You were lucky that I was not there, you bloody bitch. You were lucky that I was not there with my dad, if not I can retaliate what you said to my father, ten times worse. You're capable of terrible words, but I am capable of much worse. You know english, and so do I, even if my dad doesn't.
I came home today to find my dad fuming. I just came back from the library, he just came back from the voting thing for upgrading the flats in the area. From what I gathered from my mum and dad, this is what had happened.
For the upgrading program to actually happen, the residents in the area had to vote, and it is compulsory. The upgrading thing came in a package, which like, includes a ton of other stuff like upgrading the toilets and the lift and stuff. And if the upgrading thing actually happens, the residents will have to like, share the cost or something.
Then my father felt that the rest of the stuff were not necessary[you know how much trouble is upgrading the toilets in your house is gonna cause?], so he went and asked this RC woman who is also our neighbour like, a few floors down if he could just vote for the lift thing only instead for the whole upgrading program.
My dad can be a bit toot and blur sometimes [and i got my blur genes from him], but this question actually makes sense. But that woman, I don't know what crawled up her ass and died, went and crap my dad's ears off. She actually raised her voice at him and snapped at him that if he wants only the lift to be upgraded, he might as well build the lift himself.
Like, what the fuck is wrong with you? I thought being a member of the RC, you're supposed to answer the inquiries of the residents!!! Not shout at them in public!! And hello woman, why are you being so majorly rude?!?!?! Sheesh, and I thought that people working for the government are super duper civilised and pleasant people.
Of course my dad got pissed lah, and then he went to tick the NO box for the upgrading program. The RC woman saw and scolded my dad for being selfish. Like hello, people are entitled to their own opinions, what's more singapore is a free country. And can you please keep your menopause-y mood under control, there is no need to raise your voice so loud in public. I feel so sorry for my dad, it must have been embarassing to have some menopausing bitch scream your ears off in public.
And I thought all voter's choice are private?!?!?!?!? I double checked with my neighbour, and she said yah, your votes are kept private. TSK TSK NAUGHTY NAUGHTY, SOMEBODY SECRETLY TOOK A PEEK.
And then I was like asking my mother, who's that woman anyway? And she said, " the fat fat lady who lives at the eighth or ninth floor with a fat daughter and a sick husband!" and I was like, ok, I don't know her. Then my mum said, the lady who we always bump into at the lift!! Then I was like, erh mum? I seldom go out with you, and the only few times I step out of the house is only to go to school, the library, the fast food restaurant, or church. [heck, I have no life, I know] Then she was like, orh...you don't know that lady arh??? Then no wonder she go and complain to your father that you see her always tao her, never greet her.
At this point, I was laughing my ass off. I always greet the aunties and uncles around the neighbourhood. And they know me lah, cos my grandma used to bring me around alot. Also, I am a splitting image of my dad. They see me, they'd go like, eh, Ah Wen arh??? Go where??? Wah, so tall arh, like your father. And me being the sweet, polite girl that I am, I'd go hello auntie, hello uncle, have a nice day! That sort of stuff.
Then my father was telling me, she say you tao, never greet her, like I never teach you manners like that, but actually, when I see her daughter, her daughter also never greet me, but you see me complaining?
LOL. Woman, I can't help it if I'm too popular for my own good and people whom I don't know knows me. After all, I'm the prettiest girl in the whole neighbourhood. ((:
Friday, March 30, 2007
Dear GHOST:
Aww...nice to know that I'm permanently on your haunting list. But seriously, I can do without the honour.
And nice to know that you're a fan of my hair, from the way you ALWAYS noticed me in a crowd, and pull me out, and talk to me about my hair. It seems like my hair really appeals to you huh? But whatever you do, I beg you not to touch my hair, I have a MAJOR if-you-are-not-my-bf-forget-about-getting-near-my-hair phobia. Dammit, don't ever reach your hand out to touch my hair again ok? Argh, I don't even dare to think about what you'd do if I went ahead and highlighted my hair purple.
And stop spitting into my face. I know I'm a young and nubile thing with time on my side, but seriously, I can't help being such a hot babe. So stop being so jealous and cranky and all. You need to get laid, FAST. Go to a club or something and go conk a guy out with vodka shots or something. Then rape him. An alternative is you go get a male escort. Once you got laid, perhaps you might stop bugging me.
And about looking like a 15 year old sweet young thing like me, simple. Go get a facelift, Botox, rhinoplasty, liposuction, hair growth treatment....oh wait, just let me get you an application form for extreme makeover.
You know you secretly want to be me, fabulous hair and all. ((:
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo `sophie
[omg, I just realised I sound soooo bimbo and bhb.]
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I've been being a bitch to Patricia lately. I know I haven't exactly been fair to her, and she kinda threw a hissy fit at me for flipping my middle finger at her whenever she mentions Ade, or squeals about how cute he is, and the stuff he told her blah blah blah, geez, it's annoying you know. But on the otherhand, I don't think that I have gave anyone the finger as much as I gave her. So.
Life's screwed.
But no worries, there is always a world of fantasies for me to escape to. I've just finished reading the first book of the sisterhood of the travelling pants, and fy, if you're reading this, can you pass me the second book as well? ((: thank you.
