if you know me well, you'll know that i love disney cartoons. i just watched tarzan for the first time (i know i'm slow) and i cried buckets of tears! what makes a good cartoon: romance, good action, good graphics, good theme songs and most of all, i must be able to cry at least twice in the movie.

for tarzan i cried five times in all.

for mulan i cried four times.

for beauty and the beast i cried twice.

for finding nemo i cried once. (but the graphics make it up)

for lilo and stitch i cried three times.

for brother bear i didnt cry. but it was a good movie for the humour scenes were great.

i cant remember anymore. but i tell you, tarzan is freaking HOT!!

the biggest tribulation of today: getting my hair to curl

i notice something. in other people's blogs they describe their day. but why the fuck should you describe your day? the day's over, you experienced it already now move on! if i want to describe my day, i'll at least put in some reflection or thoughts. not just the bloody description. blogs and diaries are meant for reflections and thoughts.

this means one thing. other people are crazy. i am sane.

i think i'm the only sane person in my dysfunctional school. my classmates are a strange bunch.

i didnt go to school today. i dont think i'll be going to school anymore. i really dont like school. i wouldnt mind if the school was yjc, but its fucking MI. i spent the day watching Sound of Music over and over again so i can write a fanfic about liesl. i love liesl she is so pretty.

1. You are attracted to those who have split personality, like cold as ice on the outside, but hot as fire in the heart.

2. In the process of courtship, the approach that would make you feel irresistable is moods-swing, blow hot and cold in love, vacillate.

3. The impression you would like to give to your lover is stylish.

4. You don't like it when your partner is insecure.

5. The kind of relationship you would like to build with your partner is one that you care not only about the present but also the future with your partner, a long-lasting relationship that you can grow with.

6. You can never be stabilized; actually, you are not suitable for marriage and you don't want to make committment.

7. You think of marriage as a precious thing. Once you get married, you'll treasure it and your partner very much.

8. At this moment, you are quite self-centered; you think of love as something you can get and trash anytime you want.

i went home alone from school today
and did some reflection along the way
i realise i have to stop acting like a yob
cos i'm not doing a very good job
i assaulted clarence with a water bottle
and he looked like he was about to throttle
my sorry little self and wring my neck
and kick my ass and break my back
i heard a helluva interesting stories
and laughed at my own follies
and i thought, "what the fuck!
people are more messed up!"
they made me want to scream and shout,
"look at me! i'm not a fucking lout!"
they made me want to break down in tears
because i can't face my own fears
but also they made me smile
and made my life worthwhile
because i've finally stopped ignoring
stopped wondering
stopped assuming
and picked my head up from the floor.

apparently i got it wrong. eva uses harry for sex but she doesnt love him, but harry loves her. poor harry. naughty eva.

i just watched a movie on channel 5. it's pretty sick and confusing. it's about this english girl, eva, who is in love with her cousin joseph, who is a geologist. however she has to go work in the countryside so she takes up lodging with a pig farmer harry. harry is madly obssessively in love with eva. then joseph had his left leg blasted away in some canyon where he was collecting rocks so he returned to england. he meets up with eva and he falls for her too (btw eva is pretty ugly to me). but eva is touched by harry's love so she doesnt leave with joseph and joseph goes home alone. but harry stupidly had a one night stand with some wench and eva finds out and she is disgusted and she goes and live with joseph. they were a happy pair. however harry is so distraught that he wants to kill himself, and eva goes back to stop him from killing himself. but harry knows that eva still loves joseph so he hacked off his left leg with a chainsaw to be like joseph. eva feels indebted and decides to stay and look after harry, who is now a crazy loon. but joseph comes and convinced eva to marry him. so eva left the loon and married joseph.

what the fuck.

for your info: anita mui is not chinese crap. she is a legend.

forgot to mention: got traumatized and assaulted by dhaniah's cat.

valentine's day today. went on a date with dhaniah, but she brought her friend along so it became a threesome. went to east coast park and cycled around the beach. now have icky tan lines.

