I know, I know

I know how plain my blog is.

But no one looks, so who cares?

Anyway.

You should all try KFC's banditto pockette. It's great.

Sadly, now it's gone.

In its place stood toasted twister.

Seriously I don't really see the difference between these two. Taste the same.

Big plans, big big plans

I was at a shop and trying out hair product #1 (well, it's free) and it works quite well with my frizzy hair.

It's like hair gel, I guess, but not that sticky. It's a little greasy but you can't tell when you put it on your hair.

It dries quite fast, then my hair isn't frizzy anymore yet still looks natural.


I'm going to buy it.

When somehow it gets on sell.

Disgusting

I accidentally came across this porn webpage and saw a girl giving a guy a blowjob. Then I noticed that the guy's cock was reddish.

After a moment I realized it was the girl's lipstick.

The shitty dance audition

We have class dancing competitions and surprise surprise, it's compulsary.

Our class just lacks class spirit unlike other classes, and we don't have enthusiastic people who would like to volunteer to dance, which ended up in everyone having to dance.

And we had a lot of problems. Say, like, we didn't even know the audition was today. So the technical people didn't burn a CD of the music, and therefore we danced without the music.
The judges weren't impressed with us either. They were like, "Where are your costumes?"
Also at the last minute(like 5 minutes before we were supposed to audition) people backed out because they decided that their outside activities like third language are more important. We didn't even know the timing for the audition until today and so we didn't have time to change our plans or whatsoever.


This is supposed to be a fusion dance because we are supposed to show racial harmony. Well, it was the only thing we could think of--fusion dance. If you don't know what's that, look it up at Google.


So in the end even though it was nice that our whole class is dancing(shows more harmony) unlike other classes which chooses good dancers(which our class lacks)or something, there were only like 4 people in Chinese Dance when there was supposed to be 8.

Continuing.

At first we had the usual idea with everyone else: when they say racial harmony, we do chinese dance, indian dance, malay dance and ballet.

But then I came up with the idea of an imaginary planet, and we have imaginary races, and imaginary dances for each race, 'cause the way we dance is so horrible it may be insulting to others 'cause they may think "That is NOT called chinese dance. That's what they think Indian dance IS?"

It took me so long to convince the people in charge of the dance in my class before they could accept this idea of imaginary races.

The reason I wanted that was because I thought that it would be easier to choreograph the dances 'cause they are imaginary and therefore you don't have to worry if they don't look like actual Indian dances Malay dances blah blah. It's imaginary dance. You can do anything you want. Besides, it's more fun and it will be different from other classes, most probably.

But we still did so horribly. Even though we are doing imaginary races, it doesn't FEEL like we are doing imaginary races because the dances are so similar to Indian dance, Malay dance, Chinese dance and ballet.
Even the music is. At first I was thinking, when we have imaginary races, it was supposed to be creative, you can have weird moves and everything, but apparently the dances all just look like a normal fusion dance.

Then I thought maybe they could mix it up, like Malay music with ballet dance instead of Malay music with Malay dance and such, but due to the lack of time we couldn't do it.
Also, we have ballet dancers in our class, of course, but for like non-ballet dances who have to dance ballet in the dance audition, they found it hard to catch up with the ballet dancers. Same goes for the other dances. I was doing Indian Dance and I know nothing about it(besides I'm not Indian) and I seriously look like a muddled-brain chicken.


So all in all, our dance consist of people kicking legs everywhere, people stumbling, getting wrong moves and there was no music.

The tadpole

The tadpoles--two ugly, spotty, big-headed ones--got legs. Ugly, small, wobbly legs. Terribly exciting, I see.

They made me yelp in disgust. How wonderful.

Something terribly meaningful just happened in my life, apparently. I see a great future ahead of me.

My life is miserable too

My life is miserable.
My friend's going out later with her family--shopping, probably--while I'm here mourning miserably.

Miserable Life.
I have nothing, absolutely nothing to do except surf the internet and get raccoon eyes. Then I would get reprimanding and have the computer taken away when it did nothing.

My meaningless life

My life is meaningless.

I had a slice of cake, an egg tart, milk tea and three cuttlefish balls for lunch.

My life is absolutely meaningless.

I was supposed to get a stuffed cat, a water bottle today but I got neither. My parents don't like Nike bottles and I think metal ones make too much noise and plastic ones in the mall are ugly.

My life is MEANINGLESS.

I have nothing to celebrate. Holiday is just like dull days where you complain about your miserable life.


My life is meaningless, I tell you, meaningless.

My family's going out later but I don't want to swim, nor do I want to sit there reading a book while they play badminton and my sister laugh at me. The only fun thing will be me drinking pepsi from the vendor machine.
I want my stuffed cat and water bottle.

I'm sleepy

It's so tiring. You wake up, you go to school, you come back, homework done, sleep, eat, bathe, sleep.

That's what I mostly do.

Talk about predictable.

Well at least it's Friday. And as my teacher likes saying, TGIF(thank god it's Friday).

My deep DEEP thoughts

I wonder what is my goal in life. When i look back on my life, I didn't really had any success.

I mean, I've had success before, but just small ones, like getting good grades, winning stuff, blah blah.

Not that I'm overly ambitious or anything. I just feel like having some long-term success that when I look back into my life I could feel really, really proud of it, of what I've done.

I'm trying to be deep here.

Shit. It's raining.

In front of me walking (and disappearing soon) is a family of three--mother, father and young son. I wonder what is their purpose in life?

Scientifically, people are born so that we can ensure that our species do not die out.
Which means we will live then one day we die.

But most people, in fact practically everyone, will die with regrets. However, when you at your dying time, I doubt you will be thinking about your regrets, rather you will be thinking, "Shit I'm dying, shit I'm dying. Ah SHIT."



I'm simply filled with deep and fascinating thoughts.

"The short tree standing in front of me. Leaves wobbling in the gentle breeze. He looked at the green, tall trees beside him. Lonely, ever so lonely."

And blah blah blah.

And there goes another post being filled with deep thoughts. They are simply just flowing out of my brain. I merely couldn't supress them all.

So once again, imaginary people, thank you for your amazing atention. There's no need to be so in awe. Have a nice day.

I realize

that my posts are short and easy. Easier to read, then again.


I need something deep.

DEEP.

I got a new chair

I just came home and there on the floor was a chair.

My mom bought it, according to my maid(wait, I mean, domestic helper). So suspicious I went into my room to check the condition of my old chair.

It sat there, all safe and orange.

Then again, maybe the chair isn't for me. =/

YO Yo yo

Just went to buy sunscreen.

I know, I know. Boring day.


Anyway, back to the sunscreen. It's 30SPF and it's fragnant-free.

my dad bought it and he claimed that all the sunscreen are fragnant-free.

How is that possible since whenever PE lesson's here the classroom smells like coconuts?

Since everyone has blogs

And it's so hard to find a blog in a million blogs, I might as well post rubbish.

This morning I woke up to the sounds of clanging.

Now I wonder where it came from.

Then my maid hurried out of her room, carrying a bag.

My first thought was, "She's up to something."

Turned out she was.

Off-day.