I love the literature text we're doing, a play by Tenesse (spl?) Williams- The Glass Menagerie (hope I got the spelling right) It is a very emotional play, depressing, but at the same time there's wry humour. I can identify with the characters I guess. When I read the play, I feel as if I'm one of the characters in it. It's like when a character says his or her lines and stuff, and their actions and all, I'm like, hell yeah, I know that feeling; it sucks to the core. I know how it's like, how it feels to be in these kinds of situations. And the way Miss Mastura goes through the text with us. She let us in deeper into the play. I mean, I've always known that Tom loves his sister, Laura alot, but I never thought it'd be to the point of incest. And Amanda, I always thought she was a whacko, but then again, she's just that way because her husband left her with a seemingly hopeless son and a crippled daughter, and she behaves that way, she lives in the past because that is her Utopia, her form of escape, her source of comfort. Likewise for Laura and the glass figures she plays with, and Tom and his writing, his hunger for adventure. I can identify with Tom. Seeing him, reading about him....its like seeing my reflection in the mirror. People that I have disappointed, weight of the family on his shoulders, hating a blood relation, thirsting for revenge, lusting for an adventure, an excitement. Creepy.
So anyway, I found this on youtube!! It's damn cute, like, when all the oth girls are sharing a mirror, applying make up, and Pete is with them, applying eyeliner. Cute, but where is Patrick?!?!?! I love his sideburns!! And his shortness, and stoutness, and paleness, and and and I just like Patrick Stump. Oh yeah, his surname is cute too. Stump. STUMP. STUMP.
mwahahahahahahahaha
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Fall out boy on one tree hill
Pete: Wassup one tree, this is fall out oby, we love your breasts, so take good care of them.
LOL. The setting is at this breast cancer event thing I think. Anyway, Patrick is cuter than Pete! ((:
The lady at the centre, she told me that writing was therapeutic. I thought she was crap, but since then, I've been writing, writing, and writing. I was only in kindergarden then, I forgot to thank her. She said, girl, whenever you are sad, whenever you don't feel like smiling, just take some pen and paper and write down how you feel, and you will feel better. If I see her again, I really ought to thank her.
There is a limit to how much a person can take. When that limit is reached, the person breaks. I guess I kinda reached my limit today. I know I am being a wet blanket by not being very enthusiastic with the class performance, but I just don't feel comfortable with it. Somehow I just don't feel it. And Shawn does not seem too happy to be paired with me. I know I am not some super chio bu, but at least I have a pair of eyes, ears, a nose, and a mouth right? Not as if I got two noses instead of two eyes right?
I'm sorry to mdm lim. I'm sorry that I let my emotions get the better of me and messed the whole thing up. I'm sorry, I really am.
I've been having recurring nightmares lately. That's what been bothering me the past few days. That is why I have been waking up in cold sweat.
I hate you, I really do. Even after you've abandoned me, you still come back to haunt me in my dreams. It'll always happen in this way: -my first memory of you. You were quarreling with dad, and he broke the glass cabinet in a fit of anger. I have to say goodbye to Mr Panda, Mickey Mouse, Brownie, and all my other soft toys because there were small shards of glass in them. -next comes the darkest and most sinister of all my memories. dad was grabbing the kitchen knife. you were running away. -you packed up. and left. without saying goodbye. without me. -after living with my guardians for four or five years, I had my first meeting with you since the divorce. I was waiting for you in the library. My eyes was on the book, but my mind was scanning the whole library for you. Then I saw you in the distance. I spotted you right away. You didn't. You just walked past me. Words could not describe how hurt I was. -fast forward to p6. You were knocking on the door with your lawyer. you wanted me to go with you to the hospital for a checkup, as you wanted my medical report-so that you could migrate to Austria, only my grandma is not letting you anywhere near me. You went to get legal help instead. But you failed. Your fancy lawyer didn't indimitate me. I gave you a piece of my mind. why do you come and find me only when you needed something from me. Don't you love me at all? Are you fit to call yourself a mother? You started crying. Your lawyer said that I am hurting you, and I should not do that because you are my mother. I told her, then has she ever thought about how much she has hurt me? You cry harder, and even the lawyer was at loss for words. I walked away.
That was the last I saw of you. You never came back again. So why are you still haunting me wherever I go? What have I done to deserve this? Was I really such a detestable kid then? Is that why you left me? Have you any idea how hard it is to grow up without a mother? Have you any idea how confused I felt when the kids in school ask me questions? Do you know that they LAUGHED at me for not having a mother?
Screw you. I hate you. You were not there for me when I am growing up. You know what? You could be the first one who noticed my sulky face when I stepped into the house. You could be the one standing outside my bedroom door just now, wondering if you should knock and come in and ask me what is wrong. You could be the one handing me a glass of warm water and two painkillers just now. And you could be the one in the kitchen right now, asking my father why I have red puffy eyes and wet trails going down my cheeks.
You could be you know, but you left me.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Quote from Patrick Stump, lead vocalist for Fall Out Boy-" Every morning, when you wake up, tell yourself that you gotta be yourself, even when you suck, and especially if you suck, because no one suck more than you do." I think I'm gonna make this my motto.
To tell truth, I'm not very enthusiastic about the class performance. Taekwando girl?!?!?! I don't think so. What poses do you want me to do? Mdm Lim said to give me boards to break, but seriously, I think the boards will break my hand instead of me breaking the boards. Jesper and Kiat Wee suggest that I kick Shawn's face, so this is my proposal. I go up on stage with Shawn, bow to the audience, turn around and kick his face, and then run offstage, doing this ^_^\m/
Ok, never mind, my cramps are killing me, and I'm in a damn pms-y mood right now, so shall post the Emo Rangers show I was talking about.
