all of eternity must get a little boring.

psss. please correct me if i am wrong.

pssss. also, do you think you could write back? i think i'll quite lonely in the days to come.

broken-hearted cadillac

2005-12-28T23:26:00.000-08:00

yes i am back from a week long hiatus. settle down, settle down, no need to be excited. haha i know i promised shoutouts, but i've been busy (ok, lazy). soon ok? here are the photos with stringbeanie that day and here are the pictures with noon the karaoke queen.

christmas was good i guess, except for the lousy presents (lelong lelong anlene toothpick holder anyone?). i have also decided over this week, spent hanging around lots of snotty, grotty little toerag kids, that sometime in the distant future, i want a little kid. just a little kid, when he/she becomes around eight or so, i'll offer it for adoption, haha. angel, i'm afraid teenage angst brings a touch too much heartache.

i do hope khmer isn't passe. i want a maddox, thank you very much. although i have to say that a zahara would do the job just as well.

that angelina jolie is one hella lucky bi-yatch i tell you.

the wonder years

2005-12-22T23:49:00.000-08:00

well well. its the twenty secondth already. how did we get this far down the yellow brick road to hell? they say that every evil thought is a brick paved on the road to hell. maybe my past has come back to haunt me. maybe i've wished a touch too much bodily harm unto certain people. hmm, the thriving ahlian population for one. ok ok, i hear you oh holy one. i shall resolve upon thy yonder star to change. i shall be kinder to everybody starting two oh oh six. yes. angel, don't look at me like that.

i wonder who i'm kidding here.

watch this space for shoutouts coming soon. or as soon as i can whip my lazy behind into doing some serious soul searching to find the right things to say.

dorian gray

2005-12-21T12:57:00.000-08:00

hahahahaha oh lordy you have to see this! it's just so unbelievably precious. if you are anyone who's anyone, you will, in the next three seconds, start laughing until your eyeballs pop. ready for this visual feast?

gilly willy adopted a cute lil' pikachu fetus from fetusmart! hooray for pikachu!

hhahahahaha i told you so! a fetus pikachu! PIKACHU! hahahahahaha. i'm so sorry. i'm lauging my butt off now. i think i'll name it uh, johnson. hahaha! omg that's so hilarious. johnson the pikachu! hahahaha holy canoly i crack myself up.

oh lookie, gilly willy's the mommy of johnson the pikachu. haha i shall see if i can get noony to father it. haha how suh-weet!

johnson the pikachu!

like HAHA.

sticks and stones

2005-12-20T22:09:00.000-08:00

eeeuck. i am hungry and i need to sleeeeeeppp. my darling mother seemed to find it amusing to use brute strength to yank me out of bed at the unearthly hour of six thirty, just so we could go to tekka market at little india to buy mutton and spices for christmas (i know what you're thinking, mutton and christmas go together like tchaikovsky and limp bizkit. but i've got an indian grandmother who possesses some screwed up logic that we have to cook a hefty christmas lunch for her.) she, being the kiasu caper that she is, insisted we go super early to all the good meat cuts are gone. i tell you the kingpin of heaven has it in for me. when we left at like one? there were still all this huge hunks of dead animals everywhere still waiting for people to come and take them home. thanks a lot, mummy dearest.

uh excuse me? enlighten me as to which part of your little brain convinced you that i would find being forced out of my cozy little nest of a bed at six thirty in the morning and getting my pert (ahem) little (ahem x2) caboose dragged halfway across town to some halfway house for roadkill, fun? the market was this huge sprawling building that smelled to high heavens of prawns, fish, stinky mutton and chicken gizzards. like hello eww? the smell alone even cancelled out the nice quaint parts of the market like navigating between miniscule stalls stuffed chock a block with vegetables of every imaginable kind. oh yeah and then there are like these scary looking butchers chopping huge chunks of dead cow on these huge chunks of wood, like practically half a tree trunk?

ok someone please explain the phenomenon to me? geez. remind me never to marry a butcher. ok look if you are a butcher lookig for a matchmaking site and you typed "butcher and marriage" into the google search engine and this site popped up? i suggest you close it immediately. the only four ways to get me to marry a butcher:

4) be really really handsome. like jon johnson the butcher or brad pitt the butcher or something. brad pitt the butcher. ahhh.
3) you have to love me to pieces and like be willing to go to the ends of the earth for me or something (number four still applies)
2) be the son of a multi-million dollar meat empire

or of course

1) be ng noon ling (:

noon if you ever changed career choices on a whim from singer/songwriter/orchard-road-twenty-dollar-busker to a stinky mutton chopper, you should know that i'd still marry you in a heartbeat. even though you'd have to like use up your lifesavings so i can have my zoo wedding bash. heck i'll even bake you cookies.

:D

savage garden

2005-12-18T12:45:00.000-08:00

bush is an idiot of the first degree, if i may say so myself. latest thing in the sunday times today? the moron has authorized spying on his citizens, apparently to "stamp out terrorists". wow ok let's intrude upon the privacy of innocent civilians! after all you never know! your neighbour might be the head honcho of al qaeda! meathead.

read this it just cracks me up. shows just how thick the guy is. and this, if don't already hate george "dubya" bush, its about time you do.

"little did mommy know, i would grow up to be a dumbass."
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"oh lookie mommy! georgie's president now! see that's me on tv!"

wild wild heart

2005-12-17T21:44:00.000-08:00

uh oh i think this whole social reject threat thing is pulling a fast one over me. its only been two day since i last saw my friends and i already feel so lonely. actually no, that's not true. i saw siyi wiyi, gero and bee hoot today at canoeing. that was like what? ten hours ago? dang this is getting worse than i thought. gill you so need to walk down to the nearest life store and get yourself a life. preferably the type that everyone else has.

and it doesn't help that there's almost no one online right now. noony woony, where are you when i need you?

its official, loneliness is my greatest weakness. my mother spun some crap about how this is brought about by the fact that i am an extreme extrovert. according to her, extroverts draw energy from people around while introverts are self-sufficient. she says its unhealthy to be an extreme anything-trovert. yay. hey you up there, add an unhealthy to my ever-expanding list of flaws, why don't you? you know you want to, darling.

geez louise, yet another sign that i might not be as popular as i thought with the big guy up there. my whole body feels as though its been run over by a farm tractor over and over again. i want to slice my biceps, oh sorry i don't have any, arms i mean, open and stick salon pas all over it. thank you to the kingpin of heaven. i guess canoe and me go together like barney and a strip club. gill, let's face it, you're just not cut out to be a jock, sweetheart. do yourself and others a favour, how about that, and go join choir or library. a nice quiet activity that almost guarantees no physical activity, save yourself (and others) the embarrassment.

holy canoly, if two days of withdrawal from familiar faces can do this to me, i shudder to think of the state of entanglement i'll find myself in. approximately sixteen more days. i hope my buddy in the sky will find it in his heart of hearts to help me then. forget forget forget. what a scary word.

then
we kissed the skies
til sunbeams found us
blew smoke rings
up to the stars.

now
we feel in the dark
like we no longer remember.

ok well today's obviously not my day. nevermind gill, sit up straight and look sharp. oh and find someone to take you to that afforementioned life store. then again maybe that's too "extreme". go yourself. it's about time you get used to that, sugar.

pretty little things

2005-12-16T12:04:00.000-08:00

wednesday was as noon so creatively put it "one heck of a day". food food glorious food, mtv for hours on end, more food, habbohotel.com, still more food, swimming in your pe shorts, some more food, neopets, yet more food and even a little bryanboy action. haha tell me what can beat that?

