::Beware of cyclist

Funny quote:

"people who shave their heads voluntarily, for no particular religious, health or military reasons, obviously have no idea how precious hair is. imagine the cancer patients who are hoping for wigs. that's just sad, doesn't anyone understand? it's a question of morality."
- from Mikaela's blog

Well said!

Ya anyway,
Been going cycling almost everyday, that's why I never update. (Ok, I went cycling today but still updated haha). Not bad, I'm getting better now, at least people don't need to swerve and hug trees to avoid me, but still nowhere near very good, and my ma she won't let me go on the road. Which makes sense lah, cuz I'd probably get spooked or something and the cars aren't going to hug trees for me i guess. Was cycling on the jogging track (which is pretty irresponsible, but I needed to get to the traffic light), and scared this auntie who went straight to the opposite end of the track from me and started walking, and I was a bit like ... cuz it's not like I can't avoid people or something.

Ya, and somehow I got this bruise from dunnowhere which I only found today. And some scratches also, but nvm cuz they're all almost healed now. Today got no accidents! Haha.

Who want to go cycling wif me? Then can watch me haf accident haha. No, seriously.

Went out wif Maybelline and Evon on some day. Forgot to return Maybelline's cd. funmhsnkhujbkb!!!!!! Sorry ah Maybelline, but u should haf asked.

I've been putting a scar plaster on my scar and now it's turned all red around the edges and hurts like hell. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING????!!!

::Happenings.

Ok lah. Due to popular demand, I will reveal my top-secret posting results, which I swore not to reveal in an secret ritual which involved passing pieces of burning paper around. I was posted to Information Tech in Singapore Poly. Why? Why is it my first choice? I don't know, okay? Wonders never cease.

All right, I talked. You can kill me now and send my head back to the Boss. x_x

Ok, anyway rite, here's a combo post for yesterday+today.

::Yesterday::

Went with my aunt to visit some cattery in Punggol or something like that. It's in some house in some ulu part of Singapore, and ohmygod so many cute cats. The cats weren't overwhelming in their affection, but seemed polite and friendly enough, and the place is really clean and neat, and the people were pretty friendly. There was this one-eyed persian cross whom I liked. It's eye had been poked out by someone with a toothpick (gross!), which was a pity cause he is a really pretty cat with a wonderful temperament, laid-back enough not to be demanding attention all the time, but not 'dao'(arrogant).

If I could keep a cat, I'd adopt him. Yes, he's old and one-eyed and everything but I like him. So what?

there were 4 dogs, but I only saw two of them clearly. There was a small fluffy one and a fat sheltie called Sunshine. I only saw the shapes of the other two outside the window.

It's great to hear that even though most Singaporeans treat animals like shit and everything, there are still many people setting up animal shelters and stuff and helping the animals.

::Today::

I finally have my own bike (bicycle lah, not motorbike)!! No more crappy rental kiosk bikes!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. It's a no name, red and blue cheapo mountain bike thingy (no frills, no bells and whistles, nothing) which I got for just under a hundred dollars. And it's new!!!

Doesn't sound that great? Well look at it this way, I nearly ended up with a rusty-looking, dirty bike which nobody wanted with only one working brake and unidentified gross stuff in the basket. And oh yes, it's previous owner DIED. It's previous owner is now dead. That pretty much did it for me. I mean, would you want to ride on some haunted bike or something?

Yay! So now I have my own bike. ^_^

::HA HA HA HA HA HA.

I got my first choice.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

For those who didn't get, sorry lah. I try not to be so happy.

ha.

::Waiting around while food digests.

I'm waiting around while my food digests.

While some girl in the background sings something about her boyfriend's socks and what he smells like.

If any of you ever decide to write songs, please don't put stuff about smells next to stuff about socks. It just doesn't sound good.

Hurray for fei yu-ching's (sp?) chinese music show.

::It's for your own good.

Why do I hate you so?
It's for your own good.

Why do I put you down?
It's for your own good.

Why do I intrude on your social life?
It's for your own good.

Why do I erode away your self confidence?
It's for your own good.

Why do I pick on you about things that you cannot help doing?
It's for your own good.

Why do I insult your intelligence?
It's for your own good.

Why do I continually lower your self-esteem?
It's for your own good.

Why do I torment you?
It's for your own good.

Then, why should you listen?

Because if you don't
You won't be like me,
and you won't be saved.

After all, they sent me to convert you.

::Erm....

After reading people's blogs, I suddenly realised that I am very childish and that I don't act my age.

Why hah? Why hah? I dunno why. How?

0_o

::Next stop, where?

Yeah, so JAE is done and I am getting more and more lazy about updating this blog (but that's another story). So next stop, where?