just emerged from shower. my fingers are all wrinkly and pruney, something strange since it has never happened since i was 11. used a new shampoo. hair is straighter than ever. no, my hair on the left side is straight. hair on right side in loose curls. 8% of my hair ended up on the bathroom floor. trying to restore curls.

gorti came back from camp again. still coughing away. poor guy. he got the tekong flu.

i'm so damn tanned. must remember to wear sunblock next time.

went to temasek poly today for the open house. rather impressed. then sat in front of the LOTR roadshow for 4 hours waiting for dhaniah to come.

tried on many dresses from this fashion and i love all of them!! how unexpected. we picked the most outrageous ones and those turned out to be the most flattering ones. i am seriously thinking of getting the black goth one.

i've finished reading the tamuli! yay! but kinda slow to my standards. took 4 days to complete 1200+ pages.

i even dreamt of the tamuli last night. i dreamt that i was some character they called fellatia! and apparently sir berit has the hots for me. and yeah, sir kalten looked like owen wilson in the dream.

then i woke up to go to the loos. then i went back to sleep. i dreamt i was looking for an old storybook and i found it! it still looks the same. i dont know where to book is now though. maybe i threw it away or gave it to my cousins. i miss my childhood.

then i woke up and decided not to go to school. so i went back to sleep. this time my dream has some serious sexual reference, so i wouldnt expand on that.

i'm not an outcast. i just choose not to talk to you. and i choose not to listen either.

damn pooks.

my fashion sense

for going out shopping/library/anywhere WITHOUT dhaniah:
school t-shirt
or just about any clean t-shirt
baggy knee-length pants
waistpouch
flipflops

for going out shopping/library/anywhere WITH dhaniah (casual):
more presentable shirt
baggy knee-length pants
or jeans
bag or satchel
sneakers

for going out WITH dhaniah (dressing up for fun):
just about anything outrageous e.g. glitter/sequin tops, hippie style, fishnet tights
full face of make-up
sioux-indian boots

for going out WITH mom:
expensive blouse
tight flared jeans
or skirts
heels
or sneakers
FLIPFLOPS AND CHEAP TACKY BARGAIN CLOTHES ARE BANNED

clothes that i never touched since they were bought:
halter back-bearing skintight tops (i've got 4: white corset style, pink sequinny, red checked and green flowery)
ultra ultra short silky skirts (too many in a heap)
tube tops (2: white and pink)
black pvc para-para platform boots
tapered GUESS? jeans (used to be mom's)

accesories i ALWAYS wear:
dangly silver stars earrings
platinum chain w/ tiny diamond
friendship moodring
jade ring

the stuff i wear almost everyday:
fucking school uniform

i was reading my new classmates' blogs and realised what a tame, holistic world i live in. yeah! good for me! i'm achieving nirvana, once i stop swearing and cussing like a sailor, watching porn etc. hey i'm an inner sinner. i don't drink or smoke weed or go clubbing or have wild promiscuous unprotected sex. but i do what all the pervy geek losers do, plus a little more.

original hentai fiction, anyone?

the reason why i always wear headphones in school even though i'm not listening to music: so that people won't talk to me and show me how full of shit they are.

dhani said i love shindigs like campfire nite. ooh yeah! i love doing piercing xena calls and knowing no one can do anything to me cos they are all younger than me. and the darkness and the fire and the music sparks something dark and primitive and animalistic in me. thats why i love shindigs like these.

you can call me the mosh-pit freak.

techno and club music is shit. give me some good rock music to groove to (actually you cant groove to rock, but i'm too lazy to find the right word). and why do people like rap and hiphop? how do you dance to that shit??

why do people hate emopunk? i like emopunk.

Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

ok stevie nicks isnt emopunk but i just happened to be listening to this song.

some words on the superficialities in my life:

cramps.

no eyebrows.

wavy hair.

no more clean shirts.

no food in the house.

hungry.

school.

now i lost my eyebrows. i look like someone used a lawnmower on my face! my forehead is practically bald and i have a permanent surprised expression on my face now! how am i spozed to go to school tmr???

woke up late this morning, like around 6:30 AM. felt bad for missing school, so i studied lit until about 9 plus, then i watched TV. then went out to meet dhani. on the way met zhao and waltz. dhani was wearing such a cool outfit! i bought a black shirt so we'd look more similar, but i think i look more like an 80s glam rock fashion disaster. the shirt had a golden sequined dragon on it! but it was cheap so i bought it.

then decided to tidy up my brows, so i went to the cheap one in far east instead of the usual one i go to in paragon. PHWOAR! instead of trimming my brows, the beautician removed them!

then while my face was stinging with pain, i bumped into bernard and jason. this is such bad luck. they didn't even recognise me at first. i shouldn't have said hi, otherwise they wouldn't have seen me. darn! then i decided i couldnt show my face to the world anymore, so went home.

ai~ have to do lit and GP hw.

my hair still refuses to curl. now it hangs there, a mass of waves. but i want CURLS not WAVES. right after school i washed my hair and set it on sponge rollers. then about 15 minutes ago i removed the rollers and my hair is still damp!! and where are my curls?? i've been pottering around the house for 7 hours looking ridiculously stupid and this is what i get?? damp wavy hair??

i'm going to sue the stylist.

my hands smell like garlic. i have garlic breath. but i like garlic.

today another guy walked into my radar. i'm putting him under the "pretty face - non-prospect" category as for now. because he seriously has a pretty face. in fact he is so beautiful you can laugh about it. but i've only spoken a few lines to him, so i don't know about him enough to put him under the "pretty face - prospective" category.

i still hate school though. i hate all the attitude problems oozing out of everybody's pores. some believe they're damned high-powered. some believe that what they say is law. some believe other people's laws. some believe the whole fucking world kowtows to them 3 times a day each morning. some believe everybody else loves them. some believe they love everybody else.

i don't know why people glare at me whenever i call melvin "sumo". it's a compliment!! at least i dont call him "that fat ass" like some people do.

windy isn't it? no it's thursday. so am i, let's have a cup of tea.

i think i irritated many people in my class today because i kept singing broadway songs during lit. but it wasn't my fault! jonathan was trying to see how many musicals and songs i knew, and for this matter i am a scholar of all things ALW. ok not all but at least i know more of it than the average person.

talking to calven. or rather, he talking and me saying "haha ok" after everything he says. he pisses me off! he is SUCH a big sissy!

lionbat84@hotmail.com says:
Friendship forever.
lionbat84@hotmail.com says:
I love sharing friendship with my friends.
Marire Ua Whakahirahira Whatitiri says:
haha ok
lionbat84@hotmail.com says:
I love the feeling of friendship.

have you seen a guy talk like that?!

i shall take this opportunity to say something of no particular importance to world peace.

MY HAIR REFUSES TO CURL!!

it just hangs there from my head, a mop of limp straight hair, despite desperate revving ups from ultra-moisturizing shampoo, nutri-ceramide conditioner, curl enhancing lotion and heated rollers. but no, it just flops from my scalp like a wilted plant.

anyway enough of my hair.

i realized that i'm out of tune today when i attempted to sing in the bathroom. when i got my tune back on track, i realized that i'm not warmed up enough to carry it. then i realized that my vocal chords and diaphragm had gone slack and unwilling to work. so from tomorrow i'm going to dedicated one hour of vocal training to get myself back in shape before lessons start.

i hate school and i don't want to go to school tomorrow. i wish i could forever stop schooling. i wish i could just marry some rich guy and not study or work for my whole life ever. i wish i could burn down the school and murder my classmates and be sentenced to life imprisonment on a desert island in the southern pacific.

campfire nite this friday? count me in! i'm going to laugh at little people!

no potentials yet. my previous infatuation had revealed what a sucker i am to pretty faces. shall look beyond superficialities and materialism next time when looking for a love monkey. methinks i should forget about guys altogether and concentrate on being a better person.

dammit my hair still refuses to curl! must be the fucking dye-job.