"oopsy i think i did a poopsy."

full photos here for your viewing pleasure.

jea-orn, noony woony honey bunny and soh bee hoot the sea monster, gilly willy loves loves loves you to bits. hmm i wonder how i'm going to survive next near. uh uh gill, not the time for self pity.

here's another one for kicks:

bryangirl in the making?

<3>bryanboy

anyhows, come to my house again ah, you bunch of clowns. gill loves you.

pee-ass: by the way, i feel reassured. remember my last entry? the one where i was worth only two million bucks? well i have just learnt that noon is worth only about a million. HA! take that.

vanilla sky

2005-12-15T22:28:00.000-08:00

gilly willy is worth $2,211,522 on HumanForSale.com

kANnAsAIi AhHzZz __ $$ wah piang oeii $2 211 522 oni ah? qu si ba. haha, gill you ahlian. wait just a second, two million quid only? like hello? i am worth more than two point two million sheets of yusof-bin-ishak's-face-imprinted paper ok? lousy website. i just had to put it to fully express my outrage. two million my grandma's hand knitted mumu. yeah like whatEVvvv so check yourself and see just how WRONG it is. wrong wrong WRONG

well at least i'm not worth only something like $1 000 000. lord knows what i'd do if i was worth only one million bucks. this is how i see it, after this stupid stint with these stupid braces (i know!), i should have a perfect movie star million dollar smile. so if i have a million dollar smile, that million added up with the rest of **me** should give more than a mil right? right.

gill ah, you verbal diarrhoea ah?
yeah lorh, wah lao my mouth pain pain liao.
aiyah eat po chai pill lah.

holy canoly, i crack myself up. (8

heartbreaker

2005-12-12T12:19:00.000-08:00

a crazy day with serene "wah lao super cheena man!" seow is a quick fix for grief of all sorts.

there can only be one.

jacky o glasses, funky button ring, assorted candy and party favours and caffeine rush all for under thirty dollars. <3 bargain hunting right stringbean?

photos here for you stringbeanie seow. gill loves you.

:D

2005-12-11T22:34:00.000-08:00

as promised:

Top Ten Things Of The Year 2005 Part Two

5) Pig Of The Year

soh bee him, nothing to say.

4) Sex Icon Of The Year

playboy bunny anyone? this looks exactly like one of those sleazebag "outfits" at one of those equally sleazy "shops", if you get my drift. but still, hands off. look only, no touch. right honey?

3) Outfit Of The Year

the pinnacle of fashion success. the flawless hairdo, the snazzy ensemble, the come hither pose, wow my dear, you have done it indeed.

2) Heart Throb Of The Year

ooh don't you just feel your heart thump thump thumping? haha. tsk i can't help it. i have to show this. this is the number two heart throb of the year:

-drools

1) Photo Of The Year

this one takes the cake. it'a a treasure of a find and rightfully belongs on the gillian daniel wall of fame.

well that's that. thanks to the people who told me this one heck of a post. i love you too, you madcaps haha. i think i like putting up photos. more photos next time! (:

catch you soon!

2005-12-10T00:59:00.000-08:00

The Top Ten Things Of The Year 2005 Part One

10) Hangout Of The Year

all hail guilin jing, epitome of chinese culture. i love it love it love it. where else am i supposed to find lifts that resemble one of those fancy chinese restaurants with names like prosperity garden, giant lion stone statues and bonsai trees galore? eh honey ah, after our wedding bash at the zoo, can i move in with you? i mean that's one phat pad you got there man.

9) Monster Of The Year

ah! help me! mommy! the monster's going to get me! haha that's noon by the way. honey, you monster you.

8) Pose Of The Year

hahhahahahahhaha. this one's a real gem. it has been creatively titled by noon... Ahlian Alien. need i say more? ah painstaking attempts at ahlianhood is such a great way to spend your day.

7) Idol Of The Year

with that dazzling smile, that sensuous pose, that fantastic ensemble, _____ (fill in the name yourself because i forgot and don't give a flying napkin dispenser anyway) is an idol indeed. ok who am i kidding. he? idol? nuh uh. this is the REAL idol of the year, my friends:

mmmm. yummeh. hehe.

6) Chee Ko Pek Of The Year

wow this picture just screams "wah bao bei! ni shiok shiok ah!" this is perversion personified, people.

haha ok for now. part two coming on later. i'm dog tired and this is taking too long. see you later, alligator.

angela's ashes

2005-12-08T23:06:00.000-08:00

ah dang. i was just mindlessly channel surfing and stumbled across the miss world pageant. is it just me or does it seem as though there is a miss something-or-other every month or so? poooeh. i feel like taking all the miss whatevers by their fragile bony shoulders and shaking them. don't you know that parading around in itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikinis can put someone with "issues" like me into chronic depression? oh eew. miss malta reminds me of my grand auntie. and and miss portugal has hair that looks like my grand aunty's poodle. hahahahaha now that's funny. yugh hot damn, miss sweden is pretty. ah i feel the depression sinking in. this calls for a channel changeeeee.

i think there's something wrong with me. i've recently developing an odd fetish for zebra stripes. i want an animal print collection! (note: animal print, not animal fur. i disapprove of the mass slaughtering of innocent animals for their fur just to keep some fat old tai tai, with enough cellulite to build a small house, warm.) so far, i've already got nine west zebra striped ballet pumps, a guess by marciano zebra striped belt and a zebra print beanbag chair from lifestorey. yay. its so funkay! ok shut up gill, you're having a serious case of verbal diarrhoea here.

speaking of couture, yay i love bryanboy! even if he is a fag, i'm hooked. go see go see www.bryanboy.com i do however, frown upon his promotion of fur wearing. trust me bryanboy, after your passing, you will spend all of eternity being haunted by the spirits of the cute furry mammals you massacred with your bare hands. ok not really your bare hands, but really its people like you who ensure demand for animal fur. mark my words, bryanboy.