LADIES AND GENTLMEN...SOPHIE HONG PRESENTS....THE MIGHTY MOSHING EMO RANGERS!!!!
What-the-piang [credit goes to my kawan for coming up with this word to replace the more vulgar original version. And I got her permission to use this word] . Remind me to never make friends with another fellow attention seeker again.
All of you who knows Patricia will know that one thing she does best is copying. Yes, you can say that copying is her forte. She copies anything and everything, from homework to tests to style. SHE COPIES EVERYTHING.
So anyway, we went to Hwa Chong Institution today for the SYF rehersal. There was this lorry thing that Miss Mastura hired to trnasport all the props there. Its one of those lorry truck thingies that you see delivering goods outside supermarkets and stuff, and they have this thingy that moves up and down the end of the truck to make loading and unloading easier.
I don't know what's up with everybody, and why they are so obsessed with a freaking truck. I for one, have no interest in travelling in it because a) it is not air conditioned and b) it is very unglam to be seen sitting on the back of a bumpy truck.
Anyway, going there, only Adam, Ian, Mankirat, Daryl, Johnovan, and Da ming [i think] are allowed on the truck, but the trip back that time, EVERYONE wanted to sit on the truck, so Miss Mastura let them. Only the guys who sat there the previous trip had to sit on the bus instead, and some other people.
So anyway, when we walked over to the bus, the guys were like saying, eh, only the guys allowed on the bus lah, the rest of you girls get on the freaking truck. Then they all said...oh wait, you all [referring to me, jess and pat] cannot be considered as girls, so never mind, you all can get on the bus. Then the sec 3 guys like mankirat and johnavan were like, sophie....sophie...so I told them....
"eh, say my name for no reason one more time, I'm gonna go over and kiss you." So that shut them up and they went to disturb pat instead. They called her name and stuff, and guess what clever comeback she had for them?!?!?!
"eh, don't do that or I'll kiss you"
wow, comeback of the year, how original.
I mean like, what-the-piang?!?! I was the one who came up with that and she just copied it. And my whole puff-up-chest-and thumps-self-with-pride thing she also go and copy. What-the-piang.
And yes, I admit that I'm an attention seeker, and it's so not fair that after that she got all the attention lah.At least give me some credit here can?!?! oh, and Ian mooned her on the bus. Ok, not exactly mooned cos he still got his wierd boxers on but you can still see his manorexic ass[what diet is that beanpole on anyway?] .He was telling her to kiss his ass or something.
I get really mad when people copy my style and stuff, my actions, and my words. It's like, at least ask me for my permission?!?!? Before stealing my identity?!??!?!Bitch.
But then again, maybe she wants to copy me because she thinks I'm cool that way??? I hope so. But my dear Pat, do credit me for coming up with such witty stuff and please, don't be so attention seeking when you're with me because I am also an attention seeker, and there can only be one centre of attraction.
Thank you. ((:
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Ok, I was such a bitch to Jessica just now. But what the heck, she kinda gets on my nerves sometimes. And I'm sure she's used to my mood swings by now, and anyway, when we go back to school tommorrow it will all be as if nothing had happened.
Which is why she's called my friend I guess.
Moving on, my mood is not any better. So I watched alot of youtube to cheer myself up yesterday. Found Fall Out Boy on Hollister, and watched Pete Wentz jump off the roof with an umbrella in an attempt to fly. Gosh, rock stars are very hillarious. And their van is a mess, even worse than my room, and Pete looks very bitchy with a tiara on. Enjoy watching. it's pretty hilarious.
Oh, and my dear girl Roxanne(she hails from the US, and just got her learner's permit, lucky shit) sent me a link to....MIGHY MOSHIN' EMO RANGERS!!!! Hilarious show, shall put it up sometime to share with everyone, or if you really want to see it, search for it at myspace.com.
That's all, tullz.
And don't mess with me tommorrow at school cos' I'm still in a pretty bad mood. You have been warned. Don't call me a bitch after I've bit your head off.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
She's only sixteen. They're a very young band. And a very good band.
I envy them. That's where I wanna be when I turn 16. This is what I wanna do.
But my life-is screwed up. I can't do anything right for once. I feel so useless. I've been in this bad mood for two days and counting.
Why am I such a lump of useless pathetic shit? Why can't I do anything right for once? Why am I such a mother fucking screw up?
Today, tonight it's all gonna go.Today, tonight's when we'll finally know. Today, tonight our doubts will be cleared. Today, tonight we'll finally see, how it tastes like to seal promises with a kiss. Today, tonight the feelings will go. Today, tonight it'll all go out of control. Today, tonight is the time, when we look at our broken selves in the shattered mirror.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Hey all, as I'm typing this, I am reading some fan fiction, and right now I'm hooked onto "Adopted by Fall Out Boy" about this pair of sisters whose parents got killed in a car crash and got adopted by Pete Wentz from fall out boy. Beautiful story, hilarious as well, but you guys gotta keep in mind that it is STRICTLY FAN FICTION ONLY.
Alrighty, my dearest super high IQ friend Wei Peng just came online and kicked my ass in minesweeper flags. 26-8. How cool. And I used bomb, and only uncovered-wait for it- ONE BOMB. He's still laughing. I think I shall go ram my head into the wall right now.
