It is presently 14 minutes past midnight and I’m still awake despite the facts: a.) I have school tomorrow morning which is bad because b.) I can’t sleep for just four hours and not resemble a walking zombie which is pretty contradictory cause c.) I love to sleep. Must have been my chocolate intake.
-start of slightly graphic part of entry-
I think I’m still high on that chocolate bar I had about... fourteen hours ago. (It’s already half past twelve, I’m trying to keep it down in here) And in that fourteen hours – and still counting – period of chocolate intoxication, Richelle and I found a sexgod in our school. No wait; scratch that, not a sexgod, THE sexgod, the ultimate sexgod. In mine and Richelle’s eyes, he is the hottest, most bangable guy in school. And I’m not telling you who it is, so bite me. (Okay, just to clear things up, we do not have a crush on him – Richelle’s got Shammy for Pete Wentz’s sake – we just find him ridiculously good eye candy.
We’re probably gonna gang up on him and rape him someday. He’s just so bangable. WHY?!
Chels: Hey [insert name here], we’re gonna rape you one day.
Chelle: Yeap, someday, someday.
Mr. Bangable: Ha-ha. Yeah sure, nice.
How can a guy have that much sex appeal? Good heavens. Okay, so before I start going into a full-length, fully-fledged entry of how bangable this guy is, I’m gonna stop. [insert name here], if you are reading this, don’t flatter yourself too much. But if you let me live inside your closet, I promise not to go gaga over your sexgodism. Okay, will try not to go gaga.
(For Richelle’s take on sexgodism, click here.)
-end of slightly graphic part of entry-
“..and boredom loves me during BM.”
–Richelle Ret
Absolutely. It’s a one-sided affair but I couldn’t agree more. In light of the monotony, Chelle and I listed down our favorite things that start with ‘S’. Her top three were: Shammy, snowflakes & spaghetti. And to be honest, I wholly protest against the top three propaganda—wait, that would mean I’m protesting against myself seeing as I came up with the whole ‘top three’ thing. Right. Whatever. So anyway, I can think up of a lot of my favorite ‘S’ things hands down. My top three would be... Saturdays, stars and sexgods. HAHA. I’m joking. Replace that last one with showers. Saturdays, stars and showers. Lovely.
Mine and Richelle’s entire list goes like this though– no wait, scratch that, this isn’t the entire list; we’re still working on it. Okay, here’s what we got so far:
Chelsea and Richelle’s Favorite Things That Start With S
stars –R & C
Shammy - R
sleeping - C
spaghetti, red - R
spaghetti, white - C
snow – C
socks, colored – R & C
smoothies – R & C
sundaes – R
sausages – C
Sundays – C & R
the sea –R & C
summer – R & C
steak – C & R
salmon, smoked – C
sleeping – C
swimming – R & C
*** ** **** – C & R
songs – R & C
showers – R & C
the sky – C & R
snowflakes - R
salami – C
sandwiches, bacon – C
Skittles - C
sunshine – C& R
sleeping – C
shoes – R & C
snogging – R & C
singing –R & C
the sky at night– C & R
serendipity - C
sarcasm – C
smusic – R & C
swriting – R & C
sinstant noodles – C
and of course,
our sexgod – C & R
Oh, and did I mention sleeping? Speaking of which, it’s 1:21 am. I have about... five hours left in bed. Anything else you want to add to that list? Leave it in the cbox, thanks very mucho. I’m gonna do my list some justice, call it a night and go to bed.
Good dawn, world. This day has been strange—holy cheesecake! I forgot another ‘s’ word! SUSHI. Sushi is the shizz, I kid you not. Okay, now I’m hungry.
Vamanos!
Labels: F.R.I.E.N.D.S., people, qoutes, TV shows
On weekend that changed everything.
Erase, erase, those memories with you are far gone and I’m glad for that.
I’ve left this town and don’t expect me back.
*
It’s 1:41 on Saturday morning. Not a very good time to be awake, but the night has been yet again bursting with emotional trauma and I really doubt I’ll be getting any more than four hours of sleep tonight.
Still, there’s no harm in trying. (No point in it either, to be fair.)
*
I’ll find it. I’ll find it someday. It could even be right here, right now, talking to me on MSN, telling me to get to bed before because I have school in the morning. Damn. I have school in the morning. Oh, sigh.
I’ll best be off. Till the next episode then fellas.
Good morning world, have a great weekend.
To Justeen Carlo A. Francisco;
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DOUCHENOZZLE.
You’re awesome. (But hush, don’t tell Izaq I said that!)
I’ve had my own share of memories with you and they were great. Well, maybe except for that time when you—nevermind.
God bless you and try not to make a mess out of your life, alright buddy?
Love, xx.
ps. You owe me eleven boxes of chocolates!
And to the one & only Amadeus Izaq S. Dumlao;
my hubuhuhbuhuhhbukuluhuguhuh buddy!
