I just got off the phone with Ells after about a couple of hours talking non-stop. Except for the parts where I had to take a bath, she had to call someone else and running out of credit. Which is the main reason the line went dead.

What sucks is that Audrey is leaving today (you knew that, didn’t you?), in about an hour and well, Ells & I were supposed to get our asses off to the airport but no, we’re here at home. My parents can’t get off work and Ells doesn’t wanna go without me. The stupid thing is I thought her flight was at 12.20 MIDNIGHT! Not noon. I thought we had to go there at about 10 PM. Apparently, no, it was in the morning. I know I’m pretty clever but I can be such a dumbass too.

Well, Audrey if you’re reading this (probably not, you’re in the airport), Ells & I are really, very, VERY sorry we couldn’t make it. Not that I was begged to be there. Ells wanted me to go, and I just wanted to see you for the last time. Arrivedarci anyway (:

Even though we couldn’t see Audrey off, this morning has been pretty unforgettable. Which is mostly due to the fact that Ells called Josh (who’s gone absolutely AWOL), which I’m pretty sure freaked the hell outta him. The conversation went like this:

“Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Hi, uh, is this Josh?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
(in a very, very eager & enthusiastic way)
“HI.”
“Uh..”
“Chelsea’s looking for you!”
“Um, where is she?”
“At her house. But she’s really worried that you’re not talking to her!”
“No.”
“Well, I’m gonna hang up now. Bye.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Hanging up.”

*beep*beep*beep*

So you probably realized that Ells never told Josh who she was and yeah, I’ve been pretty much in anxiety yesterday. It’s really weird, how would you feel, if this random girl suddenly wakes you up (he was sleeping) telling you that someone’s looking for you. Not that I asked Ells to call him, I would call him if I were that worried. Okay, so I am worried. Could you blame me though?

There was this part where we tried adding him to our call, like, conferencing but the bloody thing doesn’t work. At all. Geez, why do these phone companies add in the bloody function when they don’t even work. That’s just really helpful!

When I grow up, I mean, like, when I can, I’m gonna go sue Sony Ericsson, Nokia and all those phone companies for all they’re worth. 3 way conference call? My arse!

Cause what happened was, I tried calling him while on the line with Ells but I never heard the phone ringing so we thought that maybe he DID pick up but 3 way conference calling doesn’t let the third caller speak, just listen, so that had Ells & I freaking out.

We seriously thought he had picked up and was listening to our every word. But we couldn’t hear him talking so we had these 5 second gaps to let him talk ‘cause maybe he couldn’t get a word in since we’re so talkative. Haha. Well anyway, at the first 5 second silence, we distinctly heard a low voice saying ‘hello’. Which freaked the living daylights out of the both of us, I swear! It was like, some Freddy Kruger thing. No, more like a scene in When A Stranger Calls. AAARRRRGGGGHHH.

So we thought what a stupid functionality that would be, you can call someone but they wouldn’t be able to say a thing. Therefore we called it ‘The Stalker Mode’. Cause you know when stalkers call the stalkee, they just listen to their voices with heavy bated breathing.

But I seriously thought he’d gone and died. Like, honestly. And that his ghost still roams the house ‘cause you know like, in movies where, ghostly figures can’t say a word right? So that just backed up our Joshua’s-Gone-Up-To-Heaven theory.

Well, he doesn’t go online, return my calls nor reply my message, so that pretty much had me worked up.

WHY AM I SO CONCERNED ANYWAY?!?!

I’ve lost it, oh no, I’ve finally lost it.

Well anyway, I just texted him and he is NOT dead (from what I previously thought, and I’m not kidding, I mean it literally, that’s what had me worried sick, I thought he’d gone and was pushing up daisies right now, as weird as that sounds). So it’s all good. Whew. See?

This is what happens when people don’t return my calls or reply my messages. I turn into some paranoid psychopath.

Yeah, lesson learnt for today you guys:

Always Reply Chelsea’s Messages And Return Her Calls. Or Else.

Labels: Ells, farewell, Josh, lessons, people, phone calls, random

10:56 AM
It’s 11 am and instead of being stuck in a classroom with a monotonous teacher just as weary of the holiday classes as the students are, I am here at the immigration place, which is equally as monotonous and weary as it gets, waiting for my number to be called on. Ah, 809 goes the counter. What’s my number again? Oh yes, 840. Sheesh. It’s as boring as class if not worse (at least in class there are people you know, here, it’s practically zero). I choose class. I didn’t go today ‘cause I felt like sleeping in but I can’t use this as an excuse and amazingly, as if on cue, Dad took me to here to get my IC renewed. Sweet.

11:04 AM
Or not. Dad said they mightn’t allow me to get my photograph taken since I’m not dressed for it. Hey, a black shirt, camo jeans and my Converse sneakers look just fine to me (although, I don’t see what my shorts and shoes have got to do with it, they’re only taking it from the neck up). Wonder how long this is gonna take, I have music class at 1. Which reminds me, I wonder if I could crash at Sticks’ place after. I do hope so (she’s kinda sensitive about short-noticed visitors, just like your mom, Ells).

11:23 AM
On average, one counter takes 7 minutes (I know, I counted), there are 3 counters right now (actually, they have 10, but I don’t see what’s the point in having so many when you’re only gonna keep a few open. This happens everywhere) open to green ICs. 840 – 815 (that would be the number now) is 25. Divide that by 3, you get 8.6666 something. Multiplied by 7, you get about 60 minutes. Holy mac, I’m such a dork. I actually calculated all that. See? This is what inactivity does to me. That means one more hour of waiting here. Sigh.

11:30
Wow, it’ll totally be like, bummer dude, if they tell me I can’t get my photograph taken after waiting this long.