Those who attend the same school as me should know that on any given day, Sophie Hong will look like this: -School blouse -Knee lenght skirt -School name tag and school badge [seldom though, only seen after a figure of authority threatened to impose detention] -Hair up in a ponytail, but a messy emo-ish/retard-ish fringe -About two dozen black earsticks in right ear [was trying to be emo] -A simple diamond ear stud in left ear [the sophie hong style] -A key pendant hanging from a silver chain around her neck for a very significant personal reason. [nope, nobody even came close to the REAL reason why I wear that] And it is not displayed prominently. It is kept hidden under the blouse.
And of course, dirty shoes and ankle socks. And those who attends the school will also know THE GHOST who came and hantam me today. It is also more commonly known as the virgin, and those who ever crossed its path would give it the description of an old hag, balding, bad perm.
So anyway, I was minding my own business today, reading my storybook and pulling my hair up in a ponytail when.........
"Girl, GIRL! Why your fringe got two things hanging down like that?!?! You think this teochew opera issit, huh? You want to sing teochew opera so you keep your hair liddat issit?!?!"
No you dumbass, I only headbang to ROCK
So I looked up, and saw the GHOST grinning maniacally at me, amused by the super lame joke it just made.
Oh wait, I'm supposed to laugh? I can't, so I just stared up straight into the GHOST'S eyes.
"Why you staring at me liddat huh? Pin up your hair! Why you still staring at me liddat?!?!?!"
Because you are showering me with your spit, that's why. Who else am I supposed to look at? Wierd freak. Stare at you, got problem. But if I don't look up at you when you're speaking, you'd accuse me of disrespect. What the fuck do you want? And will hair pins just magically pop out of nowhere in the air? Use your fucking brain, dammit.
So I decided it is time for me to speak.
"I got no hair pins" That's when the GHOST started to notice my attire.
"Why are you waering that necklace huh? Don't tell me it's for religious reasons ok, it is the shape of a key. And why your ear studs not matching? You no money to buy one pair issit? Take out, take out all now!"
Haven't you heard of something called, personal style? Just because you are a fashion idiot doesn't mean that everyone is. And asking me to remove all these things...what the hell, oh forget it.
So I took out my necklace, and my diamond ear stud, and laid them down on my storybook. I look up to stare back at the hideous ghost again.
"Eh, I say take out! The other ear also!!" it said, pointing to my right ear [the one with two dozen black earsticks]
For the love of chocalate chip cookies, can you count?!?! you want me to remove that huge amount of earsticks from my ear?!?! are you out of your mind?!?!?! oh wait, I forgot. You don't have a mind to begin with.
"But..but got alot leh! How to take out!"
"TAKE IT OUT NOW!!!" the GHOST screamed, showering me with saliva again. WHAT-THE-PIANG. So I pulled out all the earsticks at one go, winced at the pain, and laid them down on my book with the rest of my stuff. It all scattered on the surface of the book.
"WAH", exclaimed the GHOST, like some kampong noob who has never seen real style before. "So many arh?!?!?!"
yes, its alot.can't you count?!?!?
Then we had this retarded dialogue.
GHOST: What is your name? me: sophie Ghost:What is your name? me: *irritated* sophie Ghost: huh? your name again? me: *snaps* sophie! Ghost: Suki issit?!?! You're from class-? ok i see your form teacher, I'd go talk to her now. *takes my storybook and all the stuff I laid on it*
WHAT-THE-PIANG YOU RETARDED OR WHAT? TELL YOU MY NAME SO MANY TIMES YOU ALSO NEVER GET IT RIGHT. I resisted the urge to go,"hai, watashi suki-chan, watashi kawaii desu ne"
Walau, jealous that I'm younger, prettier, and got more hair than you say lah. Jealous that I get more male attention than you say larh. No need to be so underhand one.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
LOL. Leck Zhi you humji. You dare to say that emos suck but you don't dare to face up to the consequences. YOU NO BALLS. *chuckles*
Has anyone realised how beautiful the sky looked after the rain? And the buildings around you and the trees and the grass and the road and and the pavement? Gosh, even the street lights looked brighter.
See? I was so happy after I saw this sight out of my window, I don't know why. So I thought I'd whip out my digi cam and capture this beautiful sight forever. My dad helped me take the pictures, cos he said my photography skills sucked. Way to go dad. Woohoo. Thanks for making your daughter feel so inferior. [I still love him loads though, all 1.8m of him and his bugs bunny teeth]
Speaking of my dad, I really, really, hate to do sports with him. Cos I will feel damn malu one. Even though he is in his late forties, he is still in good physical condition. Man, that old guy has alot of stamina man. I hate to go jogging with him, because even though I may be faster than him at first, I would tire out easily and end up walking. But that old guy goes slow and steady, and can you imagine, a teenage girl trailing behind a fit old man complaining about how her lungs are exploding from the exercise. Not cool.
AND AND in the basketball court, this old guy is wicked. He used to play alot of basketball with his friends and he was on his school basketball team. Heck, he even broke his finger on the court in his youth. And you don't see my dad's face very blur and very gong, he is actually very fast on the court. I have been playing basketball with him for years, but not once did I manage to shoot past him. He always snatches the ball away. And not once did I manage to beat him in basketball.
BUT BUT we rock on the basketball court. That is, if we're playing against others. YEAH THE HONG FAMILY FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO ROCKS MAN. Ok lah, I did not do much, only he was running around the court. I just stand there for show only, and when somehow miraculously I got hold of the ball, and can't get a clear shoot, I'll just pass it to him and let him do the work.
