i love my darling giraffe.
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im addicted to it.
shes da man
THERE'S THE GIRL NEXT DOOR. WHAT TO DO?
you would never want to know who she is.
KAREN TAY HUTCHISON
to her, she'd rather go to school than go to penang. holidays are a complete nuisance.
WARNING:
at times, she can be very dangerous, cunning, mean, stupid, stubborn, smiley and a complete nonsensical wreck. in the event of an emergency, please keep behind bars, and only feed her chocolate. in prevention of such a case, please keep her under teenage supervision ONLY. kindly look at yourself in the mirror periodically as she is highly sensitive to funny faces and voices. hysterical laughter may break out due to this. her prized possession is her hairbrush and she cannot do without it. ensure that she is committed to whatever task she is given as she can get highly distracted. kindly refrain from feeling offended when random comments shoot out from her mouth against you. she has an attention span of a five-year-old, so please so keep her entertained.
"i will go to the ends of the earth for Jesus alone, is the Son of God and all the world will see that He is God"
ONE SMALL STEP FOR KAREN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR ETERNITY.
PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE
ONE go to italy to study design TWO plan her best friend's wedding THREE get a house in france FOUR explore every corner of spain. FIVE get tickets to the world cup. SIX drift the streets in a lambo. SEVEN bomb her primary school. EIGHT explore the artic circle and come back alive. NINE have an african chimpanzee for a pet. TEN organise a monkey-themed party. ELEVEN go to madagascar and check out the wild. TWELVE get a customized-size adidas shoe.
.......
THIRTEEN go to the ends of the earth for Jesus alone is the Son of God and all the world will see that He is God.
gimme five.
my dah-lang wizhliz.
iPod touch
huge chimpanzee plush toy
tickets to the next world cup
iPhone 3G
adidas brazil tank
adidas USA track top
iPod touch black leather case
Chuck Taylor® All Star® multi upper
first kiss
puma jacket (green)
converse (italia) sling
chat with me.
yakkity yak yak
12:09 PM - Saturday, November 29, 2008
11:39 AM
quote of the day: easy for you to say. im not like the others.
really beautiful and horribly ugly. i just read like 101 pages of this new book i got from the library the last time i went with crys. still have 3 other books to finish. i read bout half of this book called "Drive" i think. its bout car thieves from this family called the Crockers i think. i forgot like most of it already since i left for KL last week. then i was too tired to carry on reading. so i left the book at my other house. so yeah. i can sure use the chinese saying now. "ban tu er fei." lol. so yeah.
lets start this up. just not today.
books are due on the 10th, so i need to be on "book-rush" immediately when i come back from YC. leaving for the best camp ever next monday. and now ive realised that FB can get so boring, im done with quizzes, games, GEO CHALLENGE (in which i owned my friends in with a high score of 9100+), bowling (in which i suck at it now. i used to top. and now i'm like knocked out of the top 3 even.), KNIGHTHOOD (which just takes forever for my buildings to upgrade and expand). so yeah. im sick of FB. need to find new things to do. i got the whole geo challenge all memorized so much that the countries and cities that come out are all like so easy i get bored after 3 seconds of suitcase shuffle.
leave it alone. stop hassling me.
why is it that so many activities are crammed in for my like one after the other? take KL for example. after coming back, just 4 more days till the next thing going on: YOUTH CAMP. then after youth camp, i'm leaving for PENANG on the 11th, which only gives me a week's gap, to pack, relax and get my laundry done. and i still have loadsa them to do on sunday cuz i want my BIG tees for YC. so yeah.
a high-percentile family. its lonely.
my dirty little secret. it ends tonight. move along. addicted to them. completely insane over chocolate. sigh.... last night's episode of ghost whisperer was pretty cool. mom turned off the tv at like 10.30. ugh. i so wanted to watch it and she just went on and on bout ghosts that will haunt me. then i just flared up and said: "mom. there are no such things as ghosts. its just a series where a girl talks to human beings. relax mom. i dont get nightmares. WHY CANT YOU JUST UNDERSTAND??" so yeah. i flared. mom flared. she slammed the tv shut.