11:35 AM
I look to the right and I see rows and rows of dreary-looking people waiting for their number to come up. I look to the left and I see this guy with a crazy look, furiously banging on his Nintendo DS, PSP or whatever game console humanity has to offer. Honestly, what is with guys and gaming? And I look behind me; I see the Ministry of Finance building. Or as I like to call it, the Money Place. You know I can see this very building from school? Speaking of which, I wonder what Aikks, Nickks, Stickks and the rest of the guys doing. Oh, probably stuck in a drop dead dull room.

11:56 AM
Number 839! Yeah! One more! My estimations—



At this point, the numbers 8, 4 & 0 in bright red, digital colors beeped on the counter header. One hour exactly. Yeah. The lady at the counter treated me as if I were 4 years old. Grr. Do I look like I can only understand one syllable at a time?! That just ticks me off. ><

So this is what I was up to, sitting on those annoying creaky chairs, writing. Pfft. I’d rather go to school, but I need my IC renewed before PMBs. Which was moved back a couple of days in advance. THANKS, THAT’S REALLY HELPFUL, I’M GONNA GO BURN MY BOOKS NOW.

****

Guess what? My music teacher ain’t Catholic. Nor is she Christian. Or Jewish. She’s Muslim. Muslim. Honestly. I haven’t got anything against Muslims; loads of my close mates are Muslim, but my teacher? Muslim? I never saw that one. She always looked so...Christian. Haha.

And guess what? Her name isn’t even Honey. It’s freaking Sarah Jane. ‘Honey’ is not even remotely close to Sarah Jane. And I never knew, I just found out last week when she was IMing with her mom. I don’t even know her anymore!

I bet she has a house in Cleveland, Ohio, her natural hair color is actually ginger, she’s adopted and is secretly related to George W. Bush. Who are you?!?!?!

Haha, I’m being paranoid, Honey, or like, Sarah Jane, is really awesome, if only teachers at school could be like her. It’s fun. Anyway, onto other matters: I did NOT get kicked out of my band. A slight, teensy, little misunderstanding is all it was. Hey, Izaq said not to “bother coming to any jamming session”. How was I supposed to interpret that? Oh well, it’s all good now.

Feeling mildly hungry, I haven’t eaten dinner yet. My last meal was like a plate of hotdogs, very, VERY scrambled eggs, squid balls and crabsticks. Hey, it’s good food!

Kind of looking forward to school tomorrow, I hope this time, we’d actually have break. For heaven’s sake, we kids need a rest dang it!

****

Hey Alister, I know you’re reading this and have been looking for your name in my entries frantically for so long. Here you go. Haha, the things you do to get in the media.

(He likes to be mentioned, who doesn’t right?)

Labels: hilarious, people, random, skipping school, USA

I just woke up about 25 minutes ago, I am seriously sleep deprived. It takes hours (literally) for me to finally fall asleep after getting into bed. And it doesn’t help that we have holiday classes, meaning we have to get up early everyday just to get to deliriously boring classes.

I swear, I could fall asleep any second during the first two periods. And just about the rest of the class too (those who actually bother turning up before school begins, others actually miss the first two periods, Math. Can you blame them though?).


And it’s so frustrating that we don’t have any break. At all. Well, I haven’t had break in a couple days. Yesterday I got kicked out of third & fourth period for absolutely no apparent reason (which I don’t really mind), but break ended up as a semi-counselling session between me and the offending teacher.

And today, the whole class was so pissed, so, so, so pissed because the same teacher took over our break. You should’ve seen the look on their faces. Ready to kill, kill the teacher, I must say. So basically, it was all studying and burying ourselves in textbooks for 4 hours straight. Grr.

One word describes the holiday class: Crappy. Boring, pointless, and unfun works too. Yeah, oh well. What a holiday this has turned out to be. Everyone I’ve encountered so far has had a near death experience, death from boredom. Man. I suppose there isn’t really much we can do in this place.

Goodluck not dying this holiday, hope to see you after.

Labels: holidayys, school, things that piss me off

“..And from your lips, she drew the hallelujah.”
–Hallelujah



So I almost got the spot at Chill. Yeah, almost. Not that I failed the interview, it’s just that I was too freaked out. By the guy who owns the place. Well, he was intimidating and all. But who cares? I’ll try again. But I prefer finding out whether they do take under aged, non-locals as their employees, rather than going for the interview and getting immediately turned down for not having a yellow IC.

Yesterday could win The Most Uneventful Going-Out award of the year. Yeah, we didn’t do much, Aikks, Rona, Des & I, and we spent virtually the WHOLE time at Chill. Haha, faithful clients, we are. There weren’t any customers at all, so we decided to take over the place for a bit, and we just kinda sat all over pretending we didn’t know each other. Rona was stuck outside eating her sandwich, Aikks inside; I was in the middle while Des sat in the most secluded corner he could find. Of course, the waiters, who were like, Nikki & Giebabe, didn’t mind. And there wasn’t anything to do, so we all just watched TV. Yep, free entertainment for everyone.

We didn’t bother watching anything either cause nothing slightly amusing was on. Well, Aikks wanted to go see Mamma Mia but Rona & I’d rather not. It was mighty awkward too when Des arrived cause well, he got freaked that it was an all female crowd. Honestly speaking, he didn’t say a word until much, much later. He was really shy (which was one reason why we spread over Chill, less awkward, haha). Man, I can honestly say it would’ve been seriously funner if Josh was there. Couldn’t make it thought, sadly.

The only highlight of yesterday was going to the pool at Rizqun and getting kicked out. Aikks was willing to pay me money if I jumped into the pool. I wanted to, I really did. Haha. And for about 10 minutes, we tried ever so hard to get each other wet. Until this guy in pink came up to Des and said that we should get out and that the pool was ‘only for customers’. Killjoy.