(Seriously man, I’ve forgotten what all that stood for)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AWESOMENESS.
(It’s your birthday, so I’m gonna cut you some slack and humor you.)
You know you’re epic. (In your own little world, that is)
You can be such a dickhole at times, but heck; you’re still “epic”.
Normally, I’d say something clever here but... my brain’s a little woozy from all your awesomeness.
And dude, hang in there.
Life can be friggin’ hard,
but the trick is trying harder than it.
And you know we’re always here for you, I just hope you frigging remember that, always.
Love,
your hubuhuhbuhuhhbukuluhuguhuhujushuhusu buddy.
The last three days of school have certainly been a 2nd degree riot worth articulating about. This is gonna be a long entry, brace yourselves.
Saturday, the 9th of April
The field trip last weekend was glorious fun. We actually went over to the Ministry of Defence, not the MOE. Either way, the trip was wicked cool. It was all such a bore at first; we started off looking at posters, with polite interest, explaining with intricate detail how our crap reaches the ocean from our toilet bowl. That and feigning interest with a 3D replica of mud. (Well, it was actually more like a 3D replica of the ground and what’s beneath; I think it was supposed to demonstrate how rainwater and animal faeces get anywhere.) Okay, so nobody really wants to learn about sewage and cesspools now, do we?
After half an hour of looking at semi-captivating articles on drainage systems and model houses, we headed out back of the MOD building, where, guess what, people were fly-foxing and abseiling and rock climbing! It was so wicked. Everyone else and I got on the flying fox (we were about 3 floors high) and it really wicked. I’ve never been on the flying fox, like ever, ever, ever in my entire life, and I most certainly didn’t expect that to change that morning. It was a massive shame though, that the flying fox wasn’t that high, the higher, the more thrilling it is.
Oh, and some douche got stuck on the flying fox; dude was dangling about 150 metres off the ground for more or less 15 minutes, lucky bastard. Ha-ha. I think his pulley got stuck when he jumped off the edge (didn’t he get a nasty wedgie?) and had to hang up there, several feet off the ground for ages. Good for him. Wish I got stuck up there; must’ve been so wicked cool. Definitely a Sony Moment of the Day, according to Matt.
The equipment for abseiling and fly-foxing (is that even the right term, fly-foxing?) was a little chafing though. It’s like this underwear sort of gear thing you put like shorts where they hook the line onto you and stuff. I mean on girls it looks perfectly fine but on the boys? It rather emphasizes their... unmentionables. [shudders] SO ANYWAY...
I went abseiling too! In fact, I was the first in line to abseil. Took me ages to set up cause I kept whacking my head by accident on the thousands of beams in the flying fox building thingy but the abseiling dudes-in-charge were really nice and tried not cause my premature death, thanks so much!
Dude: Okay, you’re good now, just jump off the edge.
Chels: What? Just jump off it?
Dude: Yeah, just go, jump!
Chels: What? No way! I’m freaked out now. What if the line breaks? What if I slip? What if I fall on that poor guy down below?
Dude: Relax, you’ll be fine. Now go! [pushes Chels off]
Chels: HOLY GODDDDDDDDD!!!!
*
Chels: Oh hey, this isn’t half bad... hey, I can see the mall from here!
*
[after being lowered about 4 feet]
Dude: Let go off the rope!
Chels: WHAT?
Dude: Let go, take your hands off the rope!
Chels: WHAT?? Let go of the rope, are you kidding me?!
Dude: Let go!
Chels: [lets go]
Dude: Well, do you feel safe?
Chels: Hmmm... Let’s see, I’m hanging about 250 metres of the ground and could plunge to my death down below any second now should this rope break. Yeap, definitely safe, uh-huh, no doubt at all, safe, safe, safe dangling here, yup! I’m fine, no worries!
*
Chels: Someone had better be taking a photo of this! I don’t do this abseiling business everyday! [stomach growls] I’m hungry. Abseiling makes you hungry. I want food. GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!
The abseiling was brilliant. Richelle went after me and Branden bought us some burgers from KFC right after. (THANKS BRANDEN, YOU’RE AWESOME. SINGAPORE ISN’T SINKING.) Boy, abseiling makes me hungry.
“Yeah, that was really cool, just imagine if—Chelsea, are you talking to your food again?”
–Richelle
I... have this weird habit of talking to my food before I eat it. Don’t look at me like I’m a loony, I’m sure something’s wrong with you too. Ha-ha-ha.
So after kind-of-lunch, we hung out at this cool (not literally, the sun was pretty angry at me or something that day, I was burning in the heat... that would explain my sudden change in skin color) garden thing outside the MOD building while waiting for the rest of the tenth years to finish off fly-foxing slash abseiling slash rock climbing.
And then we were confined inside the huge bus. It was cold inside, can’t complain. After everyone else came around, we set off back to school. It was wicked. It’s not like you get to do all these really cool rides everyday right? Maybe if we be good kids, we’ll get to go sky diving, parasailing and bungee jumping next. Keep your fingers crossed for that one, you lot. Indeedy-do, it was a gloriously wicked school day.