the joy of the tater tot.
so yeah. tonight i have some party goin on? not really a party. just a celebration for my new nephew's 1 year old birthday. waaaaaahhhhh. so yeah. what to do? aunt called last night to remind my mom in the middle of my show? well not really my show literally. like my favourite tv show in the middle of the night. not really middle of the night. like the show that comes just before bedtime which is either 11 or 12.
you are the only one that needs to know.
i like that smile of yours. its so addictive. i love you. always and forever. wish me all the best for drumming this sunday and for YC on monday. jess picking me up to go drumming? ooh thats fancy. damn. so yeah. 7.15 i'll be drumming away yeah? prayers will definitely be welcomed. just dont come to the studio with a pumpkin on your head, singing: "Girls don't like boys girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny!" i'll just be so stunned. stunned like how stunned my friends are when they see what i wear to a pool party of my best friend. well yeah.
indistinguishable. thats just not the word for me.
5:01 PM - Wednesday, November 26, 2008
quote of the day: a traveller's cheque is a key to another world.
THE FIRST DAY; BAGGING.
not my exact preference for the perfect cup of tea. one piece of advice, do not travel heavy. minimize the number of clothes, reduce the number of long sleeves and winter wear even if you're going to the north pole. trust me. climbing a hill aint so dramatic as it seems. my mom told me that it would be freezing. so into my suitcase went a cardigan, a black sweater, and a cotton giodano orange tee. so i chose like shirts, mainly black-based, 2 pairs of skinny-fit jeans (black and denim blue), and a pair of low-rise shimmer jeans (my favourite). i popped in a skirt, bought from spain, that looked like a scottish kilt, was pale blue. (smiles). then i threw in a pair of grimy old running shoes, the ones i wore to cross country crap. then my mom came through the door to my room and put beside me a pair of her shoes. what now? then i was like: "yeah?" then she was like: "mind if i bunk in?" and i was like: "cant you put it in your suitcase with dad?" so the convo went on and on and i just am too bored to slam down on my keyboard with. so yeah i had to put her shoes in my perfectly organised suitcase. the reason was that dad just didnt know how to pack his things and occupied most of the suitcase, leaving mom a small fraction. how awesome.
SECOND IN LINE; THE TAKE-OFF.
what goes around goes back around. so the flight. yeap it was SQ106 i think. woke up in the morning at like 4.30? oh my god. complete hazardous. hair explosion, and i was just dragging my feet around the house, blindly looking for food. so my dad said he'll get me breakfast at the airport, in which i was looking forward to a nice frappucinno from starbucks. heard there's a new flavour or something so i decided to check it out. after the taxi ride to terminal 2, i settled for a nice cold frappucinno in which my mom was eyeing angrily (p.s. she detests anything cold.) so yeah i also had a potato salad. which was a wierd breakfast for me cuz i dont usually take veggies for breakfast but yeah. so blah blah blah we walked to the departure hall, all ready to check in and all that crap. but something happened to us. well not us, but my dad. his PR was expired. it was like bozo-ed like last year in june but since he didnt travel from then till now, he wasnt notified. so crap. WHAT TO DO???? well so lucky enough, the amazing police people in uniform saved the day! so yeay to them. we got the express check it straightaway without the hassle of queing up again.
THIRDLY. MOST SINCERELY. BOARDING.