So basically what we did was sit all over Chill, get wet (to the point of looking like you’ve pissed in your pants) in the pool area, get kicked out, walk around aimlessly and uh, that’s kinda it. Highly uneventful, I must say.

Oh well, bloody hope next time we go out would at least be a little funner. What sucks is that our 5-day holiday just ended tonight and well, it’s back to getting our lazy 9th & 11th grade asses back to school tomorrow. Wish I was in the 10th grade. I’m not even sure what the subjects are for tomorrow. Goodness.

And so ladies & gentlemen, without further ado, the holiday ends.

Labels: hanging out, holidayys, people, school, things that piss me off, weekends, work

Jesus, you are my bestfriend. No doubt.

God gave us back the electricity and I am so happy. Honestly. I just went to all the windows in my house and screamed “I want the power back!” hoping that someone would hear me and take pity and go call the person responsible for the power cut. Haha. I think I pissed the neighbours off though.

But anyway, I prayed that the power’d come back on after I took a bath and guess what? It did. Haha, love God.

Well yeah, I just endured another 60-minute black out (if you can call it a black out, it’s still pretty bright). Our neighbourhood sucks. This is the second time in just one week. Aaarrggh. And Josh insists I move to his area. Haha, I wish. It’s amazing how our daily life depends entirely on electricity huh? I mean, no TV, no PC, no AC, no Joe (he ran out of battery), no nothing. Geez huh?

Well it’s Day 3 of the holidays and there still isn’t anything much to busy myself with. I wonder what everyone else is up to right now. Oh, that’s right, NOTHING. Absolutely nothing.

Welcome to our small state of Brunei. A tiny dot in the vastness of the world map, I mean you can’t even point it out to people because the minuteness of the thing. Sheesh. And it is NOT interesting. Probably for senior citizens but not for kids like us. We need something to do. It’s what we hitch our whole existence to!

Ah well. Life goes on. And well, this place isn’t so bad. It’s actually really nice around here minus the fact that there isn’t anything to do & anywhere to go. Yeah. Like Mary Jayy said, “Count yourself lucky if you have Astro or E-speed.” Amen to that.

Labels: holidayys, home, people, random, things that piss me off

Today, I walked in on my teacher taking a piss (I couldn’t think of a better way to start this entry). My male teacher. And I am completely traumatized. I mean, he didn’t close the door for heaven’s sake and how was I supposed to know?! And no, I didn’t see anything, THANK GOD. It kinda went like this:


I open the toilet door and see the teacher peeing.

Me: Oh, shoot, aaarrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhh! *literally screaming my head off*
Teacher: Oh my God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH! *slams the door shut*
The other teacher: What happened?!
Me: He. Was. Peeing.
The other teacher: DID YOU SEE IT?
Me: NO! THANK GOD! HE WAS STANDING, DUH!


Yep. Thank God that guys piss standing up. If not then...shudders. But after that we burst into laughter for like 5 minutes straight. Including the offending teacher. HAHA. Still..it was not something I’d like to happen again. Like, ever. And why do I always walk in on people peeing? Especially guys? Geez. Do I have this sign on my head that says ‘It’s okay to pee in my presence, don’t be shy’? For goodness sake.

So anyway, I got kicked out The Understatement yesterday. Oh, that’s right, you have no bloody idea what the hell that is. It’s my so-called band, for which I’m the rhythmist & part time lead guitarist. That is, until yesterday. The vocalist/bassist kicked me out. Pfft. Like that even bothers me, I honestly couldn’t care less, GOOD LUCK FINDING YOUR OWN RHYTIMIST! =.=

Apparently, I got kicked out because I couldn’t make it to ONE (just ONE) jamming session (I chose to go out with my mates, it was on the same day, plus I planned this earlier than the practice). Bloody hell, it was only ONE. And it’s not like that’s gonna be our ONE & ONLY session and I simply CANNOT miss it. And he had the nerve to say “some people, they put their self enjoyment after the band”. I can honestly say that I am so glad I’m not like ‘some people’. Yeah. He even asked me who I was commited to more? My band or my friends. Right. Who kicks people out of the band for that silly reason? Like Mary J said, “Don’t give a crap about these people, they’re not worth it.”

Some people will never understand my genius.

Oh, guess who I saw today? None other than Benjamin, remember him guys? The annoying dude from the 6th grade who moved to St Andrew’s? Apparently, he takes drums at Neo & his class just so happened to take place after mine. Here’s how the how-do-you-do conversation went:


Me, packing up my stuff, Benjamin walks through the door.

Benjamin: Hello Chelsea. *in this sinister-like voice, actually he was always sinister-like, evil mastermind-like*
Me: *all shocked* Oh my God. It’s you. You’re here. What are you doing here? What the—


Yeah, I suppose I could’ve said something nicer. Haha. Oh well, I was pretty surprised and it has been a while since I last saw the dude.

Well, I gotta run now, my room looks like a storm’s just finished ransacking through it. Really, there are clothes everywhere, bags scattered over here, shoes strewn across the floor and lots and lots of other junk everywhere else. Gosh. I seriously need to clean this up and get ready for rehearsals at 6. =.=

Labels: hilarious, music, people, personal things

“Greenland!”
“Europe!”
“British!”
“Nikki!”
“Joshua!”
“Osman!”
“Uh...bin Laden!”

Silence.

“I’m telling Josh!”

Today’s the last day till our 5-day holiday. School resumes on Monday again, and well, I suppose it’s better than having no holiday at all right? About a quarter of the school didn’t bother showing up today and that includes The Pessimist (I’m gonna go sue him later).