I'm tired. Shall go finish up my homework and sleep. tata~
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Had fun in school today making fun of my BAI KA twin ((:
I'm bad, I find joy in other's misery. How saddistic can I get?
Anyway, I can hardly keep my eyes open in school today. I just stumbled out of bed, stuff some toothpaste in my mouth, rinse, attacked my hair, and off to school I go. I'm not a morning person. And I'm surprised that after three plus years of knowing me, Patricia still does not know that SOPHIE HONG IS NOT A MORNING PERSON. I was walking to school from the bus stop, trying to keep my eyes open with the help of the rock music I'm blasting into my MP3, when she just came up to me from behind and started yakking away.
To tell the truth, I was not listening. :x The music was too loud, and knowing her for so long, 99.9% of the time she talks is about her crush. So not worth listening to. ((:
School was kinda draggy and boring I guess, but at least I know what is going on in class. And we did some target setting today. I set my target for english to be an A2, but somehow mdm lim went like, Sophie, what grade? A arh ok? A1 arh! Then she just wrote it down, despite me protesting that I want my target to be an A2. So not fair.
But I have to say, the most fun lesson of the day will have to be social studies with Gomez. She is just this insane teacher who wears tablecloths and curtains to school, with hot pink toe nail polish, blue and green eyeshadow, sometimes a bright pink lipstick thrown in, and she talks to herself. That's her in a nutshell.
Her lessons are always fun because we always change seats when she's around. No one stuck to the seating plan in her class. And of course, no one paid attention to her lessons. But the thing is this, even if you don't pay attention in her lessons, you just read the notes that she gave you, together with the textbook, and you make the effort to do the exercises she gave you, you can pass her class, no problem. If you bothered to remember the dates and figures and stuff, you might even get an A.
So anyway, as usual, no one paid any attention to her. But today she was in a super bad mood, and started screaming and shouting at us the moment she stepped in. Then she said how our class has totally no discipline, blah blah blah, and how she won't teach if there is no order in the class. After she said this, the whole class went like, "DON'T TEACH DON'T TEACH LAH!!" and then it's back to our nonsense.
Oh man, I love the class.
Then Farhan and Wein Yeong got sent out of the class, and Kiat Wee was assuring them," Don't worry lah, one minute later she will ask you come back in one. We all kena how many times already?" Then after they were sent out of the class, Gomez said something like, you don't like me never mind, at least pay attention in my class, blah blah blah all that shit.
Then Farhan, ever being the joker, said from outside the class," No, Gomez, I love you. Muacks."
I KID YOU NOT. HE ACTUALLY BLEW HER A KISS.
I think I'm gonna miss the class after I graduate.
And I got my ass kicked by wei peng in minesweeper flags, AGAIN. That guy never tires man. Despite winning me ALOT of times already, he still wants to keep playing. And he's like, I need to practise. What-the-piang, I'm his guinea pig. Then he said we'll keep playing till I win him one day. Sweet, but no thanks, cos' we'll end up playing till the next century.
OKOK, I'll go concentrate on the game now. I'll still lose, but at least should not lose until damn pathetic right?
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
OMG OMG OMG OMG THIS KIND OF BOY-I LIKE. <3
That's mister ryan ross ladies. And back off, he's mine, together with his manorexic pal mister brendon urie. ((: He likes MCR, how cool is that?!??!
See the plugs in his ear? Not too big, I find the big ones quite gross, but just the correct size. These photos of him are taken when he's like, 15 or 16 I think, around our age.
And this is sexy bed hair ladies and gentlemen, sexy bed hair.
He's acting cool. But he ends up looking cute anyway, lol.
Bden: I feel so pretty, oh so pretty!!
And have you guys ever wondered how brennybear would look like with a headband on?
Bden: Bring it on, spenderella Spencer: Cut it out, I don't want to get my pretty boyish face bashed up.
YEAH!!
They looked so..gay. BUT YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THEM FOR IT!!!
((:
RYDEN IS THE LOVE BABY ((:
I don't know why, everytime we talked online, we'd always end up fighting. I'm telling you I'm sick of it. We've gone through this before, and everytime it happens again, I'm thinking, oh shit here we go again..
You said you wanted to be friends if we cannot be together. I said yes. And you're the one who wanted to be friends. So I don't know why you're always having that kind of freaking attitude. You don't do that to your friends, do you?
Like I said again, the relationship didn't work out because...well... we're two very different persons. I'm more of I don't know...english person while you can't string a proper sentence in english together. You like J-pop, I adore rock, and we don't even know the bands each other like. Our personalities don't match. When we are together we don't talk. We don't click.
WE ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM EACH OTHER.
And look, I refrained from saying up there that you only took your N levels while I'm an O levels student. Look, I don't look down on you or despise you because you are not on the same academic standard as me. I just...I don't know, it's like, we've different backgrounds, you get what I mean? I don't look down on you, so I have no idea why you keep saying that.
It's very hurtful when you say that. Like I'm some superficial bitch of some sort.
Look, I really don't know, ok? All I know is, you're wasting your time with me, which is why I decided to leave.
let's just put it across this way. like the way noel plainly put it- THIS GUY IS NOT YOUR TYPE. So I guess that's how it is-YOU ARE NOT MY TYPE.
Full stop, end of story, so just stop with those hurtful comments.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
I'm blasting my rock music into my ears and headbanging away for all that's worth. My parents are out, so I'm hopping around and screaming my lungs out.