you know when you get to the gate thing you have to pass through this luggage scan and all that crap business. and apparently my dad was silly enough to put his toiletries in his hand luggage bag thingy and carried it with him. cuz normally he would just pop them into the big bag that gets checked in when we get the tickets. but he took them out this time. like for all the how many trips we've made, this is the first time his switched off mind did so. and in that bag contained his aftershave, his shaving cream and his electric razor as well as his darling scissors that he takes with him on every trip for some reason. and that some reason is so that incase we need to cut something, his darling scissors will be of use. and he should know at least that all his stuff are made of liquids and that you arent supposed to take with you more than 100 ml of liquid on board. my bottle of water was taken away. so my dad's stuff were all taken away, and his shaving cream and all that crap went through the thrash. so he obviously had to get new ones when we reach KL. so when we were in the waiting room, waiting to board the plane, my dad kept cussing the whole time so much so that the guy seated across him was giving the: "you are so not civilized" look. and people kept staring at me while i tried to console him and prevent him from calling himself an asshole. it was so obscene. embarrassing moment for me. my mom didnt really care cuz all she was doing the whole time was pray pray pray that the flight will go smoothly. so when the started calling out the seat numbers and all that like who to board first like: business class take blah blah blah door and first class so on and so forth. then when they called the seat numbers for economy classes. they called the back rows first and the already pissed off dad just said to me: "lets go." and i was like: "dad its only for those with infants and first and business classes to board. cant we wait a while?" then he was all: we can tell them that you're a kid. now c'mon. move." so i was like: "maybe we should wait.." then he started saying things like: "wuzzermatter? they wont let me board cuz its not my seat number? jeez. who cares?" so my mom and i grabbed our stuff and headed off. and my dad went past the queue straight into through the door and i was like: "sorry. woops. sorry." to the people who were angrily staring at us. another embarrassing moment. so yeah. who cares? we still got onto the plane all the same right?
FOURTH TO GO. THE FLIGHT.
it was much better than i expected and my mom just had the stupid issue of having to make a bathroom trip every time she catches sight of one. must be something psychological i suppose. so the flight went really smoothly. no turbulence or any crap like that. so it went awesome. and my dad just kept going on and on bout him being cursed and all while i was filling up the arrival forms on board. so i asked my dad a few questions regarding the slip and he was all: "why? they wont let me arrive cuz im not a singaporean or PR and they will send me back to England again?" and i was like telling myself: "okay no more questions. will you just shut up?' so yeah. it went on for quite some time. so yeah. we landed into a beautiful airport. the new terminal.
FIFTH ON TRACK. LETS JUST GET THIS MESS SORTED OUT.
so yeah me and my dad waited for my mom in the bathroom. i caught sight of adidas, dropped in to check it out. yeah it was pretty cool. normal, yet cool. the bags weren't that special. but the shoes were pretty normal for an airport store. so yeah after my mom got out, we were trying to figure out where the baggage claim department was. so the funniest thing was where we went through this gate thingy, following my dad's lead (p.s. he's like a roman brick road builder, always going straight in front, never turning or looking back.), so we landed in some other gate, which was the flight going to London. and my dad was all: i think we have to scan our stuff before we get out to the baggage department. so me and my mom were like all: "are you sure this is the right place? i dont think its here." but my dad was so sure of himself that we wasted our time scanning our bags in and when we got to the end of the machine, my dad looked through the glass doors and saw people all seated, as if they were waiting for a flight. so my dad asked one of the officers there and he was like: "where's the baggage claim thing?" then they were all: "BAGGAGE CLAIM? HUH? baggage claim?" and they all broke off laughing. so my dad gave that blur look and turned back to me and said: i think they must be all joking. never mind. i'll ask the officer at the desk." so we walked over and before my dad could ask the same question, the officer, looking all huge and BIG, said: "may i have your boarding passes, Sir?" and she gave us a stare like we were all terrorists and all. so my dad took out the torn boarding passes that we had from singapore to KL and the officer looked at us suspiciously again and went: "no sir, THE BOARDING PASSES FOR THE FLIGHT TO LONDON!!!" and me and my dad just froze there and we were like: "LONDON???" at each other and so my dad asked again: "where's the baggage claim department?" the lady chuckled and said: "you're at the wrong place, sir, this is the gate for the flight to London." so the very embarrassed dad just wanted to hide his face at the look of his actions. so we walked off laughing at my dad for being such a goon. so then i came to the rescue and led the way. so we figured that we had to take the LRT to the other terminal where our bags were. so in the train me and my mom were like totally laughing and teasing my dad for being such a total idiot.