"Yes, girls, get ready to lose an hour of your life clicking around this site. Paris Hilton has been reincarnated as a gay, asian twink." Queerty.com

"Site to Behold: Vulgar, garish, brassy and rude, Bryanboy is absolutely fabulous."-Manila Bulletin

(:

the ladykillers

2005-12-07T20:10:00.000-08:00

oh did i tell you? yesterday i was messing around in the storeroom/wine cellar room/bomb shelter whatever downstairs and i stumbled across this huge box full of my dad's old memorabillia. i like the word memorabilia. rhymes with paraphernalia. (the spelling's perfectly correct, you don't have to check. hee.)

anyway as i was saying, i found my dad's old junk back from like the swingin' 60s and early 70s. whoa apparently, in the height of his heyday, the dude was like this "rocker" complete with studded belts, long dread-locked hair and the works, who's guitar and drumsticks shadowed him like an injured puppy. there were all these photos of him and his band, the ladykillers (oh lordy! kill me please?), "rockin and rollin" and stuff. worse, there are even these airhead groupies. groupies. god. and since its the sixties, the groupies are of the bell-bottom pants, platform shoes, polka dots, jacky o glasses, flower power hippie variety. but the thing that cracked me up real bad was this photograph of him. some hippie chick cut her face out from another photo and pasted it next to his and wrote "PAT I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!" (my dad's name is patrick. god patrick the rocker. that's just wrong.) shiver me timbers. looking at him now, i mean whoo. aren't ageing rockers supposed to be like ozzy osbourne? daddy dearest is un-rocker as can be. he's like this sweet old geezer with a couple of spare tires and a heart of gold. plus he plays golf in checkered burberry pants and georgio armani sunglasses. classic fuddy duddy sugar daddy material. huh? maybe its because he sold out and gave up his "rocker" days for a scholarship to oxford. geek.

saint jimmy

2005-12-04T23:57:00.000-08:00

poooeh i was just trying on the stuff i got in kl and ick. i am so losing the battle of the bulge. now now if you are one of those skinny type chicks who have "issues" with their image, please dont lampoon me with comments like "gill! its ok la! i'm very faaaattt tooo!!" then proceed to add a "- prods fat thighs" or a "*stomach wobbles*" after that or i swear i will fully go postal. chances are most probably, you mofos have:

a) flat washboard stomachs
b) miniscule slender thighs
c) perfect shapely arms
d) a little non-jelly butt
or
e) all of the above

me, on the other hand, tsk tsk. my wonderful butt has a life of its own, everywhere it goes its as if a spotlight is shining on it, people gasp in shock at its gargantuan proportions. tut tut, lets say you were to stand at the right end of my butt. from where you were standing, you would not be able to see the other end, i tell you. and my thighs, you could set a fitness regime to it. jog halfway around it and you would fully pass out from sheer exhaustion and die from extreme dehydration. of course if you do make it around, you're weight will take quite a little dip and you'll be all pre-cocaine kate moss waif for life. then my stomach whoa. it sits pretty like a king, in all its four layered splendour, a-wobbling as though its life depended on it.

but ah, according to my mother, i should be proud of my (fat) figure. and to that i say:

"what figure, my good woman?"

yeah well maybe i was born during the wrong era. like you now back in olden day china there was this schizo emperor who liked his women fat and blubbery. mmhmm barking, but ah, it does wonders for my self-esteem. who knows maybe fat will be in fashion again in a couple of years, in full force. (eh dont laugh and shoot me down in my time of joy la)

right so who needs rock hard abs when you can have a glorious round four fold stomach? yeah i hear diesel arms and thunder thighs are all the rage now. ah and big butts are icons! i mean look at jennifer lopez. that woman has a butt like a house and people still love her (and the butt). so in conclusion.... i am fat! oh god all that self-convincing didnt work! i am faaattttt! what am i going to dooooo! no amount of crunches and squats can help! ah and christmas is coming!! oh no die ah. maybe i should turn vegan in the spirit of chirtmas. whatever. i should fully migrate to west america where ronald mcdonald is like the jesus of surburbia, worshipped by all. i should fit right in with all the mickey D radicals with their xxxxl clothes, seeing as how i'm no xs myself.

ugh this is depressing. i gotta roll, see if i can feed the fishes or something to lift my spirits. actually some remy martin chocolate pralines will do the trick just as well. hmm. well catch ya soon, posse.

sliver

2005-12-03T12:35:00.000-08:00

after so long, i still think this is a priceless exchange.

idiot: "sugar sugar how you get so fly?"
genius: "i drink red bull."
idiot: "huh?"
genius: "rrrrrred bull gives you wings!!"

yay me.

monochrome friday

2005-12-02T07:51:00.000-08:00

four days in kl and home seems mighty fine. it was supposed to be four days of hardcore retail therapy but it yielded not very promising results. unfortunately, i returned with not much:

1) brown guess shirt (haha noon!)
2) topshop skirt
3) kate spade mauve new age venus paua shell earrings

and upon parental insistence and against self objection and protest

4) a little denim and red leather logo-a-gogo purse with shiny clasps from guess by marciano

and my personal favourite

5) nine west white and dark brown zebra striped ballet pumps

after four days, sad i know. but there was not much choice, seeing as how thousand dollar versace pants arent quite my thing. huh. by the way the guess purse/handbag, if i do say so myself, is a miniscule, sleek, classy disaster. i so hate logo-a-gogo. like give me the hundred bucks up front, why dont you, i'd rather have a hundred plates of mee pok from the school canteen.

aww noony woony honey bunny i missed you too!

i hate road trips. five hours in a car squashed between my grandma and brother just doesnt agree with me. did i mention the beds at ritz carlton sucked? mmhmm. i need to get some sleep. yeah.

igby goes down

2005-11-25T22:48:00.000-08:00

father time, will you turn and walk the other way?

gone are the days of orange bowl,
fair nostalgia, she's taken her toll.
"tuck in your shirt!" screams alan ho,
mighty mr manhunt, on the go.
mep room and ballerina wong,
loo dan and mee pok, all for a song.
bookshop auntie, uncle mobeen,
staircase mirrors, where we preen.
wen shi classes, hear us snore,
soh chung wei shrieks, "talk somemore?!"
bible readings and assembly,
seven o clock, god i'm sleepy!
simple in virture, steadfast in duty,
shen ni ge la wo ai ni!

i think i ... miss school (!!)

; phantasmagoria

2005-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:00

eew sorry i just saw something so earth-shaking, i just feel so compelled to write it down. i always was a sucker for the "say-what-you-feel" deal. right so moving on, i was just watching the 2005 33rd annual american music awards on star world. and guess who freakin' pops up, but sweet hilary duff. ah, blooming pop princess make the world such a beautiful place. the chick was blatantly singing her little heart out about the beat of her heart or something. you know it strikes me unfair that she gets to be some ahem singing sensation ahem at the age of eighteen. that means she'll retire young, maybe jetset around the world or something. all when the rest of us will spend our lives here, then die nobodies.

so anyway, the sweet as pie blond bombshell sauntered on stage in an all-black oh-so-punk getup, complete with a ripped black micromini and some sort of tacky platform heels with weird slits. the sad ensemble just screamed "look at me! i am finally developing a personality! yay me! whoo i am a punk princess now. yeah you go something to say about that hmm?" poor thing. i tell you this is all that joel madden's doing. she hooks up with him, loses oh i dont know, twenty or so pounds, gets herself some black eyeliner and dies her wardrobe black. whoohoo. all hail the new queen of the damned. if there's one thing i cant stand more than a pop princess, its a pop princess turned wannabe punk. besides punk's dead, everyone knows that.

well i dont know, maybe its just me. maybe pop princesses really arent that bad. maybe they are wonderful and talented and blah. yeah whatever. anyway it was like all these talented people making music at the american music awards, you know the people with real voices. then little ms duff struts on and its like spot the difference.