Monday, the 11th of April
Nothing too substantial. Oh wait, except for the road accident involving my brother’s 12-year-old bestfriend and his mom. And a series of unfortunate events within the Chemistry lab.
So my bro’s bestfriend, Lee, and his mom were crossing the road from Supa Save and like yeah. A second too early, a second too late, and we all know what happens. There were police and an ambulance and all the red ‘no crossing’ tape hitched everywhere and Izaq said there was blood on the road.
Cataclysmic disaster. Now before you guys freak out and launch into a full-length speech about how to safely cross a road with over speeding cars without causing a accidentally ending up in a hospital morgue, let me just tell you that... Lee’s only got a fractured shoulder and I think his mom’s doing fine so point of 60-word sentence: nobody’s gonna die.
Goodness, I can just imagine the school paying someone to dress up as Barney and give the elementary kids a talk about crossing the road.
Barney: Okay kids, now remember, look both ways before you cross and make sure have an adult with you. Okay kids?
Kids: Yes, Barney!
Barney: [turns into a banana] YAY, now let’s go do the peanut butter jelly time dance! IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! WAIYEA WAIYEA WAIYEA!! [insert rest of lyrics here]
Yeah. Bizarre. SO ANYWAY...
Our class had Chemistry practicals at 3:30 in the afternoon which meant 3 solid hours of hanging out at Mamih, talking about a lot of things in particular, cramming some last-minute Chemistry notes on cations and anions into my head and constantly bursting into laughter at Mickko & Izaq’s anecdotes while simultaneously getting lost in the maelstrom of thoughts inside my own head. FUN.
After hours of whiling the time away, I came to learn one thing about the service at Mamih. You know how it’s really, really irksome how the waiters never show up unless you call them? Everytime I go there for lunch after school, they never come around unless you call them. And sometimes, when you call them, they won’t even show any signs of hearing you.
We’re not in New York and this is not some street where you frantically call out for a cab and they ignore you. The service can be so terrible, my mates and I actually had to bring the dishes someone I don’t even know ate off of back into the kitchen for them because NO ONE bothered showing up to clear our table. What the hell?
So anyway... back to my point. They never show up when you need em to. They show up when you don’t need them to! Since no one bothered to come clear up the plates on our table after we ate, we moved to another table. And guess what? The bloody waiter shows up. Makes you want to go, “HELLO? WE’RE DONE! WE WERE RIGHT THERE? AND YOU NEVER SHOWED UP? WE HAD TO GET THE DIRTY DISHES TO THE KITCHEN OURSELVES?” Geez Louise. And don’t even get me started about the food! I found weevils in my fried rice. Appalling.
BUT ANYWAY... we got back to school and I made it to the practicals 5 minutes late. We were to have a practical test and we had to mix all these chemicals to produce such pretty, pretty colors, figure out which cation’s which and try not to flunk the whole thing single-handedly.
The coolest part was when I accidentally poured some unknown chemical into an open wound on my middle finger. It was quite funny now that I think of it.
Chels: OW HOLY GOD, OWWWWW. SHIT, I GOT SOME CHEMICAL INTO MY WOUND! IT BURNS! Ohcrapohcrapohcrap, it’s turning purple! Holy God, is this normal?
Izaq: That’s not normal.
Chels: AAAARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
*
Izaq: Don’t worry too much. They’re probably just gonna amputate your middle finger.
Rafi: It’s just one finger riiight?
Chels: JUST ONE FINGER? I need this finger! How am I supposed to play guitar? I haven’t even learned piano yet! How am I supposed to react when someone pisses me off and my middle finger is non-existant! Okay, maybe I can use my other middle finger, but that’s not the point! I can’t lose this finger!
Izaq: And it’s not too bad. It’s just gonna swell and turn purple and spread to the rest of your body and cause your premature death.
Chels: You’re. Not. Helping.
I totally freaked out on the spot. My finger was burning and it really was turning purple! So I did the first thing that came to mind. Suck the poison slash chemical out. Whaaaaat? I saw Samuel Jackson do it on this poor kid who got bitten by snake in Snakes On a Plane so you can’t argue. So I shoved my chemically contaminated finger in my mouth, sucked as hard as I could and spat it back out into the chemically contaminated sink.
Seeing as I’m still alive, foam isn’t gushing out of my mouth and my middle finger is intact and hasn’t mutated yet, it must have worked. Not that it really saved me. I mean what if it was just saltwater? (Epic fail.) But hey, this proves I know what to do when infected with toxic substances, yay, someone award me a prize, I’m wicked. I feel like I should be on Lost or something.
Anyway.
There were many more epic failures after that performed by a few other douche nozzles in class. Rafi threw away my chemical concoction we were supposed to be saving for the discussion. Qawi smashed about a couple or so testubes. And so did Matt. And Koh. And a few others. Geez. If scientists are so smart, why can’t they make up some sort of unbreakable test tube, for goodness sake? It should be fireproof, smashproof, foolproof, Izaqproof, the works!