SIXTH ON THE LIST. AFTER GETTING OUR BAGS, GETTING A CAB, HEADING OFF TO THE HOTEL.
so yeah. the cabbie drove at 130 km/h to the hotel. and my dad once again was cussing and swearing at the driver silently for getting out of the airport with an empty tank in the taxi. the drive was cool. like a slow roller coaster on the ground.
NUMBER SEVEN. THE HOTEL.
the Concorde Hotel Kuala Lumpur. my choice, my booking, my mom's credit card (:
AFTER SEVEN YOU HAVE EIGHT. UNPACKING.
i love my room. i love the tv. everything was cool apart from the no MTV.
LET IT ROCK. AND YOU GET NINE UP YOUR SPINE. SHOPPING.
bought an adidas bag. it was a cool shade of brown and i had a hard time deciding from white or brown cuz my dad kept going: "white is nicer. but it gets dirtied easily. brown is more trendy. but i still think you should get the white. on second thought, the brown looks more trendy. no. get the white. never mind. its your bag. you choose. just get the brown." i was like: -.- and he was like: "Karen, you take my breath away." after looking at the price tag. it was RM 200 and i was like: "its only a hundred bucks." and my mom was like: "you have expensive taste huh?" so my dad started his cool attitude when it comes to buying things and said: "its a holiday. let her buy what she wants." so in my heart i was sneering at my mom for making that comment yet hugging my dad for saying that to me (: but another funny thing was that my dad did a mental calculation on the change he would receive and so called out-smarted the cashier in a way cuz all the poor guy at the register had to say was: "yeah. thanks." so after that crooney moment at the store, i walked past this whole so called "space" filled with computers and apparently, it was a challenge game amongst geeks who play world of warcraft: dota? boring. so my mom was like: "look at the youngsters nowadays." then she sighed. then i just had to tell her: "mom, its a strategy game." and she was like: "but still...." then my dad interrupted by saying: "so, you want anything to eat?"
I WISH I COULD BE AS GOOD AS YOU. TEN MEN. A HORRIBLE DINNER.
the reason why i titled this paragraph with a horrible dinner is cuz it was horrible. not exactly the food was all that horrible but i had to walk half an hour to this restaurant that my mom said was: "only a short 15 minutes away." yeah. it was like hell. and if you see my FB album bout KL, you would see this pic of rubbish out of a thrash can. yeah. this is KL. but seriously. Berjaya Times Square was more of a "fake stuff" retailer on the whole. like they can get away with a whole store of adidas bags that are just leather material with the logo printed on it, and sell 'em for RM 10 bucks. not my kinda thang. i go for the real thang or no thang at all. so yeah this place was called the royal china restaurant. wow. some big deal indeed. my dad was complaining bout the food all the time. he said that he wouldnt walk all this far just for a crappy old place like that. i totally agreed. the walk was horrible. it was warm for a time like that and the walk was like across streets with no pedestrian crossing or anything. even though i am a frequent jay-walker, i just hate the traffic there. you have cabbies swerving past you like almost immediately, leaving you a 2 inch gap from survival. so yeah. we walked through KLCC, with my navigation and observance that if we walked through the mall, we could save half the time walking a whole big road round it. so yeah the mall was so much better than Berjaya. they even had Crumpler, the store that had me looking forward to all this holiday. but i couldnt get another bag since i already have my adidas sling sitting beside my darling giraffe back at the room. so yeah, face it. my dad's not gonna agree to the price tags when he checks out the store if i shoved him in.
ELEVEN ON HEAVEN. BEDTIME.
so i was watching tv through the night cuz i wasnt the least tired at all. i just couldnt get to sleep cuz he was always on my mind. missed him so much. as i cuddled my giraffe, all it did was making me think of him doubly more. i just couldnt stop thinkin of his cool breeze that swept through me every time he was near. his smile just gave me the warmth that filled me up and blast me off into space. so i just hardly could rest my head that first night. so i got up, looked out of the window, smiled and went back to bed, smiling through the night, hugging my giraffe close.