wow anyway i got to roll. ive got places to go and people to meet. although i know its hard to do, dont miss me too much yeah? well catch you around then. capisce?

cloud nine

2005-11-23T21:25:00.000-08:00

well well, these two days have been grrrreeatt! whoo i love my friends. do you realise that i hardly ever do the normal accepted thing of blogging about my day? the "wow today was good. i went shopping with xyz and she is so funny. haha" thing. come let me make an attempt to be normal and tell you about the past two days.

yesterday was a funky funky day with jea-orn and gracie wacie!! yay i love my friends. noony woony, as usual played us out and didnt show. huh she says its all her mummy dearest's doing. anyway it was supposed to be a day of bowling (for them, i mean. i dont bowl, i just embarress myself and cause accidents). but jea-orn was so late as usual that we ended up blowing the bowling and just walking around aimlessly instead. you want to know why the silly girl was late? she was watching madeleine (its this cartoon about this stupid french girl and her stupid dog. apparently they were solving some stupid mystery about the missing bread or something. huh. "but gilli-orn! i had to see who stole the bread what!"). so that was byebye to the bowling and we ended up walking for miles under the rain so that grace could register for her theory exam. then we walked around aimlessly and hung out in starbucks for an hour before deciding to catch just like heaven. then after the movie we were supposed to roll along home but somehow we ended up eating cheap plastic-y noodles at some sub-standard noodle place. ah the ultimate tacky high. after which gracie wacie dragged us to her dance class place and we ended up watching the class for another hour and pigging out on candy empire. that was seriously fun. especially when jea-orn got busted for trying to follow along the steps outside the studio without paying. haha see jean? i told you so. oh also did i tell you? we were struting up and down suntec and we saw this photographer dude with his tripod camera and stuff. jea-orn immediately went "ooh! let's spoil the picture gilli-orn!". im not going to lie to you. i saw the camera, i saw the tripod, i saw the guy's finger on the catch, i saw the possibilities. so being the camera whore that i am, i ran for my life. and with all the grace of a galloping gazelle, lept into the air in front of the camera in a star jump, with a crazy grin plastered on my face. sad to say, i was rewarded for my efforts with only an irritated look and a full ten minutes or so of endless laughter from my dear friends who seemed to find my extreme need for attention absurdly ammusing. huh so anyway i ended up rolling home around eleven at night, stuffed full of candy empire and bad noodles.

today was fun too. haha well i was supposed to go to the dentist and inflict more torture upon myself. but somehow after an sms therapy psycho session, noony woony broke free of her mother's grasp. harry potter booya. well they cut out a lot of parts but it was good i guess. i'd take any number of hours as long as i get a nice little piece of cedricccc. aww poor noon's tear
ducts went into overdrive when swoon-worthy cedric went horizontal and could no longer smite with his dazzling smiles. ah bless him. hmm i there's a j k rowling foundation or something i can write to. afterall you'll find that i can be quite persuasive, if need be. maybe i can convince her to bring cedric back to life in the seventh book. that way we'll all get to see cedric again in a couple of years time. yay!

yay! gilly willy is happy wappy!

love affair

2005-11-21T12:47:00.000-08:00

sam i am eats green eggs and ham.

haha i just realised that even after all these years, i still havent got over my love for dr seus. i love his way with words. the cat in the hat. how cute. i want a summer fling with dr seus! only there are problems:

1) he's probably an old fart
2) he's probably married with kids
3) its not summer, now is it?

byebye hopes, byebye dreams. ah, woe is me. oh and by the way, people have been asking what i meant (in one of my earlier rants) by et tu, brute? sigh its sad being generation y. "et tu, brute?" is a quote from shakespeare's julius caesar. it means "you too, brutus?". he said it before he died when he found out brutus betrayed him, but go read the play. its good.

"the fault, dear brutus, is not in our stars. "

gorgeous no? here's another one.

"by the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes.
open locks, whoever knocks."

ah, the joys of shakespeare. now tell me, have i achieved my target of sounding snooty and high-classed? ooh, wry. i like that. gill, there's hope for you yet.

[the spill canvas

2005-11-20T22:01:00.000-08:00

hmm i think im psychic. ive been having these weird dreams lately that have ended in on of the following:
1) screaming blue murder
2) laughing like a maniac
3) crying my eyes out
4) reciting self-penned poems over and over and over

look at this, its one of my dream poems. as in the poem i woke up reciting not the poem of my dreams, if you can tell the difference.

searching for utopia
sitting on the edge of hope
looking through the telescope
at a world looking back at me
from the wrong side of eternity
and the only clue that i can find
is a world i've left behind.

moving further from the light
pray lie silent, still as night
like the winds that howl for him
i lose myself on a whim
my words, take heed
for this is nought but my creed.

hmm now what do you think this means? i have no clue. oh and by the way, i added the title afterwards. thought it fit the subject of my dream, which i am not at liberty to discuss cos noon would slay me alive.

huh i hope this dry spell ends soon. its sad to think i can only come up with some low-class poetry in my sleep. it all started on that day. day 26% as i call it. yes ever since day 26% i havent been able to paint a decent picture, write an acceptable poem or story or whatever. not to mention i cant seem to play chopin or debussy or janacek or brahms or yeah you get the picture. lets not even go there.

ugh. that day my parents took me to lim's art and living in hopes that i would take a look at all their wonderful christmas stuff, get inspired, take their budget and make the house razzle dazzle, sparkle and shine for jesus's birthday. too bad i stood there, gawking at all the tinsel and pointsettias, until this cute sales guy was like "mam you need some help? are you malay? these are christmas decorations, by the way." depressing really. i hate it when people call me mam. makes me sound like some fat matron.

do yourself a favour, don't call me mam. not unless you would like some intimate time with a nice fat lawsuit. i know the law doesnt support my case, but im smart. im sure i can find a loophole of some sort. yes. good. now if you havent already seen from this post, ive lost my flair for writing too. dang, excuse me while i weep buckets, would you?

et tu, brute?

2005-11-18T23:48:00.000-08:00

hmm you know after all this time, ive found that i like making lists. yes, the perfect way to pass the time. not to mention i think i have quite a flair for making lists, as far as list wizardry goes. so apparently this week i have found out just how much my name stinks. geez louise, call a kid gillian and you must as well brand her for life, why dont you? anyway here is my most recent masterpiece, To Torture A Child And Make Him/Her Suffer For A Lifetime, Name Him/Her:

5) Romeo
gill says: poor kid. chances are, this being sunny singapore, the kid's mum is an ahsoh. no one's ever going to call him RRRomeo. its always going to be "LOMEO ahh! ni zai na li!!!!" besides, david beckham's kid is called romeo. romeo beckham. -shakes head.

4) Dwanye
gill says: disaster, disaster. dwayne reminds me of a one of those construction cranes used for lifting heavy loads. besides, that fat wrestler what's his name? oh yeah the ROCK (the name just screams "look at me! i am stupid!" doesnt it?). the rocks real name is Dwayne Johnson. nuff said?