We were real bored today so we made up this game, we call it The Relation Game and it isn’t half as bad as it sounds. All you have to do is say a word that’s related to a word the person before you said, it’s really quite hilarious, and it’s amazing how people can be related to something. Like, Simon Cowell for example. Nickks couldn’t think of anything and so said ‘gay’. As for ‘turtleneck’, I said ‘Ronnie’ to which ‘evil’ & ‘strict’ were related to. As for ‘bald’ we related ‘Britney Spears’ and ‘rehab’. Haha. It’s not that lame, it’s actually fun.

“Marvel.”
“DC Comics.”
“Washington DC.”
“George W. Bush.”
“Iraq.”
“Iran.”
“Uh..uh, Arian?”
“Robert DeNiro”
“Moles.”

Get it? Probably not, but it was funny all the time. Haha. So anyway, it’s a long weekend ahead of us, looking forward to lounging around all day. Yay me.

Oh, and I heard the PMB was moved back to like, the 16th of October. That just...sucks. Two days less, so it’s like what? Exactly one month from today. That’s alright, we can handle it. If they can, then why can’t we right?

Labels: people, random, school

Mmm, singing in the shower is so fun. I was singing Jasey Rae all the way, it’s a beautiful song.

Just got out of the shower (smelling good, looking good, feeling good, haha) a couple of minutes ago and my hair is half wet, half kinked up. What is with that stupid rule “You have to tie up your hair so that teachers can see whether you’re paying attention, sleeping or plugged in to your iPod”?! For goodness sake, I’m sick of it. Our school so sucks. But I have absolutely no intention of moving, except maybe to JIS, the people here rock.

Something to look forward to everyday. Which reminds me...tomorrow’s Tuesday. Reasons NOT to look forward to tomorrow:


O1. We have 5 periods of Math straight before break. *Screams* No, no, mustn’t let them get to me. But you know, it’s sad. Last Tuesday, about half of our class didn’t turn up until after the 2nd or 3rd period. Haha. Some didn’t even bother going to school at all.

O2. We have lab tomorrow, but as sucky as it seems, half of all the computers in the lab are clearly dysfunctional; either they’ve lost a mouse, a keyboard or no Internet. But you know, even WITH the Internet, it’s freaking slow and it takes hours to get to any dotcom. Gosh.

O3. Another day of cat & mouse chase with the discipline teacher. Dammit, why don’t you just leave me and my hair alone already!

O4. Another day of having to endure severely unfunny and graphic jokes, while running away trying not to get caught in the act of ‘ditching’. I can’t take it. Not any longer.

O5. Another day of backbiting, back talking with everyone else. To be honest, I am sick of talking about people behind their backs; from now on, it’s either I don’t talk about them or don’t talk AT ALL. And if they get on MY nerves on more time, it’s not my fault I lose my cool and burst in their faces. This applies to all those I’m conspiring against right now (that is Ronnie, my clone, the annoying graphic joker and uh, ******).
06. It’s the last day of school. Not really.


And I also have reasons to look forward to tomorrow:


O1. It’s the last day for ‘normal day’ students so that means the last day of hanging out with um, people who are normal day students. Haha. Like, for example, Josh. Who probably isn’t going to school, that pessimist, claims there’s nothing to do in school but so much to do at home. I can’t say I feel the same. Haha.
O2. There is an upside to the 5 periods of Torture. Teachers can’t take 4 to 5 periods of their subject straight for 2 hours and a half, so they end up teaching us for about an hour and give the rest as time for us to ‘do whatever the heck we want as long as we keep our mouths shut and our hands to ourselves’.
O3. Since all the computers in the lab suck, that means one hour of free period/roaming around school with Aikks. I’m not entirely sure if we’re allowed to do that, but who cares anyway.
O4. I like school.
O5. I like school a lot.


I hope tomorrow will be a brighter day.

Sleep tight everyone, I bid you sweet dreams.

Labels: home, people, personal things, school

“..Love just blew in through the door. Oh no, no, wait, he’s not love, he’s just some dude who you apparently like because of constant donning of Michael Jackson hair. Well, it is kinda cool.”

Something tells me I should go online. Well, here I am, armed with a killer nickname & an attitude to match but I don’t see anyone who I’d bother to chat with. =.=

This is so boring. Honestly. I’d appreciate it if people would at least try to make conversation with me.

****
Kevin: **** you, jackass!

Kids pass by.

Me: You did not hear that!!
Kid: Yes, I did! *giggles*
Me: No you didn’t!
Kid: I heard it!
Me: No you didn’t! This conversation never happened, go on, walk away!

Kids walk away laughing.


Last Saturday must have been the worst weekend ever. I woke up, was force fed breakfast (despite my appeal to go fasting, just like the Muslims), went to school, rode back, and endured a horrible blackout two times, screaming everytime the lights goes out, pleading to go God to bring back the lights, went online to get someone to call the electricity department while my parents were at this retro themed party (she went as a chocolate bar and he went as...my dad).

Haha. Yeah. But it’s cool. No black out right now right? Thank God.

So today was...interesting. Not really. There was this car boot sale (to be honest, I didn’t see the boot of any car) at school and there were all these people selling books, clothes, lightbulbs, chocolate mousse, cheesecake and hamsters. The last sold out real quick, much to the demand of screaming little children begging each other for $5.

Which reminds me of my hamster. He died. Yeah. Well anyway, at least he died peacefully unlike the way Shannon’s hamster died (her mom accidentally stepped on it crushing it). Enough about that.

Tomorrow’s the last day of school. Not. Us, Year 9s, unfortunately, have holiday class. Darn it. This is so frustrating. Well, it’s not like there’s anything to do at home. Sigh.

This is getting really boring. How the hell do you get rid of someone and kindly tell him his jokes are NOT funny and his pranks are too immature without hurting his feelings? Cause I am sick, sick, sick and I’m gonna puke if I hear another graphic joke, which I completely am NOT interested in.