BREAKFAST. BEFORE WE SET OFF FOR THE TWELTH TIME TO FRASER'S HILL.
so yeah we set off. i puked in the last few minutes of the ride up the hill. breakfast was great. had an omelette and some typical morning breakfast that no one would be eating. i guess. so yeah. i puked. i gasped at the old country styled hotel. it was the Ye Olde Smokehouse. beautiful. there was a main lounge, a library and blah blah. so we got the Owen Room. and my dad kept going on and on bout how it was such a coincidence that his favourite english player was Michael Owen who played for the England team. so yeah. i planned it way before hand when booking the rooms for my parents and myself for the whole trip. yeah i did all of that cuz my mom didnt want to call, my dad knows nothing about booking except for when it comes to a lovely dinner at the British Club for my birthday. so yeah. i did all the online booking cuz my mom doesn't know a thing bout online flight booking and hotel reservations. so still, all the stuff had to go through me. all my mom did was giving me her credit card and double checking the number on the screen before i submitted it.
THE WHOLE TRIP AT FRASER'S. AND BY NOW, I'M ALREADY THIRTEEN.
so yeah. the horse riding, mountain biking, archery and everything else were all under renovation. dammit. so yeah we had the privilege of afternoon scones at 3, a walk to a pathetic waterfall, two to be exact, one on top of the other, after a cool ride around the private bungalows in which my mom desperately wanted to check out. so the next time we make a trip down here, my mom says that we'll book one of these fancy places instead of a smokehouse with no private television. so yeah, i spent the whole time there watching MTV Boiling Points and the Suite Life of Zack and Cody (zach.....) so yeah. my parents actually laughed continuously at this episode of MTV Boiling Points. it has become my favourite show on MTV since. so yeah. the trip was horrible? i guess...
COMING BACK DOWN TO FOURTEEN. BACK DOWN TO KL.
so yeah. the trip down was lest horrible. i didnt puke. one reason was that i was in the front seat and that i didnt have egg or milk for breakfast. so yeah it was good. more pictures were rolling into the camera and we had a great time back in KL.
GIMME TIME. I WANT FIFTEEN CUPCAKES ON A SILVER PLATTER.
yeap. we were in a different room from before, but same hotel, facing the same view in the same direction. our previous room was 1116 and now its 1414. love the number. my favourite number doubled, and put together. like peas in a pod. okay. yeah so dinner was great. missed the old smokehouse back in fraser's, where my dad had non-stop complaining bout the services provided. the place where a conference was held in the dining room where we had to walk all round to our room since the dining room was our only connection to the cottage. so yeah back in KL. watched Daddy Day Camp on HBO. which was a camp version of the movie Daddy Day Care. competition as usual but different actors and co-stars. but horribly funny. taught me loadsa values to learn from too (:
SO YEAH. THE FLIGHT BACK HOME. HIT ME BACK AT SIXTEEN.
i got a present for madeline that once again took my parents' breath away but yeah its worth it for my best friends. its just so her. so yeah. the flight back was great. we got the express treatment once again. back home sweet home (:
2:26 PM - Thursday, November 20, 2008
quote of the day: many memories lay beneath the sheet of flour, cake, butter and glory.
the clouds fade away, the sun comes out, and sets in the west. the moon arises, bringing light into the world, may we have a blessed evening. as the sleeping ugly awakes from her sleep, she screams: "MOM!!!!!!! WHO PUT THE LIGHTS OUT??" the empress enters the room, with her maidservant at her service, kindly in waiting. with a soft, gentle voice, she answers: "Stop complaining, my dear. Breakfast is ready." once again the sleeping ugly yells: "MOTHER!!! GET OUT!!!!" the empress slowly replies: "When you are ready, join us for breakfast. quit whining. its already 7. you are going to be late." the ugly flops back into bed. suddenly remembering that she needed to report at 7 sharp in school, she scrambles to her feet, and takes a shower. the clock ticks away, the girl runs about the room searching for her pressed uniform. grabbing her boots, the car keys and her mother, she jumps into the family car and blasts the air-con, filling the car with cold air. stepping on the accelerator, the empress drives ahead. at 40 km/h, i dont think anyone can get to school within seconds.