3) Dwight
gill says: huh i think names that start with DW are bound to end up wrong. actually if humanly possible, dwight is may be even worse than dwayne. a kid called dwight is like a kid with a giant flashing signboard hanging over his head reading "I SURRENDER MYSELF TO YOUR BULLYING. PICK ON ME FOR I AM THE ALMIGHTY DWIGHT!" poor baby. have pity, future parents of tomorrow, dont call your kid dwight.

2) Philemon
gill says: i am serious. there's a kid called philemon (phil-a-men) in my brother's class. cat high, cat high. home of the festering oddball kids. philemon. huh maybe its a tribute to thomas a. edison. like you know filament? philemon? lightbulbs? haha.

1) Clovis Mah Hock Boon
gill says: hahahahaha! all time record breaker. yet again one of my brother's classmates. i really dont need to say why this it is torture to be called clovis mah hock boon do i? any name with hock is guaranteed to be bad. hock hock, ah hock! than add a boon, a mah and a (geez louise what were mr and mrs mah thinking) clovis and you got yourself a recipe for disater. all hail clovis mah hock boon, champion of champions.

mmhmm, well i dont have a lot of time on my hands, so i am unable to make a top ten list. so sorry. apparently my ahlian list worked wonders and people have been pestering me to do another one. so yeah coming up next: gill's Top Ten Things For Grown-up Ahbengs To Do. all hail me.

oh for the record gill's current Name of the Month is: Esme Gigi Genevieve Squalor. i got it out of the lemony snicket book, a series of unfortunate events. isnt it absolutely razzle dazzle? wow its got oomph yeah? and a nice ring to it.

well see you soon. watch this space if you are an ahbeng looking for job ideas. gill's Top Ten Things For Grown-up Ahbengs To Do is coming soon to a computer near you! until then: God bless the queen!

shadow pantomime

2005-11-16T18:43:00.000-08:00

dreams that scar like screams,
flings and rings,
speeches like fresh peaches,
hunger and a huge blunder,
shrouds of pure white clouds,
and sweet nostalgia, she gleams like a tear

oh yes the day has been great, thank you very much.

mardi gras

2005-11-15T22:43:00.000-08:00

if you'll excuse me i just had a random thought, i was just watching the news and the princess of japan looks like she has downs syndrome. oh and her husband-to-be is a neanderthal. geez louise, if i was a princess, i would so not give up my royalty for that meathead. so not. well i guess love works in strange ways. huh.

now you see,
ladies and gentlemen,
i was just thinking.
if my life was a canvas
and my friends, the colours,
what would you get
if you took the colours away?

oh wait. you HAVE to check this out before you leave. honey, im talking to you. ((:

~** m iIe LuRrBeXX eUu 184 bAoBEIzXX!! ___ %

i just had to put this up. its just too adorable. in case you didnt know, that's us pretending to be lesbos.

the cul-de-sac

2005-11-15T01:39:00.000-08:00

well the news officially out my fans (note the use of fans instead of friends, yes that should tell you something), i, gillian daniel, am officially a failure. one of those rejects whom god took one look at back when it all began and wrinkled his holy nose in disgust before saying "loser" to the angel in charge, who stamped the word upon my forehead, a burning red "LOSER" in all its flashing glory, before sending me down to earth, to begin my life as a loser with no cause, a talentless bum with no lamentable talent so to speak of. hmm seriously i have no talent, like real talent, like picasso with his world of cubes and matisse with his fauvism and degas with his ballerinas. seriously. let me spend a minute or two reflecting on what talent i have.

------reflection period-------

wow i say. i am pathetic. the only thing i can think of at my current moment of manic depression is as my cousin is always telling me "wah lao your tongue damn sharp ehh. you tok samore i blunterrrrn it on a stone ahh. i velly got muscle one eh" mmhmm. arent i pathetic? lets put his words in more poetic and literary way shall we? yes hmm. ah, i possess the gift of uncanny socio-political satire. in layman's terms (or in other much more simple words, for all you illiterates who consider this your favourite haunt), my tongue is poison and there's nothing i enjoy more than taking people apart with it. now now but dont come up to me and say something like "wah laozzz! say peeper say yoursewf la! chee bye lang" because heaven knows i spend half my life taking myself apart, thus the reason for my lower-than-normal self esteem. wait actually i think my socio-political satire is more like social satire, minus the political part. i am quite newspaper savvy, i know that political commentaries would probably land me in jail, so i think i'll stick to the social satire for now. ok lets put my "talent" into good use and try to find a bright side to my current depressed state brought about by the threat of social rejection and a sad lack of a niche area of sorts. ok so this might sound a little nuts as i am pretty much talking to myself and picking myself apart piece by piece. so at the moment:

1) food kind of makes me sick at the moment
gill says: well that's kind of a good thing. see maybe if i dont eat, there might be a huge dip in my weight and start looking like kate moss pre-cocaine. and who knows, someday i might achieve my dream of becoming a supermodel like giselle bundchen and heidi klum. not that i actually harbour such dreams. its just the social satire talking here.

2) i dont sleep so well
gill says: well at least now i can watch more night time television. though late night television usually involves lousy day time soap operas such as days of our lives. but maybe i can use the extra time to exercise or something, like go running. it might help me in my long term target of winning the battle of the bulge. oh and theres absolutely no one to fight with for possession of the remote control. yes.

3) i am experiencing an excess of mental anguish
gill says: this could be a good thing gill. think about it. mental anguish equates to creative impulse gill. and with creative impulse, masterpieces are born. like van gogh and his sunflowers and edvard munch (mooonk not munch by the way) and the scream. see? its all good.

yep so anyways, my social satire is all tired out, no pun intended (get it? satire? tire? no? oh well. the illiteracy rates are a-rising. sigh young people nowadays.). so ive decided to get a move on and move my sorry state of manic depression and self-pity somewhere else and bore some other people. by the way, i am also drunk and hung up on caffeine while we are on the subject of pity. the result of the two vodka cranberries, a kahlua and black coffee my also underaged neighbour bummed for me off his dad's birthday party when he saw me bumming around the neighbourhood, looking all depressed and chasing after my missing rabbits. but yeah, thats another story for another time. hmm, what shall i do now? maybe vandalise my parents car or something. show them that i fully blame them for my new state of social rejection. yes that sounds good right?

yeah so in case you didnt know, i was elvis for talent time and i am leaving the building. boo yeah. all out.