So the practicals ended with many a disaster, but twas fun all the same.
Tuesday, the 12th of April
School was great today, I’d give it a... 8 out of 10. And the reason behind it getting 8 out of 10 isn’t even related to school. I can’t mention it here for all the world to see but heck, I’m certain you’ll catch me gazing off into space with a goofy smile plastered on my face when I think of it.
We had an English test, a lesson on Ionic Bonding, a lecture on our delinquent behaviour in between classes (the amount of racket and noise emitted by our class tends to reach up to 500 decibels when triggered and I must say it hasn’t impressed teachers in the least bit), a discussion on the latest Biology test (scored a B+, not bad), another lecture on Ionic Bonding (which I daresay, rather intriguing) and an hour with a teacher who really can go on forever talking about things, just on and on and on and on and on, you wanna out a sock, no, two socks in her mouth!
And we were given these souvenirs for taking part in the National Day affairs. Guess what we got?
[souvenirs are being handed out]
Chels: I’m starving...
Richelle: Me too.
Chels: Remember when they used to give out food during National Day practice?
Richelle: Yeah. Ahhhh...
Chels: Free food everyday, oh wow. Oh hey, what’s the souvenir? [opens box] I bet it’s a clock... it’s a......... plate. A PLATE? Oh goodness, the irony of it all! I ask for food and I get a plate... with no food!
Nope, not a clock. Nor food vouchers. No, not even food, itself. We were given... plates. BLOODY ORNAMENTAL PLATES, I TELL YOU. Ages and ages of playing hide and seek with the angry sun for two months and burning in the unbearable heat resulting in several fainting spells and severe alteration of skin tone and all we get for reparation is a bloody plate we can’t even eat on! Hello, maintenance? I think the world’s broken. Yes, again. [sigh] It’s not MY fault! What do you mean it can’t be fixed?! It HAS to be fixed! Are you kidding me? Oh bloody hell.
Thank you government, I’ve always wanted a plate. A plate I’m not allowed to eat on. Yeap, haven’t got enough of these at home, no sir.
Labels: goofin' off, people, quotes, rants, school, things that piss me off
Chelsea notices Justeen isn’t wearing his necktie.
“Dude, where’s your tie?” asks Chelsea.
“It’s in my bag. Husaini’s gone, no one’s gonna tell me off for not wearing it now, whooohooo!” replies Justeen.
“Wow, huh, not wearing your necktie, that’s sooooo rebellious,” taunts Mickko.
“Yeah, wow, big deal,” mocks Chelsea.
“Wanna see rebellious? THIS is rebellious!” says Mickko and takes off his pants to reveal four-leaf clover print boxers.
“DUDE! PLEASE!!!” shouts Justeen.
“MICKKO! PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!!!!” shouts Chelsea, incredulous, while several passers-by laugh in amusement.
It seems chaos has chosen to reside in our school for the meantime.
*
School yesterday was a sordid affair. The day started off pretty unreal too; walking to school I was greeted by an overenthusiastic Mickko and Justeen telling me that Teacher Husaini’s* been sacked. Not that I didn’t see this coming or that it makes any significant difference in my life, school-wise, but heck, Mickko and Justeen were going nuts about his unlamented demise.
Simply, Husaini was the school’s last line of so-called defence (since Ronnie left last year) in the endless vendetta waged between students and teachers in my school. And now that’s he’s gone, who knows all the trouble we kids can get into now that the most feared teacher’s gone, and possibly for good?
But anyway, he’s never bothered me much (I don’t give him reason to in the first place) and I must say I’ll miss his Lardo presence in the school.
Today, body pains are back with vengeance. I can barely bend my back, it actually hurts to laugh, my joints are killing me and the abrasion on my finger has only just stopped bleeding. Holy goodness, even my ass hurts and God knows I didn’t use my ass to actually tug. Oh yes, we had tug-of-war yesterday during PE. Out of 5 exhausting rounds, my team lost 4 times. Massive shame. But at the least we won once and it was rather fun. If you can call getting dragged across the rough ground and getting practically your entire body sore fun.
We won the fourth time because I prayed. My prayer sort of went like this: Dear God, give us the strength and power to overcome the other very much lard-ridden team and win this round. Please, oh please. Amen. Not a very polite appeal to heaven considering the way I dissed the opposing team but heck, it worked. Prayers, indeed, are miracles.
We’re going on an “educational” field trip to the Ministry of Education Saturday, should be a slightly fun. I’ve always wanted to go there, considering the fact that Aikks and I plotted to incinerate the place to Hades with blocks of C4 back in November last year. We had quite a heavy grudge on the MOE back then. Oh, good times.
Henceforth, I end this entry. Oh, by the way, I got Joe the laptop back. Oh hell yeah, hell yeah. It’s like payday’s came two weeks early. Oh heck yes.