so if youre asking me, i want you to know.
get out. shut up. move on. the sleeping ugly got to school in time for her shooting competition. surprisingly, her mom got her to school just in the nick of time. whew. in case youre my friend on facebook, this may be familiar to you: "Karen's shooting results have shown much consistency. fail, fail, fail and still failing." yeap. i failed alright. but its okay. i'm glad i improved. cuz i am pretty confident of the results that will show next year. its gonna be a FAIL. woots! i failed! AGAIN!
i cant give up when youre gone. here i go again.
you are my only one. i let go. well, i broke the record of: non-stop talking to the person i'm going insane about. we talked for like 2 hours and more and more and much much more. :) so proud of myself. i was like shivering like hell, squeezing my hands to keep them warm, and he just had to be early. i was like trying to calm down, talk to crystal a bit, then calm down, take in one deep breath, close my eyes for a few brief moments, open my eyes, smile and say hello to him. but before i could even do all that, he came. god dammit. so i broke out a smile and said: hi. then i turned to crystal, stared at her, turned to him, smiled again, asked him to sit down, i stared at crystal again and mumbled to myself about how hot he looked. it was the best day of my life. i love him. i love the giraffe he gave me. i love him so much that i named the world's cutest giraffe after him, adding a Jr. behind his first name :) we talked like alot. way more than i have ever talked non-stop before.
youre the only one that needs to know.
i love my giraffe:)
4:12 PM - Friday, November 14, 2008
quote of the day: there's always room for one more, so just squeeze a little, fit in and get crack-a-lackin'!
eyes are feeling heavy but they never seem to close. the fan blades on the ceiling spin but the air is never cold. even though you're next to me i still feel so alone, i just cant give you anything for you to call your own. and i can feel you breathing. and its keeping. me awake. can you feel it beating? my heart's sinking, like a weight....
open up, the train's coming though, choo-choo!
alright, my birthday. how was it? it was like a birthday. i cut the cake, before singing happy birthday to myself. jess was like singing: happy birthday to you... on and on and on and on. okay so just forget about that. hello earthlings. nobody sang happy birthday to me. woots! and i'm gonna give up my hopes and dreams bout the iPod for now, and get a new phone! preferably sony ericsson or nokia. but either, i'm gonna get a good one. mom agreed. i bet she was glad that i stopped moaning bout the iPod touch. sheesh. what a baby.
just kick life, or it wont move on.
i'm not gonna start writing a long grandma story bout the party the other day. just two words: call me. or to simplify everything to one word: awesome. so all i have for you in total is three words: dont call me. so anyways, my cousin changed the phone billing plan for me to a student plan. what crap. i get free incoming calls and blah blah. 100 smses and so on. but no more caller ID for me cuz she says its useless and i was like: "dude then what if some prankster calls and you need to report the number to the police?" and she was like: "then wait till that happens." another goon. sheesh. so i'm gonna get a new phone? woohoo!
send me to africa. but i wont be your slave.
madagascar escape to africa rocks! just caught it with my cousins today after shopping before the movie. we were apparently one minute late for the advertisements. i love them. not. cant they just get on with the darn movie? it was totally awesome, hilarious and of course, way better than HSM3. duh. i am like so freakin tired. after competing with daniel at this drum thang at the arcade in TM, my arms are aching so its not my fault that i cant write bout the details of the party today. maybe later. my eyes are drooping more than snoopy's. sorry.
melman the giraffe.
10:16 PM - Thursday, November 13, 2008
oh yeah i left out this: i love you zach. always will. and thanks to all the people who wished me happy birthday on msn as well as wenjing who was the only one who called to send her wishes. love you, zach. forever and ever. dont you dare forget that.