"IM A SOOOOOUUUULLL MAAAAANNNN"

sorry that's just the alcohol talking there.

hook, line and sinker

2005-11-09T19:18:00.000-08:00

ever wondered what happens when ahlians grow up? maybe they become contemporary jazz musicians, yoga gurus and professors of fauvist art. yeah and maybe i am helena bonham carter. i bet those ahlians never even heard of henry matisse. no actually on second thought, they probably think matisse is the guy who sells takopachi at bugis, but i digress. anyway just for kicks, here's Gill's Top Ten Things For Grown Up Ahlians To Do:

1o) karaoke queen
9) chase after bae yong joon with brand's chicken essence and when you finally catch him, force him to sign your bra with the message: to **xiaojiaa~~, beST fAnZz forEvAzZ %
8) this fashion salesgirl
7) barber (note the use of barber as opposed to hairstylist or hairdresser)
6) owner of a mamashop at some void deck that sells jack and jill potato chips five years past expiry date, malboro lights and yakult in scary fridges.
5) channel 8 actress who aspires to win best actress at the annual star awards
4) project superstar winner
3) beautician at thos places in the market that offer mole removal, acne wipe outs and eyebrow trimming services
2) sell old chang kee at far east
1) marry the ba chor mee man and become tao kay neo

i can just see noon whining at me "but honey! where is prostitute?! i thought that is number onezz?! and bargirl! bargirl osoxx! aiyah you lousy lahzz!!"

haha see the results of too many vodka chocolates and starbucks expressos? by the way, i think star awards are a wash out ok. if you are really that talented at acting, you would be getting a real gold statuette of a man i assume is the great oscar at the oscars with johnny depp. not getting a faux gold plated metal shooting star thing at the star awards with jack neo. ok so since i have nothing better to do anyway, let's plan the what's left of my day shall we? ok well i'll go grab some dinner, catch one tree hill and get myself one nice little serving of chad michael murray, watch amazing race and laugh at the fat paolo mother, then watch csi miami at ten and eat joo he (cuttlefish, in case you were wondering) then do something else. oh yeah then before bed, i have to send my honey a goodnight message. she says i have to work harder if i want the relationship to work. wow commitment really takes a big part of you, you know. but as they always say, love is uncomplaining. haha.

noon ahhs, you got any wang wangs to spare? :DD

annie get your gun

2005-11-08T01:14:00.001-08:00

well the holidays so far have been hazy. i cant seem to remember what i did. hmm lets see: clowning around with the honey, being a complete moron with the honey, packing the calories with the honey, writing stupid songs with the honey, attending english remedial (!) crash courses for english illiterates with the honey, trying guitars with the honey, laughing my butt off with the honey, and ok wow i sound so desperate. but its not my fault im smitten. well ive also gone uhh canoeing. yes canoeing. me. gillian daniel. in a canoe. with a paddle thing. in a lifevest. out in the water. run for cover people, cos whenever gill's around, pandemonium has a nasty habit of following. today two thirds of the young zoo explorers (guys, we need to change our name man, its so lame.) came over to play cluedo, swim in their pe shorts, get drunk on vodka chocolates with real liquid vodka centers, get fat eating ovatine crackers with chocolates on top, watch garfield the movie and proclaim that noon my honey looks exactly like garfield the fat orange cat. we really missed our noon and jingo. huh jingo. what's up with you man? jingo's gone effectively AWOL this holidays. i just cannot get her to do stuff with us. well i have envisioned four possible scenarios:

1) she apparently has a really large social circle
2) she has got a new boyfriend
3) she is out of the country
4) she has dropped me like a hot potato and severed all ties with me since as of next year, gillian daniel will officially be some sort of social reject.

hmm i sincerely hope that its anything but option 4). oh wells. oh check this out. the fruits of our labour. ng noon ling and gillian daniel present you with our first hit single, can i eat your toufu.

can i eat your toufu

Hey baby you look so fine
So my CCB will whine
For your toufu girl
You got me in a whirl
Yeah my CCBye
Is in a toufu high
So baby baby
Can i eat your toufu tonnniiiiiggghhhhttt.

My CCB will sing
For a toufu fling
Girl my eyes see stars
But not from diamonds or cars
Girl its the thing you do
With your hot toufu
So baby baby
Can i eat your toufu tonnnnniiiiggghhhtt.

two words: pure genius. dang we so rock. well actually we sort of got another song, but noon made it so sick and vulgar, its not printable here, to protect the modesty of the innocent young things that haunt this place.
p.s. if you cannot for the life of you figure out what CCB stands for, give us a buzz, we'll be happy to enlighten you innocent young things.

hey noon, you are my love kamikaze honey <3
i lUrbBE eUU woRRxX!! ___##

/. smoke screen

2005-11-01T01:16:00.000-08:00

the year's officially over. its time to pack up and say your goodbyes. soon we will all be putting up our christmas trees and pretending its all good, maybe smile a little, eat some cookies, sing along to a few cheesy christmas carols. all i want for christmas is my two front teeth. pity i already have my two front teeth, thank you very much.

i love christmas, but christmas here is commercial. what other country has christmas decorations that feature the powerpuff girls in santa costumes? how original. i wonder where all the snow and the angels and the lights disappeared to. and by lights i don't mean those tacky lightbulb chain thingamajigs that they wind around every single tree and weave with huge gold bows so they glow really bright and you can see them from half a mile away.

so we'll all eat a little turkey (at least i will anyway), rip a few presents, wish a few people merry christmas, tell our children that the stuff in their stockings really did come from santa claus, then its off to a whole new year. great. i can't wait. the longest i can last before i crack under the pressure of wanting the new year to come around and finally show its ugly face is oh, i don't know. let's give a rough estimate of uhh, a hundred and fifty years? yes. good. by that time i'll be dead anyway. so it'll all be good right? yeah sure baby, whatever gets your groove.

when i was a little girl,
i used to wait up for the man they called santa.
i used to wish that i could hear
the sound of reindeer hooves on the roof,
the sound of wrapping paper crinkling,
and the sound of santa squeezing through the window.
then one christmas, when i was four,
all i saw was my dad,
trying to be quiet
as he slipped a bag of cookies,
into my rabbit stocking.
it was then that i realised
that it was all a scam.
they lied.
i love christmas.

slice, dice and a head full of lice

2005-10-29T01:46:00.000-07:00

believing is over-rated.
you'll only end up with a fistful of fluffy nothing.

glitter. flitter. shimmer. glimmer.
welcome to tinseltown, baby
la la land,
the stuff dreams are made of.
all hail, thy sweet sweet
hollywood.

pretty vegas ;

2005-10-24T21:11:00.000-07:00

me: "let's go steal the old man's car."
him: "we'd get arrested for Grand Theft Auto."

story of my life.