****
Seriously, where is everyone? Oi, you! Get your arse back online.

Labels: people, random, school

“..Love just blew in through the door. Oh no, no, wait, he’s not love, he’s just some dude who you apparently like because of constant donning of Michael Jackson hair. Well, it is kinda cool.”

Something tells me I should go online. Well, here I am, armed with a killer nickname & an attitude to match but I don’t see anyone who I’d bother to chat with. =.=

This is so boring. Honestly. I’d appreciate it if people would at least try to make conversation with me.

****
Kevin: **** you, jackass!

Kids pass by.

Me: You did not hear that!!
Kid: Yes, I did! *giggles*
Me: No you didn’t!
Kid: I heard it!
Me: No you didn’t! This conversation never happened, go on, walk away!

Kids walk away laughing.


Last Saturday must have been the worst weekend ever. I woke up, was force fed breakfast (despite my appeal to go fasting, just like the Muslims), went to school, rode back, and endured a horrible blackout two times, screaming everytime the lights goes out, pleading to go God to bring back the lights, went online to get someone to call the electricity department while my parents were at this retro themed party (she went as a chocolate bar and he went as...my dad).

Haha. Yeah. But it’s cool. No black out right now right? Thank God.

So today was...interesting. Not really. There was this car boot sale (to be honest, I didn’t see the boot of any car) at school and there were all these people selling books, clothes, lightbulbs, chocolate mousse, cheesecake and hamsters. The last sold out real quick, much to the demand of screaming little children begging each other for $5.

Which reminds me of my hamster. He died. Yeah. Well anyway, at least he died peacefully unlike the way Shannon’s hamster died (her mom accidentally stepped on it crushing it). Enough about that.

Tomorrow’s the last day of school. Not. Us, Year 9s, unfortunately, have holiday class. Darn it. This is so frustrating. Well, it’s not like there’s anything to do at home. Sigh.

This is getting really boring. How the hell do you get rid of someone and kindly tell him his jokes are NOT funny and his pranks are too immature without hurting his feelings? Cause I am sick, sick, sick and I’m gonna puke if I hear another graphic joke, which I completely am NOT interested in.

****
Seriously, where is everyone? Oi, you! Get your arse back online.

Labels: people, random, school

Funny. It’s the very first time in weeks that I’m at sitting in front of Joe, with nothing to do but get myself online, read the seemingly entertaining nicknames of romance struck mates online at the moment, be amused and then wonder what people mean by them, at a weekend instead of sitting at Chill for the third time ordering their seemingly awesome seafood pasta and jasmine tea at half past eleven.

Odd. Really. Most weekends are spent in a shut-off drum room at Neo, struggling to read music, then getting picked up by my bestfriend as we go off for yet another seemingly great catching-up session at the mall. Last week was spent at her house, watching hilarious British TV shows (courtesy of Josh), having insane group convo’s wherein people try to convince Josh & I that we’re are engaged-to-married and that I just never wanted to tell them. Honestly. Enough with the Chelsea & Josh thing already people. There is nothing, repeat, NOTHING between us. Like, duh.

Anyway...I don’t want to be home right now. Wish I was out or something.

Ronnie was at it again in class. I cannot stand his English. Really.

Ronnie: There were 4 boys arrested yesterday for stealing. See? They were comprehended. If you go against me, I will also comprehend you. If you bully me, I will comprehend your parents, I will sue them.

*Goes out.

Isaac: Doesn’t he mean APPREHEND?

Seriously, go look it up. Comprehend means ‘to understand’. I know, I asked my English teacher. Honestly. He has to work on his English. Badly. And he says he’s studied in UK. I swear, he makes one more grammatical blunder and I will seriously correct him even if it ends up with me getting kicked out of the school for “correcting and disrespecting a superior”. Riiiiight.

Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday to Jean Pierre “Jhey-P” Amonance & Brian “Lil’ Bry” Heu (I think those are their names, I don’t really know what Bryan’s last name is, honestly). God bless you guys. Lil Bryan. Haha, I guess it works if your definition of ‘little’ is ‘5 foot 7 slash 8’. He is NOT little anymore, I swear. He and Mickko invited me to his party (free booze, free music, free food) but unfortunately I am here. Writing this. It’s not like I wanted to go anyway, there’s probably a thousand people I don’t know getting wasted at the moment over there.

About my current and in going unemployment...I can’t work at Chill despite the fact that I could pass for a local. Okay, maybe not. What is with the nationality issue here? Apparently you have to have a freaking yellow IC (mine’s green) to work anywhere if your underage. Really convenient huh? That sucks. So continues the search for a job.

Have a great weekend then fellas, maybe it’ll be better than mine.

Labels: birthdays, people, random, school

“..Now there’s an aching in my back, a stabbing pain that says I lack the common sense and confidence to bring an end to promises that I make in times of desperate conversation. Hoping my night would be better than theirs in the end. Just say when.” –Jasey Rae

Moving on. Again.

Labels: personal things

I guess I was wrong; there is much to write about. I probably wasn’t in the mood to write anything yesterday.

So we’ve finally gotten the much awaited, anxiety causing, results of the mocks. And guess what? I’ve got 7 FREAKING A’S OUT 8. That’s what I’m talking about. Thank God. And I didn’t fail BM this time. I just passed actually. D. Haha. I haven’t bothered to take a look at it yet though; noticing my BM paper carelessly thrown into the messy pile I call my desk, I just glanced at the part saying Marks.

And they’ve given out the registration forms for Year 10. And I know I’ve been saying that I’ll probably take Art but I kinda want to switch to Pure Science now. I want to take Biology (seems interesting) & Physics but not Chemistry. I have to take it though. It’s like, a MUST. Fine, it is important. I’ll take it then.