2:30 PM
take that.
i'm thirteeeeeeeeeeeeen.
just said hi to a new world.
i'm thirteeeeeeeeeeeeen.
just on the edge of breaking down
yet, i'm thirteeeeeeeeeeeeen.
welcome to my life.
i'm thirteeeeeeeeeeeeen.
quote of the day: if someone asks me what is friendship, i would sit next to you, pull you close to me, put my arms around you and proudly say: this is friendship.
i guess you wanna know, why i'm on the phone, i know its kind of late, but happy birthday. so now you know, dont hang up the phone, i wish i was at home, i know its way too late, but happy birthday. here's to you, mr. valentine: "I dont need to have glass slippers to be your cinderella. i just need to break 'em, and kiss your big fat lips." everybody sees her but nobody knows her. stand for something or you'll fall down for anything. i'm . i'm thirteeeeeeeeeeeeen! woots!
okays. a recount of what happened yesterday at the pool party. it was completely awesome!
first, i called madeline and told her that my mom would be picking her up to set off for crystal's place. my mom ordered some crap face banana and walnut cake. eugh. so after we got to crystal's place, my mom just had to walk into the apartment. ugh. so then after she left, it started drizzling. oh great, right? i was like praying that it wont start pouring rain. so i really hoped that it just wouldnt. so long story, we just hung around the room. then crystal's mom came back. smiles, said hellos, gave my mom's phoney, got out, walked,called.
so the first person we called is jisong cuz that dumbbutt said that he wouldnt be coming. so i lost my dignity and begged him like so much until i almost went down on my knees to beg him to come. so crystal was like yelling at me, completely angry and mad at me for losing my dignity and pride. well i mean id dont care or give a damn bout some stupid pride or dignity. i care about my party. so the Plan A failed. what now? still have time for a Plan B? okay, before Plan B came running up to me, jumping into a helicopter and flying down on a parachute yelling: HERE I AM! COME GET ME!, God sent pouring rain. it just came crashing down down down. oh my gawd. so me madeline and crystal started praying seriously, like sat down, dropped whatever we had and prayed. God stopped the rain.
but not just yet. every five minutes, we had to pray to stop the rain cuz it just came pouring down a while after we prayed each time. okay so after zach got help from jisong to locate the party, they were stuck at home, the two dumbbutts not knowing what an umbrella was. we were like: GET A FREAKING UMBRELLA! and they were like arriving at like 3.30? okay so josh and nick came, with presents. nick got me a flat faced hamster which was sweet but kinda childish. and josh got me a plush toy dog. apparently nobody knows i hate those kinda crap. all plush toys except giraffes dont bother me one bit. i know its really sweet of the two. haha. really sweet. thanks guys.
so after that we all jumped into the pool, had fun. but yesterday was the day that completely sent me dreaming the whole time. his abbs were so chunky, his body was so hot, his hot muscles, and his huge and chunky shape. man it was insanely hot. now i know why lynn freaked when she saw zach topless. it was hot. hot baby hot. i was just sent in a daze when he emerged. holy cow hot. it was the hunkiest and sexiest body i have ever seen. complete insanity. he should try out for body building or the hottest in the world contest. but we all already know he's the winner. c'mon you should have been there.
anyways, we had a hell load of fun there. jumping in, pushing people in, laughing all the way. it was awesome. just know that it was an awesome long story and me and zach actually talked! wow. and that was more than 30 seconds, alone. wow. record breaker. whew. hottest guy in the world talking to a piece of crap. amazing. so here's a quote to the darling-est man in the world : "sometimes you make me so mad i wanna throw you in the middle of on-going traffic; but then i realize i would probably kill myself trying to save you."
he's so cool he makes ice cubes jealous. nothing lasts forever; baby. so lets just have fun this one more time, and let me sink in your arms. just let it stay that way. forever.
so i'll continue the rest of the long story tomorrow. gotta bail. and thanks for all your lovely SMSes and your birthday wishes. really love 'em. especially zach's. its the sweetest. it will stay in my heart forever for sure. love you my darling friends who wished me on facebook as well. thanks mah lovely darlings. eww now i sound too sweet. never mind. i'll just end it off with: "thanks dudes. see ya next time. hopefully in the girl's bathroom suffering from a wedgie."