and she came and she stained

2005-10-23T16:03:00.000-07:00

so today i met my family after church for a nice innocent little lunch at the club right? sicc with the pretty rolling golf hills and cute little golf buggies, supposed to be nice and peaceful right? nope, wrong. cos the moment i entered the restaurant i was lampooned by somebody's huge family reunion, complete with the shrieking aunties with their fake louis vuitton bags and the ahpeks stuffing their faces with spring rolls and siew mais. and i try to push my way through the throng of people, to find the rest of the daniel family clan right? cos afterall, all i want to do really, is get myself some handmade noodles (banmee?) minus those nasty ikan billies and some chin chow, then go home and watch csi supreme sunday on axn right? but no. immediately i am latched onto by a whole bunch of ahsohs, all proclaiming how pretty i have become, and there i am thinking "hello? i don't even know you? i am sure this little family thing you are having is nothing short of a blast but can you please leave innocent by-passers alone?" then this fat auntie, who's no kate moss by the way, comes a-waddling over, shouting "wahh!! siok may ahh! you put on so much weight ahh? wahh look! your backside so big!! next time can have many children one!!" then proceedes on to examine my butt and proclaiming its glory. so i am there going "I AM NOT SIOK MAY!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! ARE YOU MAD?" luckily i get rescued by this taitai dressed to the nines in chanel and gucci and manolo blahniks who points me to this sign "amanda's first month celebration". so i think "great! just great! god bless amanda!" and push my way past them to my family, and order myself my banmee, thinking that all the excitment is over. but of course, me being me with my bad luck. this little kid right, rushes past me, holding his plate of food (imaginitively titled mulan's fried rice, i kid you not). then he knocks smack-dab into a waiter and guess what happens to mulan's fried rice? thats right. topple! all onto gill's beloved converses. who'd have thought that fried rice stains right? apparently it does, so now the denim has this lovely crescent-shaped ketchup stain on it. great. thank you amanda, for having your one month bash the same day i came to have lunch. ok so i must be some sort of magnet that attracts trouble, cos the exciting chronicles of gill does not end here! no! there's more! as i was leaving, i passed the same taitai who saved me from the aforementioned ahsohs before, proudly holding this pink bundle aloft, like it was an olympic gold medal for pole vauting or something, which i presumed to be the famous amanda. so when i was nearly out of firing range, this amanda, she starts bawling all of a sudden at the top of her lungs, scaring some auntie, returning to her seat from the buffet table, with her self-made laksa. so fill in the blanks, what happens next? thats right. the laksa goes a-spilling down the front of my shirt, making this stain shaped sort of like the state of oklahoma. wonderful. god bless amanda, may she have a long and prosperous life.

let's see if i can put this into a song, shall we? a barry manilow song. yes.

mandy (original version)
Oh Mandy well,
You came and you gave without taking,
But I sent you a-wa-ay.
Oh, Mandy well,
Kissed me and stopped me from shaking,
And I need you to-da-ay.
Oh, Mandy!

lame i know, but it should work.

manda (gill's version)
Oh manda well,
you came and you gave me a sta-ain,
it's from a bowl of laksa.
oh manda well,
you screamed and i got a sta-ain
it looks like o-kla-ho-ma.
oh manda!

i am such a genius, really.

a wake up call spat out from within the fiery chasms of hell

2005-10-20T23:42:00.002-07:00

ok picture this. an innocent little gill, right walking down the road, early in the morning, eyes wide shut, as clusters of cat high nerds stream past her. right? perfectly normal situation, as i am so blessed with a house situated right beside catholic high, i am honoured with much unwanted close-ups of losers of varying degrees.

yes. i know most normal females find that cat high guys possess horrendous appearances during the day, but what they dont know is that in the morning, just a single glimpse of one of them is enough to scare the silver spoons out of you. no seriously, they all have really lousy morning hair. its called a c-o-m-b, for crying out loud, use it, it could improve your fast-detiorating social status. and then they have their dumb cat high shoes right? the ones that look like a mobile zebra crossing (wow a zebra crossing on wheels! what next, i pray thee tell? pants that come equipped with an oven for baking pizza? pizza that you can bake in your pants, warm, crispy and fresh. get them while they are hot. the world is developing so fast, i tell you.). then because its so early, most of them have their eyes glued shut, and their laces untied, so every once in a while, you get a guy who trips flat on his face right in front of you and then you, being the good samaritan that you are, have to run about, chasing after his various possessions, all flung far far away, as if trying to escape from a fate far worse than death. right so as i said, as if this is not bad enough right? no. today, lady luck shone upon me brightly as i made the arduous journey from home to the hell on earth we call school, and i was granted the rare opportunity of coming across a guy with his fly unzipped. yes, thank you. the world really needed to see your mickey mouse underwear. thanks, it really made my day. -nods. you know what its like in the morning, when you are just so tired you cant even open those poor eyes of yours right? well the answer has been beamed down upon us from the heavens above, sung by choruses of angels. just go purchase yourself a guy with an unzipped fly wearing mickey mouse underwear (or any underwear of your choice. choices limited to snow white, cinderella, pinocchio, aladdin, winnie the pooh and the mickey mouse club. limited edition collector's item. get them now! subject to availability.) and i guarantee the morning blues will just be chucked out the window, never to be seen again. why? because the trauma will cause your eyelids to be mercilessly ripped apart and you will have the urge to never close them again, lest you should be haunted by images of the terrible scene that just unfolded before your poor, hurting eyes. just catching one glimpse of some guy's twang encased in yellow polyester with mickey mouse and friends printed on it at six twenty in the morning has caused me mental anguish of such great impact that i will require long hours of intense psycho therapy to recover. i am going to start seaching for a suitable mental institution to commit myself into, prefrerably one of those with huge rolling lawns, marble fountains and fake michaelangelo marble sculptures. like the one in x-men. professor xavier's school for mutant freaks, only i cant make soya sauce shoot out of my wrists or make my eyes all super night vision. i guess a quick fix for that little problem will be to attach soya sauce dispensers to my wrists, complete with a handy trigger for long range firing and just go bum one of those nifty night vision goggles from some chivalrous army guy on the mrt train in the mornings. the ones who steal your seat, push past frail litttle old ladies to get into the carriage, who kick your stuff with their butt ugly army fatigue boots, the ones who listen to their discmans so loud that you can hear, from approximately six seats away, britney going on about how everytime she attempts to fly she falls without her wings and hilary bemoaning the fact that she wants the rain to fall so she can get clean or something like that. evidently these chicks arent exactly the sharpest
pins in the barrel. brit honey, you should know by now, courtesy of the extensive genius of issac newton, that all things fall, not to mention something without wings. and hilary sweetcheeks, just a little snippet of information that you might find useful in the near future, there's an easier way to get clean. see that door at the end of the landing at your house? open it. this place is called a bathroom, baby. see that funny thing sticking out of the wall? it's your new best friend, mr shower head. yes, now turn it on. yes. now go stand under the water. and voila, in the short space of fifteen minutes, i guarantee you will be as sweet-smelling as freshly baked apple pie.

really, your life will not be quite the same after such an enlightening experience. yes, so if want to experience such joys yourself, feel free to tell me, and i will arrange to meet you at the bus stop outside my house one morning, and you will be able to treat yourself to a visual feast of unbeatable sorts. trust me on this. many years of living next to cat high has made me a veteran in this department.

mirrors always show the truth

2005-10-15T02:13:00.000-07:00

i hate mr panwallah and his watch-mending crap. he is a scam, a fraud. he is false and you know it. all his wisdom and knowledge and rubbish, i could have done just fine without. but as much as i hate his guts, i have to admit that he was right. all along. as much as i scoffed at it before. you see, the world changes, it whirls, it twirls, it spins, it twists. the world waits for no one. either you go with the flow and have yourself one heck of a ride or you get left behind, sad, lonely, friendless. people change too, for better or for worse. for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, yes just like those dumb vows they make you say at your wedding. and frankly, the weight of it all just scares the living hell out of me. see, in a few weency days, i will be a new person, regardless of whether i want it or not. its like one of those rides at a theme park. you go up, up, up, whether you want to or not. well actually those rides are a little better, at least you get to chose whether you want to get on or not. if you are a wimp who's just going to chicken out then you simply don't get on right? but in a few days, the world will be presented with a whole new me. gill will be a fifteen year old from national junior college. life's a bitch ain't it?