Come to think of it, I don't have much in the way of suitable ambitions right now.

So let's see:

When I was a little girl, my homework was about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote 'policeman', cause that was the only thing I could spell.

But I can't be a policeman cause I'm a girl. So I have to be a policewoman, Could I spell 'policewoman'? No. So that was one career option that I couldn't take.

Then some time later, I decided to be a vet, cause I liked animals. Then I changed my mind cause I didn't like animals enough to allow myself to be bitten by them every day.

Then I wanted to be a dictator. But to be a dictator, I need power. And I still can't think of any ways to get power....well, enough power that is.

So I wanted to be a genius. But I wasn't smart. 'Nuff said.

And so now I want to be a CRIME BOSS!!! But how does one go about being a crime boss anyway?

(sister's comment: you have the maturity of an 8 year old.)

Anyway, here's a poem from the 2005 Scholarship Guide:

Tough looking for a job
My first job was working
in an orange juice factory, but I got canned
because I couldn't concentrate.

Then I worked in the woods as a
lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it,
so they gave me the axe.

After that I tried to be a tailor,
but I just wasn't suited for it
mainly because it was a so-so job.

Next I tried working in a muffler factory,
but that was exhausting.

I wanted to be a barber,
but I just couldn't cut it.

Then I tried to be a chef -
figured it would add a little spice to my
life but I just didn't have the thyme.

Finally, I attempted to be a deli worker,
but any way I sliced it,
I couldn't cut the mustard.

My best job was being a musician, but
eventually I found I wasn't note worthy.

I studied a long time to become a doctor,
but I didn't have any patience.

Next was a job in a shoe factory;
I tried, but I just didn't fit in.

I became a professional fisherman,
but discovered that I couldn't live
on my net income.

Thought about becoming a witch,
so I tried that for a spell.

I managed to get a good job working for
a pool maintenance company,
but the work was just too draining.

I got a job at the zoo feeding giraffes
but I was fired because I wasn't up to it.

So then I went to work in a gymnasium,
but they said I wasn't fit for the job.

Next, I found being an electrician
interesting, but the work was shocking.

After many years of trying to find steady
work, I finally got a job as a historian,
until I realized there was no future in it.

My last job was working at Starbucks,
but I had to quit because it was
always the same old grind.

You got any ideas?
I'm open for suggestions...
maybe you have
something that WORKS...
because I don't.

::Wow.

Me brave. My first choice is totally like unbelievable.

When i told my aunt, see, she was like "what? You suck so much and you want to....." ok. something along the lines of that lah. not so bad sounding lah.

yeh. No comment man.

I didnt get very good lor....same as prelims.....after moderation. but then, i got 2 As. Eng lit and art.

At first i thought my art got B3 but no, its A2. A2 for that junk heap. A2 for that pile of crap. Fucking unbelievable. But I have to go back and bring it home cuz it's embarassing. even after i'm gone pple will still be looking at the thing. argh.

i bet the sec 3s have seen it already. where can i put my face, man. >_<

and eng lit....fucking unbelievable too. this is the truth: i didn't do any additional studying outside elit lesson stuff, yep, no my own notes, no internet notes, nothing. 0_o just listen during lessons and read book sometimes.
proof that Ms Jacob is a damn good teacher. if she is ur english lit teacher, you are damn lucky. all u need to do is listen during lesson, you will sure get As. Unless u dun turn up for exam lah.

otherwise maybe they marked art and elit real lenient.

anyway, the rest of my results, no point asking abt it. I won't tell you. That means it's really bad haha.

::hahahaha.

my ma, she comes in, and she sez....go do your JAE thingy.

an I'm like huh? do JAE thingy? better wait cuz if u want to change it, u have to pay $10.

yup, application costs $7 and changing it costs $10. How crazy is that?

But she say no. Last day and every1 will be rushing online to do it. Not good. An I'm mighty pissed cuz I just dug out a buzz song i did like last year and was doing shit with it and now it sounds worse. Ugh.

actually the real reason is that i am very very indecisive. an i dun want to pay extra $10.

so anyway i did it. fucking nightmare.

first, they asked for my nric and singpass and ic date. then they did nothing.

huh? what the hell? oh, i dun have some java crap, better get it. damn.

so i went and got it. went thru the same thing again. then, enter my new singpass.

new singpass? oh, you're supposed to invent one. so i invent one.

then i put all my courses, check check and doublecheck. then confirm. and the fucking thing wont print. so i have to save it and print it.

yah, now i have to pay $7.

now i'm trying to get people to bet on my choices, see which one i get. easy money.

hahahahahahaha.

::Nothing to say lor.

No comment lor.

Oh, btw the dog came back and now he stinks.