One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great. "He tastes like you only sweeter"
Must be the super lot of sugar in the ice cream I had after dinner is making me all hyper. Okok, never mind. Let's go to my favourite guy- BRENDON URIE!!!
Ladies and gentlemen..I present....the MANOREXIC EXTRAORDINAIRE- MISTER RYAN ROSS!!!
Damn, this guy can give Kate Moss a run for her money.
Shall go read more patd fanfiction right now. Toodles!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I've just finished reading this book called "Jailbait". I forgot by who, cos' it was just some random book I pulled out from the library shelf. But it's a great read nontheless, about this underaged girl, 15 going on 16. She was teased alot in school because she is voluptuous, because she is not one of those single leaf salad eating girls, and because she does not give a shit whether her hair is styled or not. Home was no better for her, because her parents are kinda screwed up (long story), and her elder brother is off to college (supposedly), doing drugs and stuff, just to rebel against the parental units. This girl has no friends at school, and her only "friend" is this cow from the farm which she walks past everyday, while going and coming back from school.
Then along came this man, who tells her that she is beautiful, and likes her for who she is, and they start this really, really (in my opinion) twisted and wrong relationship because that guy is old, really old, as in, he's already an adult and she's only a high school girl. There's at least a 10 to 15 year gap between them. Then they move on to being more intimate, (that girl is really stupid), and eventually, he rapes her.
What really moves me in this story though, is the sibling love between this girl and her brother. Even though he smokes weed and do ciggies and stuff, he is a really kind and loving soul. When they were young and their mother would push the girl around in her pram, and he would be walking alongside the pram, and when people stopped to coo over the baby, he would point to himself and say," That's my sister. You can look, but don't touch." in a tough guy voice. Even though he is away to college and stuff, he still cares for her alot, and there is actually alot of mutual understanding between the two siblings, they know what each other are thinking of.
So anyway, the girl did not report the guy who raped her, and she did not tell anyone about it, (like I said, she is one stupid girl) except her brother. And the brother actually blames himslef for what had happened to her, because he feels that as the big brother, he should protect her and be there for her when she needs him the most, instead of being a bum and smoking and stuff.
Anyway, at the end of the story, the guy was not caught, which is a bummer if you asked me, but the girl actually stood up for herself in school and fights back to those who tease her. her brother got kicked out of college, and he decided to stay with his family and work, so that he can spend time with the parents and be there for his little sister. Happy ending I guess.
There is this sentence in the book which I like alot. This random woman was heard saying in a coffee shop," Oh please, there is no such thing as statutory rape. That girl knew exactly what she was doing."
And I have to say, I agree.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
I've just learnt a new word today-prima donna. According to dictionary.com, prima donna is a temperamental person; a person who takes adulation and privileged treatment as a right and reacts with petulance to criticism or convenience.
See? Listening to rock songs help improve my english. ((:
Anyway, I went to the ICA building yesterday to make my IC. Like, the letter finally came a few days ago in the mail. About time.
I know those old hags are just doing their jobs, but I hate them sooooooo much.
Ok, there was this big hoo-haa when I went to get my photo for my IC taken, cos' of my hair and fringe and all. I got damn pissed off. Thus, my IC photo is a very sulky one. IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I HAVE A SULKY IC PHOTO, ITS THEIR FAULT. I CAN'T FREAKING SMILE AND PIMP FOR THE CAMERA WHEN THEY MADE ME BLOODY PIN UP MY FREAKING NICE FRINGE.
And I went and attitude my dad. (does not happen often ok)
I was just standing in the super long queue, minding my own business, when this old hag wearing a hideous uniform came up to me and said, " eh girl! GIRL! You have to pin up your fringe! Hair covering your eyebrow! Cannot, CANNOT! Will kena reject one! IC PHOTO MUST SEE TWO EYEBROWS!!!"
And I was like what the fuck?!?! It was damn embarassing ok, having a thousand year old hag screaming her head off at you in public, saying that she wants to see YOUR TWO BLOODY EYEBROWS. Then my dad was standing beside me, and he said...
"EH, WHY YOU COME TAKE PHOTO FOR IC NEVER TIE UP YOUR HAIR ONE? YOU NEVER THINK ONE YOU KNOW. WHERE IS YOUR COMMON SENSE?" That really blew my top off I tell you. It's like, all my fault, yaa dee dah dee dah. Having an old hag screaming at you in public is embarassing enough when you're 15. Having your dad nag at you in public on topo of that, is pure truama.
I was like, but you didn't tell me I need to tie up my hair!! It's my first time making some fucking IC thingy, how am I supposed to know?!?! Back at home you just nagged at me to shower faster, and get out of the house quicker!!!
Then I just attitude him the whole day.
And when taking the photo that time arh, WALAU EH, ANOTHER ONE COME AND SHIT ME ABOUT MY HAIR. Shall call her the PIG. She was the person at the photo taking booth, and when she saw me she was like, pin up your fringe! Do something about it! There's water over there!
So I refrained from giving her THE FINGER, walked over to the mirror they put up, squirt a few drops of the water thingy onto my palm and started to comb my fringe to the side. THEN THE PIG VERY NABEH,GO GIVE AWAY MY PLACE TO ANOTHER FUCKER.
At first he was smiling at the camera, but after he saw that I was shooting daggers at him with my eyes, he dare not smile anymore.
HA, YOU GOT A SUCKY PIC FOR YOUR IC/PASSPORT, SCREW YOU, YOU DESERVED IT. WHOEVER ASKED YOU TO CUT MY QUEUE.