people say i live a fortunate life. i know i should'nt be asking for more. but i can't help wondering, what would it be like if i stayed behind? well, there's no guarantee that the years would pass in perfect bliss, but at least all of us could have had a chance to rough it out together. they say they won't forget me, but the harsh truth remains that people forget. the mind is not made to remember everything. they will forget one day. and even more frightening, what if i forget? these past eight years have been wonderful. and this year has been one of the best. but all good things come to an end. cliche, i know, but afterall cliches are only cliches because they are tried and tested. the friendships at st nicks have been indescribable. six purity, one faith and two faith have been nothing short of a blast. everyone keeps saying that i should give nj a chance, i may find that i love it, maybe even more than st nicks. i know that, but its hard to let go. friendships are easily formed, but when you find great friends, it's when you know you've got it made. i've got so many great friends, the two faiths, the six purities, the choir clique, everyone. and now, i am leaving. i know we can still keep in touch but it won't be quite the same will it? will it? maybe. it's worth a try.

all this started because i was a good girl, i did what my parents wanted and i did without much complaint. i was stupid basically. i was a stupid, dumbass moron. i thought i bombed the test, i threw away thirty marks at the math paper by not answering the questions. i thought the interview was a mess, the interviewer looked at me like i had schizophrenia. but low and behold, guess who got the letter of welcome? so many people would have given an arm and a leg to be where i am, but i would have done anything to get that little slip of white paper telling me the door has shut in my face for me, the journey is over. maybe i didnt do enough to get myself kicked out of the dumb programme, i should have spat in the interviewer's face or something.

who am i? that is the eternal question that most people will have to ask themselves at some point in their lives. and its a very good question too. just who am i? much thought has been put into it and i come up with this: i am gill. i am flawed yes, but i have strengths. i am a dramaqueen. heck yeah, but that's just the way i was made. i love the theatre and acting because you can be who you want to be. no one will question that unless you happen to be a particularly bad actor. i am annoying. i am happy with the direction my life is going most of the time. i love art and music because they give you a chance to express yourself, say things you never would say directly. i like andy warhol and his work, because he takes ordinary, common, everyday things and turns them into works of art. i don't like jackson pollock because his art involves stupid streaks and drips of paint on canvas a four year old could have done. i think america should have stayed out of iraq. i dont like the mona lisa because it bores the shit out of me. i think the US russia space war was a pointless waste of time and money. i live for chocolates though i wish i was about ten kg lighter. i have an ego the size of a couple of football fields. i want somebody someday. and when i grow up, i dont want to live here anymore because it is too rigid and complicated. it stifles all my creative impulses and i would be much better off in new york city or london or paris or something. i love st nicks and i always shall. and with me, you can be sure that what you see is what you get.

thank you for all that you've given me. you, my friends, have added colour to my life. i wish i could remain with you but the fact of the matter is that i cant. so please, if i call you in future, please remember who i am, or if you don't, at least pretend and spare me much emotional damage. i love you guys, and i always will. you will have great lives and the years ahead will be wonderful. treasure each other ok? because one day, you will go through the same thing and then you'll know that you ought to have loved each other and your time together just that little bit more.

The Airheads Union

2005-10-12T20:27:00.000-07:00

ok here are some things i find way over-rated:
1) peaches
ok i have nothing personal against peaches. i like peaches, so does half the world. but are they really so nice that we have to fight tooth and nail for the last piece of peach-flavoured candy? i've seen so many of my friends push, scratch and shove in order to acquire something peachy. come on darlings, its just a peach.
2) cookies and cream
again, same theory. cookies and cream are just fine, but do you really have to push me to get the cookies and cream ice-cream? you don't have to you know, i will hand it over if you just say please.
3) kittens
eew? i mean gross. they are just hairy, smelly and mean. not to mention those nasty furballs they keep hacking up. they also possess long sharp claws which they use to claw the living daylights out of people. nice people like me who keep their distance.
4) the popular idea that charity and dilligence are better than us ordinary airheads
which brings me to the main point of my very long and boring rant. i mean i have nothing against the charitians or dilligence people (dilligencians?). i am sure they are just a bunch of really nice people who just happen to be in the smart classes. i mean god must just have spent more time on them then he did on us. nono, its the IDEA that because they are in the smart, good, clever classes and we are not that they get special lessons or programmes or whatever. so basically its the system i find overrated. i mean come on, what era are we in now? i would have thought that in this day and age, we would have progressed from the book-smart-people-will-one-day-rule-the-world stage into a more how to put it? modern society, where it is generally accepted that talent can come in many packages. what i'm trying to say is, just because we are not in two charity or dilligence doesn't mean that we are all a big fat bunch of blistering dunderheads. why do they get to have special stuff like maths and science trails or whatever. not that i have that great a penchant for maths and science trails. no its the idea that we don't get to go for such stuff. its like that day when we had to do the stupid chinese survey. there was a whole special column for the smart people. apparently while we were learning about the entrancing world of chinese opera masks, they were learning something else. my handicap in the chinese language prevented me from knowing exactly what they were learning, but i'm sure its gotta be better than flower faces and half flower faces and monk faces and god-knows-what else. so that leads me to reflect why we don't get these programmes, oh i don't know. there seems to be no real reason except for the fact that we are not in charity or dilligence. what do they have larger mental capacities or something? ok well they probably do, but hey! we are smart in our own ways too! just because i did not get ten A1s for my eoys, doesn't mean that someday i cannot discover i have an undeniable talent in designing kitchen tables or something as fufilling as that. heck, one day i may design such swanky kitchen tables that all the celebrities, like brad pitt and benicio del toro, will be my best clientele. then on my resume, it may state "gillian daniel, kitchen table designer to the stars"or something equally honourable. so please spare some thought for us poor creatures, don't designate us to the goondoo table. we may just grow up to be influencial people, you know.
long live The Airheads Union!

retribution

2005-09-10T22:18:00.000-07:00

this is for all my groupies out there
who’ve been on my back
to update and stuff.
here. you ppl happy now?
there. i finally revived my blog.
but don’t get your hopes up.
this might be the only post for a long long time.
yep.

to mommy dearest:
look I am blogging! yes!
dear woman I know that you think blogs
are the spawn of satan.
but guess what?
i am blogging.
oh evil evil me.
lah dee da.

to my brother:
hey buddy. wht’s your problem?
can’t you keep your fat butt to yourself?
thanks to you I had to use elephant super glue
to glue my tree branch back.
yes. elephant super glue.
oh you happened to sit on my tree?
what you couldn’t see it?
i worked my butt off.
i moulded the tree with my own two hands out of a blob of clay ok?
and you had to break on branch with
one sit of your fat butt?
you better watch where you plonk that butt of yours
cos from today onwards, I’m gonna start a collection of needles.
then one day you might find one “accidentally”stuck up your butt.
“what? you sat on a needle? omg! are you ok? wow. maybe its retribution for breaking my ceramic tree! do you think?” –smiles wonderingly.

ok so there.
i blogged.
so now i am going to study (ha! right)
geez. who was the genius who put eoys right after the hols?
whoa dude i salute you.
may your intestines rot and fall out.
so bye.
love you guys.