*Husaini’s the 9th grade BM teacher, I had him last year. He’s got quite a nasty reputation in the school for his notorious and unorthodox methods of punishment for the academically dysfunctional which, oftentimes, has the main goal of shoving heaps and heaps of humiliation on the poor student, he’ll resemble a Dumpster of shame. Possibly one of the most feared teachers of all time at my school. He’s not always that brash though, he can be quite a joy at times and is, in fact, a horny bastard. He’s cool.
In case you didn’t know… I need it.
In the computer lab, the teacher’s absent and we’re left to deal with our own devices. On the far end of the room, the boys are delighting in, what else, some trivial shooting game. To my immediate right are Izaq, Mina, Richelle and Danice who are… FaceBooking, of course. No surprise there. The remainder of the class is busy actually finishing off our Computer project which must involve two stick figures in mortal combat, a cheesy and overly clichéd moral story with the likes of Aesop’s Fables and a bouncing smiley face. Oh, joy.
Today is Day 5 of music-MSN-Fall-Out-Boy-Internet-Twitter-and-all-things-that-could-possibly-kick-
boredom-out-of-the-window deprivation. I’m still grounded, my parents and I aren’t on speaking terms at all (well, my mom isn’t, she’s still pretty pissed off about me getting piercings without her say so and the only attempt of conversation she’s made so far was asking me to eat my vegetables, I knew she couldn’t resist) and my house is basically a two storey prison cell with my very own mom and dad as the wardens. I could really die here; I’m not being a drama queen!
I have no idea how much longer I can take living without my daily dose of music. Honestly, if they’re trying to kill me, they’re doing one hell of a job.
I want my freaking life back! I want to go back to normal. Although at this point, I’m not even sure what ‘normal’ means to me. ‘Normal’ would mean lying awake in bed every night, musing about the pros and cons of breathing. ‘Normal’ would mean surreptitiously falling asleep every single day of school. ‘Normal’ would mean failing to get the desired A’s for tests. ‘Normal’ would mean tearing up in frustration about every single thing that’s been happening for the past four months. This isn’t even normal, not anymore.
For heaven’s sake, I just want everything to be okay. Everything’s already damn hard without having my parents jumping down my neck, attempting to fix me up while actually making me worse. I want my life back six months ago. Just like a pill, instead of making me better, you keep making me ill.
Labels: people, personal things, school
10: 05 pm
Waiting outside the mall for my mom. It is sort of wicked to hang out alone here, give myself some “me time”.
10:06 pm
Loud rap music comprising of strings of swear words pollute the air. An indistinct voice proclaiming its soliloquy arise from my far left, as the plasma TV at Chill aimlessly entertains its late night patrons who instead indulge in a series of alcoholic drinks the bar renders. Gangs of teenage boys who all look like they belong to some sort of brotherhood that only allows its members to wear tight jeans that somehow, quite impossibly, make them look quite good despite the suffocated facade, wander around in endless circles, perhaps looking for equally otiose teenage girls to hit on.
A couple of stressed-out looking females in front of me have arms adorned with shopping bags as if they were mere bangles, no doubt from some high class shop, impatiently waiting for their ride back to the solace of their homes, doubtlessly eager to parade a fashion show in front of their floor-to-ceiling mirrors, like a restless eight year old, awaiting to enter the gates of Disneyland, not only with ticket money in hand, but also an incredibly long queue of park-goers sweating to get inside.
My favorite object among the rooftops of Gadong glows in the night sky, standing alone: the McDonalds logo. A bright letter M, bringer of Happy Meals and the words “I’m Lovin’ It”, stands out against the velvet blue of the 10 pm sky. I do appreciate its yellow significance and for some reason, the vivid M shining several feet off the ground gives me a warm feeling of home found amongst the traffic, the loud music, the continuous roaring of motorbikes out front, the chatter of shopkeepers, the smoke emanating from twenty-something year olds loitering in the foreground.
10:09 pm
Ah, I see the Rover, time to head off home, back to the place of shelves of Sophie Kinsella novels and the likes, $4 DVDs from Unitek and siblings brilliant yet equally annoying siblings. Ah, home.
10:19 pm
A cold silence fills the atmosphere in the car as mom lectures me about bad company. She’ll definitely flip when she finds out about my piercings. Which, I will, most definitely, not let happen. No sir. If she finds about my new piercings, be it on the ear, on the navel or on my frigging nose, she’ll ban me from ever going out, ever again. Like, ever.
10:52 pm
Now lying underneath my cotton sheets, blanket over my head, still wearing the same T-shirt I wore out: a black shirt with a printed tie and matching suspenders, crowned with a hole the size of a 50 cent coin. Not unlike myself, my 9-year old sister bites. Occasionally. She bit a hole into this shirt and consequently, I have to wear a black bra to make that unfortunate hole more inconspicuous. But you didn’t need to know that.