As for elective classes, it’s either Principle of Accounts, Commerce or A Math. Geography and Computer isn’t really my thing. Or maybe I’ll take IRK and sleep through the whole semester. Oh no, they’ll kick me out for obstruction of religious boundaries & policies. I mean, I’m not even Muslim. Haha. Man. I wish our school had more options. Sadly, it’s more of a money making business rather than a place for education, really.

So, yesterday was great. I stayed back for music class (which was really weird, my teacher and I kept laughing over the randomest thing and there was this one part I mentioned the word ‘endorphins’ and we burst out laughing for about 5 minutes) with Aikks and we went over to that Chinese restaurant next door for lunch. The food is honestly great. We were supposed to meet up with Sticks and Isaac there but they were nowhere near Sing U Mee. So we guessed that they got carried away upstairs at Netland playing Call of Duty 4 or something.

After a late lunch of crispy noodles, seafood soup and lomaikai (some Chinese dish offering sticky rice with a red hue and a variety of pork and chicken, courtesy of Kevin), I suggested going back to Stick’s house. Aikks doubted it asking how they’d know we were there, like, do we just sit around outside their gate waiting for either Isaac, Mina or Janno to look out the window and let us in or something. But, my plan was to walk over, get seen by Buddy, he’ll bark when he sees us and if Sticks and Isaac were at back home then Buddy’ll attract their attention and let us in the house.

Which worked, surprisingly. 6 feet from the front gate, Buddy barks at us and Isaac’s head pops out of the terrace and yells at us to get inside. So there we were while all Sticks, Isaac and Aikks (Janno was sleeping) did was go crazy playing Guitar Hero, God of War, Need for Speed, some wrestling game and a couple of American football matches.

I, unlike almost everyone I know, am not Nintendo influenced. Haha. Honestly. So I just sat there with my Joe going “Sticks, you guys have any books?” over and over. Haha.

And oh, Mina’s dog, Buddy is really cool. Yeah, he’s huge & barking viciously is his idea of saying ‘I just wanna be your friend.’ Really. I suppose he sees Aikks as medium-rare steak and me as fried chicken combo. Nahh, Buddy was actually friendly and we played with him (if you can call reaching through his cage, getting licked and all, playing. They’re afraid he might run around lose in the neighbourhood so they keep him in this cage thing.) Huge dog too, German shepherd. I WANT A SHEEPDOG.

Speaking of animal companionship, I had this pet yesterday. For like, about 10 minutes. Till Josh came and freaked it out. Okay, whatever, so what if Luigi’s just a ladybug? Can’t find those anywhere. Sticks saw this ladybug-looking thing on the window sill. Despite Isaac being all crazy-cautious (“Chelsea, DON’T TOUCH IT, IT COULD BE POISONOUS!!!!!!”), it crawled on me and we decided to name it Luigi (it looked like those mushroom things in Mario). Anyway, Josh came and it flew away. Luigi doesn’t like pessimists. Hahahahaha. Kidding Josh.

On a more realistic term, I want sheepdog. Really.

Well, I gotta go now. TV calls. I borrowed this TV series from Rona, called The Catherine Tate Show and it is hilarious. British shows do have a great sense of humor despite what I originally thought (Harry Potter, I mean, come on, there wasn’t anything even remotely hilarious there). Gotta go finish it because The Pessimist’s mother wants to borrow it, hope you don’t mind Rona.

Enjoy the rest of your Friday, it’s already the weekend a little too soon.

Labels: people, random, school

“..This broken city sky, like butane on my skin
Stolen from my eyes, hello angel
Tell me where are you,
Tell me where we go from here.

And in this moment we can close the lids on our burning eyes
Our memories blanket us with friends we know
Like fall out vapour.
Still corpses stretch out towards and ending sun
Scorched and black,
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart
As ice cold hands rip into your heart.

That’s if you still have on last left
Inside that cage you call a chest
And after seeing what we saw
Can we still reclaim our innocence?

And if the world needs something better
Let’s give them one more reason.”

Skylines and Turnstiles

September 11 2001
Infamously known as 7/11.

A moment of silence.

****

5 days have passed and nothing much has happened. Everything’s still mucked up. And there is nothing much to say.

****
We’re in Stickk’s house. Unexpectedly.

Labels: people, random, school

Just a few random photos to keep everyone entertained.


The 5th grade. I suppose you people can guess which one I am. It does NOT look anything like me now though, oddly enough. The old days. Dang.


This photograph is awesome. The poses. Haha.


Elaine's farewell. Well, I was caught in an awkward pose. I don't think I even knew we were being photographed. I miss Elaine T.T


All the fun things.


This was at the 7th Fleet Band gig at school.


and that was us with the keyboardist dude. They rocked. More photographs of them soon. Haha.

Labels: people, photographs, school

Aikks
Dude. Sorry for not replying all that time, was caught up in stuff. Haha. Joe is great though, haha. That’s a lot of money as a reward, so I am worth a lot. Haha.

Vee
Thanks, it means a lot haha. Be a regular yeah? LMAO. What’s with the ‘whoaa’? Haha.

Disconinjas
Haha cool. Link my blog to yours yeah? (:

Kriztin
Hahaha, thought you’ve forgotten. Too late, I just watched it haha, it sucks. It’s true. I want to watch Pineapple Express but it’s not out here yet ): How’s life so far?

Haz
I think I’ve replied in the chat box. Haha.

Myka
Thank you (:

Eraaa
It has been a while since I’ve heard from you hahah. :D What’s up?

Josh
That’s what YOU think.

Niks
Haha, I’ve gone through in one piece already, thank God. Life will always be messed up, we might as well get used to it. Haha.

Leu
Thanks, I suppose.