And it didn't help that my dad came up to me and said he had to get another number for me cos I missed my turn at the counter. He was like, losing his temper and wanting to shout at me, and that's when I pointed to the pig and said," SHE ASKED ME TO WAIT HERE AND THEN SHE GAVE MY TURN TO SOME NABEH KID"
Wah, then the look my father gave her. FIERCE MAN. Then after that he went away to go queue for me again, and then she looked at my fringe and said, STILL CANNOT. Then I said, "YOUR FUCKING WATER DIDN'T HELP." And guess what?
SHE TOOK OUT A HAIR PIN FROM HER DRAWER. Like, what the bloody hell?!?!? NOW THEN YOU GIVE ME A BLOODY HAIRPIN. AFTER GIVING MY TURN AWAY TO SOME NABEH KIA. Eh, I know this year pig year lah, but no need to LOOK LIKE A PIG AND ACT LIKE A PIG RIGHT?!?!?!
I KNOW I YOUNGER AND PRETTIER AND HAVE A BETTER FIGURE THAN YOU LAH, JEALOUS SAY LAH! NO NEED TO USE SUCH UNDERHAND MEANS WHAT!!!!
pfft. and my dad was kinda shocked. I have not been attitude-ing him for a very long time. He tried to make peace by taking me to KFC. Like as if I'm some sort of little kid who would fall for such sucker tricks.
But he did buy me cheese fries though. ((:
Alrite, Tien Ee took this video of me and Daming's scene during ELDDS practice. ((:
Friday, March 16, 2007
OMG
I love Singapore, but sometimes I just wish I was anywhere but here. Reasons?? You seldom get guys like that here, and even if you know one, they're either already taken or gay.
I love this shirt
And you know...REAL GUYS WEAR PINK. ((:
And I just could not resist. BRENDON IS THE LURVE. ((:
Shall stop at here. All those who are reading, TAG!!!! My tagboard is like, kinda dead nowadays.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
I don't need people telling me what's right and what's wrong, what I should say and what I shouldn't, what I must do and what I must not.
It's sickening, really. I don't need you all telling me left, right, and centre on how to live my life. Because this is MY life, I decide the way I want to live it, and you all shouldn't be so nosy because if I srewed up, it'll be my own life that's screwed up, not yours.
So all of you who thinks you've been there and done that, and takes a great pleasure in telling me how I should live my life, jolly well fuck off, cos' I don't need you poking your bloody nose into my affairs.
I've said this before. You don't like my choice of words, the way I blog, the music I listen to, the bands I love, the way I behave, the way I speak, the way I dress, well, SCREW YOU. Get your miserable arse out of my way, I won't greive over the loss. I don't need you people in my life, so go bother someone else instead.
I find it very ironic though. You find it offensive, but somehow you're taking it furthur to another level, making it appear round every corner you walk, every sentence that escaped from your lips, and every surface you touch. Ironic, how ironic. You are no better than me. Practice what you preach before you decide to give me a lecture. To quote from Ryan Ross, "If you're gonna preach, for God's sake preach with conviction" Forked tongues selling faux sermons...I could not find a better way to describe this.
And look at what i found on the net. It had me rolling on the floor. Apparently, emo is a fad that can turn deadly. Society is condemning emos. How ironic. It's the society which gave rise to emos in the first place. If society has not been giving teenagers so much shit to deal with, maybe all of us will be jumping around happily on sunflower fields instead of listening to angsty music, crying in the solitude of our own rooms, cutting ourselves even, dressing in black to reflect our moods.
And just to clarify one thing. There is no such thing as how "emo" you are. if you're emo you're emo. What it shows on the report is just plain stereotyping. Plain labelling. Plain branding. Not all emos cut themselves. Not all emos contemplate suicide. Its just who they are, and what they are.
The way Pete dances is cute, but I still don't get why girls got the hots for him. I think Patrick is waaaaaay cuter, as in comical kind of cute.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I love the chorus. And these guys have been around for quite a long time.
Hey Miss Murder, can I Hey Miss Murder, can I Make beauty stay if I take my life?
With just a look they shook And heavens bowed before him. Simply a look can break your heart. The stars that pierce the sky, He left them all behind. We’re left to wonder why He left us all behind.
Hey Miss Murder, can I Hey Miss Murder, can I Make beauty stay if I take my life?
Dreams of his crash won’t pass. Oh, how they all adored him. Beauty will last when spiraled down. The stars that mystified, he left them all behind and how his children cried. He left us all behind.
Hey Miss Murder, can I Hey Miss Murder, can I Make beauty stay if I take my life?
What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery? I would gladly bet my life upon it that the ghost you love, your ray of light will fizzle out without hope. We're the empty set just floating through, wrapped in skin, ever searching for what we were promised... Reaching for that golden ring we'd never let go... Who would ever let us put their filthy hands upon it?
Hey Miss Murder, can I Hey Miss Murder, can I Make beauty stay if I take my life?
Hey Miss Murder, can I Hey Miss Murder, can I Make beauty stay if I take my life?
YEAH!!! MY MUMMY IS BACK!! WHOOT!!!
While I am typing this post, my tongue is blissfully digging out the honey stuck onto my molars. Ahhhhh........Ok, gross. But my mum brought back cans of malt honey sugar thingy that you twist round and round on a stick and you suck. Very sticky, very sweet, and I'm loving it. ((: My sis is also back, screaming, shouting, and irritating the hell out of me. Finally, the house is not so quiet anymore.And my dad will have someone to laugh together with him while watching America's funniest home video.