I’m just waiting till it’s safe enough to get on my laptop and write an entry about today. It was wicked fun, as mandatory. Though I made it pretty late and missed half the movie, it was still wicked fun.
11:01 pm
Is the coast clear yet?
11:09 pm
Nicked the camera’s USB cable outta my parent’s room. My bed is literally entangled in Sony Ericson wires and Acer products. Not that you needed to know that.
****
Today was wicked cool. Went out with a few of my best mates, Rona, Mickko, Mina, Izaq, Dee, Nice, Elaine, Milz, Shin and Nickks. I showed up an hour late for the movie, but heck, it was still great. Coming Soon was quite mediocre, entirely predictable I suppose, it wasn’t that horrifying at all, and yes, I could’ve fallen asleep were it not for the rather good sound effects. I’d give it a 4.5 out of 10.
I’d burst out in a stream of laughter while the rest of the cinema starts screaming their pants off. Odd, isn’t it? I’ve never laughed at horror movies before. I was sitting next to Nicks, and honestly, he is hilarious when a freaky scene comes on:
[scary danger music starts]
Nicks: [hides behind popcorn]
Chels: [stares at screen]
[danger music intensifies]
Nicks: [covers ears, sings] OHH SAY! CAN YOU SEE BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT, WHAT SO PROUDLY—
Chels: Dude, please!
*
[danger music comes on]
Nicks: [sings] Silent night, Holy night, all is calm...
*
[danger music starts]
Nicks: [hides behind soft drink cup] Our Father, who art in heaven...
Chels: Nicks, it’s just a movie.
Nicks: Give us this day our daily bread...
Chels: Nicks.
[danger music gets louder]
Nicks: AND FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES!
Haha, yeap. Trust Nicks to go all patriotic, Christmassy and religious while watching a supposedly horror movie. After the movie, I went off to get my piercings, yay! I’ve got four piercings in total now. Wicked cool. I want one on my navel, please. I was all jumpy about getting my piercings and was like, Will it hurt a lot? But yeah, couple of my mates have gotten piercings before, so twas cool.
“It won’t hurt. It’ll only feel like an ant biting you. An ant the size of a cow,” says Mickko.
“Ouch.” says Izaq.
“My buzzing Chepii fly is growing up so fast!” laments Rona.
Rona, it’s just a couple of piercings, it’s not like I got a tattoo of someone’s name or something, hahaha. I showed my bro and he... disowned me for getting piercings without mom’s yes. [shrugs]
Most of the gals left at around 6, me and the rest of the gang went off to... Jollibee! Cheezy Fries are the shizz, yes sir. We took heaps of photos and after that we headed off to the pool area over at Centrepoint. It’s pretty much a custom to chill at the pool area everytime we go out to Gaydong now. Either the pool area at Centrepoint, Gaydong Beach, the fountain at the parking lot over at the mall or at The Sad Penis. Yes, the Sad Penis. Actually the cafe’s called T.T. Blues but yeah, T.T. can be another word for Penis and Blues is related to sadness and ergo, The Sad Penis.
We chilled over at the fountain after the pool and after Izaq & Rona left, the three of us left, Mickko, Mina and myself, made our way to chill over at the second floor window. I call it The Window. It’s me & Rona’s secret spot when we wanna get away. Good view of the traffic from up there.
And then we headed off to McDonald’s to wait for Mickko’s dad to pick him up, bumped into Pejman and Arian having fries over there. While waiting for our rides, we talked about a lot of things in particular but it’ll be much too trivial to mention them here of course, so I’m not saying much. Mickko left in a while, Mina was picked up at about 15 to 10 and I was left to wander among the crowd back inside the mall till my mom picked me up half an hour later.
Good times today, another day to smile about. Something inside my head is ticking like a bomb, it hurts, so I’m gonna end this post. Wicked fun day today you guys.
Labels: attempted travel writing, good times, hanging out, horror movies, peircings, people, photos, weekends
I am so sleepy. Sleep has taken over most of my school days this year. Uh-huh. I fall asleep in class everyday now and it’s practically a habit of mine now, like eating and biting anything within an arm’s reach. Honestly. Just can’t get enough of sleep. So anyway, I’m gonna make this quick cause you know... I wanna sleep.
So... my friends are being FaceBook-ist to me. It’s kinda like racism only to a more serious level and revolves mostly around the fact that you don’t have a FaceBook instead of being yellow or something (I mean seriously, I’m not even yellow). Honestly, people. The world is conspiring against me all because I don’t have a FaceBook. Everyone’s got a freaking FaceBook now. Everyone except me. And Rona. And Mickko. Right.
I don’t despise FaceBook or anything; I simply think that it’s way too much commitment for me. I mean honestly, look at Kiks! He’s freaking addicted to FaceBook now! “I’m gonna be one of those people who stay up all night just FaceBooking! FaceBook, FaceBook, FaceBook!” Seriously! It’s addictive just like crack cocaine and like uh, like... something you can get addicted to!