Aikks (again)
She is EVERYWHERE. Aaarrggh. I know, everyone’s all happy & stuff for me. It just shows how awesome God’s angels are i.e. you guys. (: Gatsby wax gel. Wish me luck. Man.

The Paths
*Hugs back* Your words have done its job. Haha, thanks for waking me up from those far away dreams. I’ll always make you proud :D Hahahah


Richelle
The KitKat? Isaac nabbed it from me ): But at least I got a bite. HAHAHA. The dude? I just told you, like, earlier in school. Haha. Thanks for supporting (:

JB/Ells
At least you’re there even though you didn’t know bout it much. Thanks hon, I love you back! (:

Izaq
Paper Wars: Check again!
Jamming After Orals: Too much to write about, don’t want to bore my readers to death.
How Cool Izaq Is: There is NOTHING to say here.
Hahahahahah. Chill! Geez.

Stiicks
Right, I’ll shorten it for you. That was the only uber long one, the one about last Saturday.

Rona
It always is, it’s my life. Drama drama :/ Enough with the “Chels buzzing like a fly” already! Give me something cooler. Haha. Thanks, I suppose. & it’s all over now. We’re done and happy. It’s all good. And yes, I am dealing with it, who said I was running away? Okay, that last message was uber dramatic, but I’ll take it as support. Haha. I’m glad for you guys being here. I love you dude! (:

Labels: people, replies

#O1 I love mint ice cream.
I mean, that must be really weird, everyone else I know hates mint flavoured ice cream(except maybe for Josh), but I like the uniqueness of its taste, both hot & cold at one time. Twisted. Haha.


#O2 I dance.
Well, used to. Oh yeah, whatever, just go on and laugh. Hahahaha. I used to be involved in all these school dance performances but I kinda stopped after the 6th grade. But it’d be really cool if I cool if I get to join some dance school or something, apart from my music and all.


#O3 I absolutely hate bitter gourd.
Period.


#O4 I have a black hole somewhere in my gut (Kevin says so).
It’s the only reason why I feel hungry less than 15 minutes after I just ate something big (like right now).


#O5 I eat a lot.
I love food. I’m sure people who’ve seen me eat know this, but I just wanted to say so since practically everyone I know calls me skinny/anorexic and accuse me of not eating enough when in fact I eat more than they probably do in a day. And still manage to be this thin.


#O6 I have this phobia of getting stuck in an elevator.
Really.


#O7
I chew on all my straws, I push when the door says pull and I go up the down escalator to the harassment of tourists.


#O8 I like hitting things with my fist.
It’s like, my outlet when I get all pissed off. It feels great, curling your hand up into a ball and just driving it into anything breakable, like the school walls for example. Now i know why the guys enjoy punching it so much.


#O9I named my laptop after Joseph Trohman;
one of the greatest guitarists of all time.


#1O I let lyrics govern my life too much.
It’s time I make a stand for myself and write my on lyrics to live by.


#11 I’m incredibly inquisitive about things.
And sometimes I go a little too overboard when asking questions. Like, I secretly wanna ask Ronnie if he failed English, and I secretly wanna ask the principal what happened to his legs.


#12 I’m allergic to sunlight.
Well, actually, I’m allergic to sunburns. I remember sleeping over at Rona’s, jumping into the pool the next day, spending about 3 to 4 hours under the sun, screaming at the incredible tan of my skin after and then enduring getting my arms and legs all swollen and blotchy for about a couple hours. I doused myself in alcohol just to ease the itch. I swear.


#13 I am secretly not ticklish.
Hahahaha. People think they’ve got me but in reality, I got them.


#14
I don’t like Pete Wentz.


#15 I like Michael Jackson’s songs.
I do. It’s sad that he went all white and stuff, what was up with that?


Well that wasn’t interesting as you might’ve thought it would be. Well at least now you know 15 more things about me, right, right? Like that’s going to be useful in any way, but whatever, anyone who’s read this and has a blog or whatever, is tagged. I don’t want to bother writing down names. Oh, they should add that as #16: I am lazy.

Labels: personal things, random

“For the Year 9s and Year 10s, nothing much is going on.” –Ronnie at today’s assembly

That could be the understatement of the year.

These days, you know after the mocks, have been incredibly vague and awfully messed up. Honest. I can’t explain it but it’s been crazy since the exams started. On the academic side of things, they’ve changed our timetable, our schedule’s all messed up, we’ve been having nothing but free time on most days (that part, I like) and there’s just so much going on.

Our timetable’s freaking insane. 5 freaking periods of freaking Math, straight on Tuesdays. Seriously. Who can survive that? Even teacher Ronnie didn’t like it. I bet our Math teacher’s gonna have a cardiac arrest when she finds out she had 2 hours straight with us (she doesn’t like our class a lot) I wonder who the heck decided to screw up our timetable?

Today we had like, Science from break till dismissal. For now it’s alright, since our Science teacher’s gone on holiday and all we had was free period. The first period was spent having paper ball fights. Teachers kept coming in at random moments and we had to like, snatch the paper balls from all over the floor and hide them (they take cleanliness too seriously, not like it ever makes the school better, I mean just look at the toilets). Serious fun, apart from the principal coming in on two occasions.

The next half hour, a sub came in and he brought these chess sets and the dudes were all worked up about it while I was looking through this really cool guitar magazine, I forgot the name but the electric guitars featured were freaking awesome. There was a picture of Joseph Trohman in it and I just sorta kept shoving into people’s faces going, “Look, it’s Joe, he’s my hero, seriously.” Haha.

We had to some English work for the last two periods. I have no freaking idea why they wanted us sit quietly like it was the freaking qualifyings. 20 minutes through the paper I got really bored and threw a paper ball at this dude in front of me who threw it back and thus, World War III began. I just kept dragging people into it by throwing paper balls at random classmates, and they aimed at whoever they suspected and eventually the whole class got in on it and amazingly, the sub didn’t notice a thing. Freaking fun.