Ok, anyway, ELDDS was umm..very enriching. We already blocked out the whole play the last session, so now the director is fine tuning the play with us. We did some serious script analysing, and I seriously didn't know that so much emotions could be associated with simple, everyday sentences like "yeah, I've eaten already" and "where have you been?" It really opened my eyes and kinda gave me an insight to the character that I am playing, so I'm hoping that I could get an Oscar for my performance.
Anyway, there was this scene with me and Daming, where we were at the canteen just sitting down or something, and talking. Then the director said, "you know, there is this very important thing that I wanted you two to portray in this scene. SEXUAL TENSION"
And I was like, what the fu*k????
Apparently, at this age, a 15 year old girl and a 17 year old guy, where hormones are raging and bodies starts changing, when there is interaction between the two, there will inevitably be sexual tension, because umm..our body is telling us that we can umm..mate with the person next to us but our minds are stopping us from making whoopee. According to the director.
So basically, in this play, Daming's interested in me and I'm interested in him, but we don't know how to explain it to each other, and partly because he's this classic joker and I'm this mature young lady, and blah blah blah, after I gave him a scolding, he changed and became more mature just for me. WOW.
Then Daming kept fooling around lah, when the director said that. He waggled his eyebrows and stuff and at one point he even like, pressed his arm down on my shoulder. Super painful can. And the director pushed me. Hard. To demo this tension thingy. thanks alot man.
But ELDDS was fun? I don't know, but I don't hate it. Ah well, hope that we can get that gold in SYF!
You know, sometimes I really wish that you would drop dead, because you are a jerk. Your personality stinks. But i can't forget the you that I first met, the joking, laughing, comical, charasmatic you. The you who looked at me with soulful puppy dog eyes. The you who keep flipping your hair about in a very cute manner. The you who played "I write sins not tragedies" on your nokia 3250. the you who looked down at me because of your tall frame and told me "I'm 178cm" The you who actually held a conversation with me during the break, and I just can't seem to concentrate on anything else except your voice, your laughter, and the pimple on your nose. ( which is gone in like, a few days. I'm stupid to take note, I know) I know I'm being very superficial here, but I can't help it. No matter how badly you treat me, no matter how cold you are to me, once you call out my name, I will run to your side. I'm a sucker, I'm a fool, I know, but I just can't help it. I'm infatuated with you.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Woke up at one plus in the afternoon today. The feeling was....SHIOK ARH. I think I slept for like, twelve plus hours?!?! Anyway, here's some more pics.
The class plus mdm lim, the mother of 4EC. Some wet blankets are missing.
Our LAO BU. ((:
The wind is blowing me away.
My dad is nagging at me to eat my dinner. Shall go off now.
MY MUM IS COMING BACK TOMMORROW!!!!!!! ((:
Ahh...finally I don't stink anymore. LOL. Just came back from the 4EC class barbecue, and showered, and uploaded the photos into my comp. Luckily I didn't puke from the alchohol. Or else I might have gotten into trouble with my dad. And I didn't stink of beer, like some of my classmates does.
Anyway, my day went like this. Stumbled back home from eldds, showered, changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a clean shirt, and lazed around on the couch till sarah comes and pick me up.(thanks again twin!) Went to east coast, area C bbq pit 14, and found out that I am the only person wearing jeans and shoes. The rest are all decked in shorts and flip flops. LOL. I have only a little bit of the pics now, the ones on my cam. Shall post some of the pics up here, and let them do the talking. I'm too tired out to post.
The pretty ladies of 4EC
Me and twin are such natural cam whores
My food. Yummy. ((:
And the hardworking chef, Farhan. What a gentleman. He was barbequeing the food the whole night just for us, despite the heat and all.
This is Shawn, talking to a tree. He was so depressed that his psp kena confiscated by mdm lim that he went bonkers.
This is mdm lim's son. The moment he arrives, he kept staring at us and frowning. Which is kinda creepy..you know..a innocent looking baby giving you the look your form teacher does when you have not done your homework. He freaking looks like mdm lim ok, big eyes and all. And I'm the only lucky one who gets to carry him!! LOL. He knows a chio bu when he sees one. ((:
smiles all around, with the occasional extra third and fourth hand popping out from nowhere. And when mdm lim opened the ice cooler....this is what she sees....
BEER!!! RED WINE!!!
They should have gotten vodka instead. Cos you can spike soft drinks with vodka. But we made do with what we had...
That's Shawn, Leck Zhi, Wein Yeong, Jun Hao, Daryl, and the one holding the beer is Marcus.
Act cute hand signs everywhere, an occasional stupid idiot with hotdog springs up, and boys chugging down cans of carlsberg are here, there and EVERYWHERE. LOL. The bbq was fun. We were all very high (a few sips of beer got me into a state of pure hallucination), and we had a ball of a time. The boys were 'drink driving', sipping beers while riding their bikes wround east coast, terrorising all the people there, while we girls umm...sang at the top of our lungs and irritated the hell out of everybody.
Shall put up more pictures a day or two later, cos' I'm waiting for the pics to be sent to me. Keep watching this space people!
I wish I could just stop time, and bottle up all the joy and happiness and wear it around my neck forever, as a reminder of my carefree, youthful days.
THE girl
Sophie Hong
15 going on 16
28 dec
ROCK CULTURE
Piss off if you don't like me, I won't grieve over the loss