Izaq: Chelsea, the world will conspire against you just because you don’t have a FaceBook. We’re conspiring against you already!
*****
[having lunch at some Chinese place]
Chels: Where’s my drink? How come Marlo and Kiks get drinks and I don’t?
Izaq: That’s cause you don’t have a FaceBook.
****
Izaq: Chelsea! Get a darn FaceBook already! Even Teacher Celia has a FaceBook!
****
Izaq: Get a FaceBook already! You’re the only one who doesn’t have a FaceBook!
Chels: Oh yeah? Rona and Miks don’t have FaceBooks! HAH! We’re gonna make our own group: The Anti-FaceBook Kids.
Kiks: Yeah? Well, I’m gonna burn you all!
Chels: You do know you’re gonna kill your bite buddy, your bestfriend and your favorite cousin?
Kiks: I don’t care. It’s FaceBook man!
You see what FaceBook has done to them?! You won’t see that happening to me, no sir. I’m not gonna be some crazed FaceBook user who spends every single waking moment with a computer FaceBooking, playing pointless FaceBook games, sending each other “pokes” while staying awake till the wee hours of dawn, eye bags growing ever so bigger, flooding my significant other’s FaceBook wall. No sir. Not that I do have a significant other, I don’t, not really, no, but that’s not the point! You won’t catch me going nuts over FaceBook, nu-uh.
I wanna go now. My bed is calling and I don’t have a FaceBook to attend to unlike so many of you people. Hah. And do remember, I do NOT have anything against FaceBook, sheesh, I just don’t want one.
Oh, and I forgot to mention. We’re off to KB Town again tomorrow for the shooting of the 3rd episode. I suppose you’d expect me to be bouncing off the edge of my seat in sheer excitement right now, added by insomnia due to the memory of the last roadtrip to KB but... you’re wrong. I don’t feel that hyped up about it that much right now.
I don’t know why. I feel so... indifferent. Maybe it hasn’t sunk in yet or something. Or maybe some things have changed. Like the fact that Eddie is no longer our freaking emcee. Like, dammit. I can’t imagine the roadtrip without Eddie. It’s like a premature Armageddon all over again coupled with the fact that I—okay, almost way too much information than you should know.
But anyway, maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow to find my mood’s switched over so that it’ll be synonymous with rainbows and unicorns. Okay, that’s not me. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow to find I’m Chelsea again. Oh wait, no. It still sucks to be me. Well, it’s better than whoever’s staying up all night just FaceBooking. [sticks tongue out]
Okay, I seriously have got to go. I can hear the sound of an angry mob outside my door, sharpening their knives and carrying their pitchforks and torches about to burn my house down just cause I don’t have a bloody FaceBook. Oh look, the mob leader looks familiar. Oh wait, hang it, it’s Kiks! Oh, why am I not surprised?
I’ve just spent about 5 hours fixing lunch and then eating it. I come back upstairs where I left my laptop running and my MSN signed in and here’s what I read when I got sat back down on my “state of the art wheelie chair”. Honestly.
14:10 Josh: Heya Chels.
14:11 Josh: That sounds stupid...
14:11 Josh: Hi Chelsea.
14:17 Josh: Okay, not replying...
14:18 Josh: I was just going to ask you if you still had the Narnia book?
14:19 Josh is now Offline
I mean, WHO DOES THAT? Who says, “Heya Chels!” think it’s stupid and changes it to “Hi Chelsea”??? Josh, this is why you’ll never become President. Ha-ha. Only joking. But seriously. His anti-social amnesties continue to fascinate me.
The guy’s not even human! He belongs to the same species as Michael Jackson, uh-huh. But hey, I’m a fan of Michael’s :3
Anyway, I really have got to go, I just spent five hours downstairs, in the kitchen (which is probably the most forbidden place for me in my house, I can’t cook for nuts), I have to go and pick up Rona from the mall at 4 and be at the airport for Joe’s final farewell by 5. AND I still have to finish his farewell letter. Whoo. Wayyyy to much pressure right there buddy. Holy Mother of God, it’s 3:30! I REALLY HAVE TO GO!
8:53 am
Trainee: Our topic for today is catalysts. Catalysts are blablabla...
Chels, Izaq: [bored and blanking out]
Trainee: Catalysts yada-yada...
Chels: What? Catalysts? Is she talking about religion now?
9:00 am
Trainee: Catalysts are used to speed up reactions, making the substances react faster.
Chels: Oh, I know! Just like STEROIDS!!
[class turns and stares at Chels]
Brynner: Whaaaaat???
Izaq: I’m sorry Brynner that you don’t know what steroids are.
Rafie: Steroids are bad!!
Chels: Not when you’re Janno.
Izaq: Janno defines steroids.
9:04 am
Oh, my gosh. AJ and Shin are plotting to murder the trainee... it’s about bloody time!
Kidding. But seriously...