I never really finished my English classwork. The fight went on till dismissal.

Haha. Which was really crazy, I missed my ride home; actually, they left me, so I tried hitching a ride with someone. But everyone I asked somehow couldn’t give me a lift home.

Aikks couldn’t cause her dad’s got guests to entertain, Nickks couldn’t since his dad’s got stuff to do, Josh just wouldn’t because he thinks my house is too far (seriously), Des couldn’t cause he thinks his grandfather’s too embarrassing or something (he sounds cool, from what I’ve heard), Liz couldn’t cause her parents were in a rush, and Hanee couldn’t, she lives nowhere near me.

Wow. It’s like; none of them even wanted me in their car. What the hell? Do I have a sign on me that says Will Bite You, Stay Away? I thought so. A couple of these girls in my class are freaking scared of me (they ask permission even to sit/be anywhere near Aikks and I hang out) Seriously. What is up with that?

So anyway, I ended up hitching a ride with Winnie, who I am not even remotely close too, I just happened to know her and she just happened to live somewhere near me. Before I asked her, I asked Nickks and so we waited by the hill thing with Josh and Des and Des had his paintings with him (he’s in Art) and we talked about art and stuff and there was this part where we accused him of being color blind (I think he is):


Des: (to Josh) Have you seen your brother paint? He’s color blind.

Me: Haha, no really?
Des: Nahh.
Me: You know, I think you’re color blind.

*points to this violet colored circle on Des’ drawing block*

Me: Okay, what color is that?
Des: Uh, blue-y purple?
Me: What? No, it’s white man. See, you’re color blind. It’s white right?
Nickks: Yeah, it is.
Josh: Yeah.
Me: See? It’s white.
Some random guy next to Des: It’s white.
Des (looking all confused): What????

*looks at the drawing block again*

Des: OH YEAH. It is white. I thought you were pointing at that thing.
We all laugh like crazy.


You wanna know something? Nothing on that drawing block was white. Gosh. I really, really, really think he’s color blind. Hahaha. I don’t know if it’s still funny the way I badly wrote it, but it was hilarious if you were there. So then we looked at all his artwork and stuff. Here’s another insane scene:


Everyone looking at Des’ drawings. We see a test paper in which all you had to do was draw one of the scenarios given.

Me: Oh, that’s cool. What’s the big deal? Art is easy.

Followed by this HUGE SILENCE and EVERYONE STARING AT ME (everyone there except Josh & Lee, actually I’m not sure if her name’s Lee—oh no wait, it’s Lim haha, I looked in the yearbook. Anyway, everyone else was in the Art stream except them, and after studying Art for almost a year, I guess they know, whether or not Art’s easy).

Me: Okay, what is up with the silence and why’s everyone looking at me weird?
Someone: Art is NOT easy.


After that scene, I guess art isn’t as easy as it looks. But hey, I was a born artist. Hahaha. No, seriously. Well, after all that, everyone went home and so did I in Winnie’s car. Which smelt like dog pee. No offence. She texted me after that:

“Pssst...Sorry bout the smell in the car. Haha. Cause last night we kept a puppy from the roadside there in my seat.”

I suppose that’s alright, it was for a good cause anyway haha. I salute you dude for taking in an abandoned little puppy, which, if you never did, would’ve probably gotten killed. Unless you took it home for animal testing or something. Hahaha, no I’m kidding. Gosh.

Well I finally got home; my dad didn’t even notice I was gone. Funny huh? Ah well, I’m exhausted now. It’s the weekend (again), in a couple of days and I am tired already.

Labels: hilarious, people, school

“Another night, another dream wasted on you.” –Mayday Parade

No longer.

It’s finally over, I’ve completely, entirely and finally moved on. It’s not like we ever were, but I’ve finally gotten over the fact that we probably never will be. Finally, after 9 long months of waiting, I’ve decided to get a move on and take the next steps forward.

No more getting over-ecstatic when you talk to me, say hi to or smile at me, no more getting crushed whenever you don’t, no more late nights thinking about what you did or didn’t do that day, no more refusing to get out of bed just to relive yesterday’s conversation, no more you running through my dreams every night, no more walking around the school at break while my friends beg me to sit down, just to catch a glimpse of you, no more, no more over-analyzing every single detail of our last encounter, no more writing lyrics about how I feel, no more going completely blank in class because my head was filled with thoughts, no more tearing out in frustration whenever I blow my chance of talking to you, no more enduring the stupid heat at assembly just to talk to you, no more. Not anymore.

I’m glad that’s finally over. I can’t say I would have my best days & happiest moments if I hadn’t fallen for you, honestly, it felt great. But I have to remind myself that it was also the main reason I’d feel donwncasted and incredibly moody at times. I want to thank you; I owe the best days of this year to you even though you never knew that you did.

What a pity, all those thoughts, dreams, all those times, those nights simply wasted. It was my fault anyway, how could I lead myself to believe that I had a chance when in fact I didn’t? How stupid. How could I let that Cupid hit me with his automatic and just leave the arrows in there, not even bothering to pull it out? But now I have. I’ve taken the last arrow by the end and pulled it out. Not this time Cupid.

I’m glad I’ve finally been woken up, and you seem happy so all I have to do is be happy for you and be happy myself. And I am. I’m great now. I don’t have anything against you and at least now I can get by each day without having to cope with my heart beat accelerating whenever I see your face.

To break the melodramatic & melancholy edge of this entry, I’d say it feels freaking awesome, to be able to start over with someone else. And yeah, there is someone else. Has been actually. If you know what I mean, haha. Oh, Cupid, what else could you live for?

Labels: personal things