4:09 PM - Saturday, November 8, 2008
quote of the day: have you ever looked into a mirror and started thinking about how stupid you look in the morning? i have.
five more days to showtime.
five more days to the end of time.
five more days till i'll make a dime.
five more days to meet a mime.
five more days and i'll squeeze some lime.
five more days and i'll end this rhyme.
3:41 PM
never heard of Calvin or Hobbs?
not satisfied with what you have?
enjoy cheesy photo shoots?
or you just like making a fool of yourself?
bored of school? or you just hate it?
love dancing?
got unlucky enough to have a summer job at a farm?
just had some childhood prejudice against Lakers?
or candy just blew you up?
needed to sneak outa bed?
or you just loathed your mom's cooking?
just in time for a pirate adventure?
or you're just feeling really pissed with your blog?
need ideas to make fast money?
then you've come to the right place.
meet Calvin and Hobbs.
The ultimate solution to all your problems.
say hello to Calvin and Hobbs.
they have everything you need.
so, just introduce yourself to Calvin and Hobbs.
the only way to make your day.
get to know Calvin and Hobbs today.
2:56 PM - Friday, November 7, 2008
i'm growing up. thirteen in 6 days.
1:47 PM
quote of the day: your light will shine when all else fades.
oh dear oh dear. my bestie madeline is sick. sad sad. anyone out there has a remedy titled: "RAYMOND TANG" ? its the only cure for madeline now. she's in desperate need of him. talking about him already sends her to her dreamland full of unicorns and rainbows.
how great is our god. sing with me.
ooh. just found out that madeline's creating a new blog. and i just told her what her url should be. its gonna be madelinelovesraymond.blogspot.com. perfect. anyway didja hear the news? BARACK OBAMA IS THE NEW PRESIDENT ELECT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!! woots! the first black president of the US! yay!
formatted memories. a thousand words.
just the day before yesterday. me and crystal dropped by the library at bout 3. i was there earlier than her, as usual. so we browsed around and i was like so surprised cuz she said that it was her first time there and i was like: 0.0 no way!. anyway, i got this book titled: inside girl- all that glitters. pretty cool book. as usual, high school life, encounters with boys and bitches, bitches stealing your dream man, your first date. just what i needed. sadly the guys here are not as romantic and straightforward as the ones in the book. the guys here are like: wanna go? whereas the guys there are like: if you wanna find somewhere to fall, why not meet me at wolfman rink after school tomorrow? cute and cool. haha. so after the library bozos, we headed off to parkway to do window shoppan! bang bang boom baby. bought a alfa romeo 1970 vintage car for the little boy, Greggory. A "V" keychain and a plush toy zebra from mothercare.
mothercare. the number one gift store.
so crys and i started diving into the basket of plush toy collectibles and crys found her new icon. a floppy elephant. and originally mine is a giraffe. and i so love the zebra but i love the giraffe more. heehee. so looking forward to a first date. sigh. hope the day comes sooner!
me love. you dont love. he loves me. he loves you not.
2:03 PM - Tuesday, November 4, 2008
oh how great. my mom is making me read this biography book thang titled: D.L. Moody. some moody guy he is alright. holidays are now sooooooo boring. its so boring that i can do a BORING sign, paint it green, and stick it outside my room. and add this: "DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO DO?" in large font below it. i need a job. for once. my mom didnt even pay me for the 2 minutes i spent taking her boxes down to the car. im underaged to be working officially in public but i guess i could just sneak out a living from someone who pays me to work. like how bout being a waitress on roller blades? or maybe a box-carrier since i'm trained how to be one.
i'm alive in you.
i'm not ashamed by the gospel Lord... love that song. i'm preparing my downloads for my iPod touch thats coming up for y birthday. just finished downloading bout 5 songs by Hillsong United cuz thats one of the only three christian bands i know of. and besides, i was brought up to know their songs, since they're being sung in my church's youth service. so i know 'em by heart. its engraved in my brain and imprinted on my skull. know them inside out. (i think). well yeah i guess. woots! found one thing to do. heehee.
thats the freedom we know of that doesn't get us in trouble. bring it on.
my ex-life
long long time ago
wasting my life away
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