9:05 am
“Janno’s so buff, you can push hard as you might and he won’t ever move!”
“He defines inertia as well!!”
“Izaq, you actually remembered what inertia meant?”
“I...”
9:06 am
The trainee’s finally given up teaching! “Amen,” says Izaq.
9:07 am
Oh, she got real ticked off by us paying zero attention to her by talking simultaneously while she goes on about catalysts so... she blew up and is now sulking at her desk.
9:10 am
Chemistry’s over! Bio now, it’s fun though. I don’t mind Bio. Our current teacher’s a temp since our actual teacher’s 9 months pregnant, on maternity leave and her stomach’s just about the size of a hot air balloon at a carnival times twenty. I’m kidding. But seriously...
Oh, gee! That means she’s due this month! Oh my gosh, babies! (Honestly, what the hell is wrong with me? Yesterday weddings and today, babies!) She had better named it after me.
9:22 am
The Bio temp is telling me off. I think she thinks I’m just some lazy bum who does nothing but bum around getting bummer marks. Oh, my gosh! She thinks I’m Izaq! Well... she’s dead wrong! I’m Chelsea. =.=”
Chelsea. Chel-sea. Don’t you know who and what Chelsea defines? Yeah well, I’m trying to figure that out myself, thanks a lot.
9:26 am
Bloody hell! She does think I’m dumb! As in... marks-ranging-from-Ds-and-Fs-and-darling-two-and-two-don’t-make-twenty-two kind of dumb. WHAT THE HELL?
9:28 am
Okay, I’m pissed now. Uh-huh. She thinks I’m... dumb! Hey! If I were actually dumb, wouldn’t you think I’d have had a real hard time getting into the SCIENCE stream, or rather, even getting away with 6As, a B for PMB?!
Hmpff. I’m gonna show her. I’m gonna do what Izaq’s gonna do for the next Chemistry test. I’m gonna get 102% for the next Bio test!
“Dude. I’m gonna get 102% for Biology. That’ll show her.”
“We’re so cool; we defy the laws of Physics. Uh-huh!”
We even altered the school pledge. It starts off like this:
“We, the students of [insert school name here], pledge allegiance to Chelsea and Izaq, and their greatness...”
Well, I can leave the rest up to your imagination.
9:55 am
“My thinking ability died a long time ago. I don’t think anymore, I do. I’m so great, I don’t even need to think!” says Izaq.
Self-centred much? I’m kidding Zaq. But seriously...
9:57 am
I am NOT stupid! She talks to me like I’m more confused than “a 15 year old boy who just woke up on his grandparents’ front porch butt naked”. Well, I’ve never been so insulted. All I did was show up 20 minutes late for class today, got caught (unfortunately) talking in the middle of her lectures and I’m class doofus of the day. Honestly. She’s treating me like I’m... Izaq!
10:04 am
We just handed in our Bio classwork and I’m so gonna get an A. Oh, my gosh, I just had a bad thought.
Chels: An A! HAH! LOOK WHO’S SLACKIN’ OFF NOW!
Bio Temp: You should thank your seatmate, Izaq, for helping you out with the answers.
Chels: WHAT? HE DID NOT—ARRRGGHHHHH! I’M NOT DUMB!
[seconds pass]
Chels: Zaq, what did you get?
Izaq: I got a C.
Chels: Gimme that! [snatches paper, shoves it in front of temp’s nose] HAH! He got a C! How can you say that I got my answers from him?
Temp: Because Izaq is decent enough to help you out that he forgot to help himself out.
Chels: ...
-Break ensues-
12:05 nn
This is the part where I go hungry. Again. It’s 9th period BM and nope, my chosen attitude towards the subject has yet to change, uh-huh. I still think it’s an awful waste of precious, precious, limited time. Right now we’re supposedly discussing poetry.
POETRY. FOR BM. You’re kidding me right? If BM was hell, the flames have just intensified.
12:09 nn
Still hungry.
12:10 nn
...with a taste of your lips I’m on a ride....
Don’t even ask me why that song is in my head right now ‘cause I don’t even know!
Oh hey, my Pollution Theory applies here! When there’s nothing decent in your head, unnecessary garbage fills it up instead. It works, it actually does. Whoa. That should be like one of the laws of Physics and I oughta to win a Nobel.
12:13 nn
“Can you take me back to the person I used to be? Back when you were there for me. I know it seems like forever, but do me this favour please. Way back when we were stupid and held grudges just to help us sleep. Oh, my God, how ridiculous were we?”
-A Rocket to The Moon
Now that particular chorus is playing, skip, skip, repeating in my head. Brilliant song. Back when you were there for me...
12:16 nn
Did teachers just say Prozac?
12:17 nn
What the hell is Prozac anyway?
12:18 nn
Is Prozac some sort of food? Sorry, I’m just awfully hungry right now, just like any other irregular school day.
12:20 nn
DISMISSAL! Cheers.
Labels: people, quotes, school, things that piss me off