** Hundred and Six **
im trying to cramp in doing my homework in front of the screen and blog at the same time. so excuse the typos i'm about to make. this is an extremely wordly post. so if you aint got the time to read dont bother. cuz i didn't bother to bring my camera. and even if i did, i wouldn't bother to post it.
went for BersatUnite concert last saturday. or was it sunday. i don't know. everyday now seem so distant to me. anyway. went to esther's house at around 5. went for dinner with a whole bunch of people i've seen before but don't know who they are. yeah. i suck at remembering names. so here comes the introducing and the constant feeling of lost-ness [if there's such a word]. then it started to drizzle and we moved inside. lawls. no harm in eating in the rain really. should be a fun thing to do eating in the rain. the longer you take to eat the more rain gets in your food. so eat fast. xD.
ahhh i cut straight to the point. i've got loads of homework to do. everytime i go out i'm bound to do something stupid. just everytime it happens it rates on a different scale. so heres the dumbest thing i have ever done when i went out. i finished my food already and was going to finish my drink. amanda asked me to help her with the wan tan. so fineeeee...eat the freaking wan tan. i was chewing and wee kiat was talking bout his bloody trip to beijing. some I<3 NY shirt in beijing. only they printed it as I <3 BJ. BJ is supposed to stand for Beijing...you know...Beijing...BJ...Beijing...BJ...BeiJing...BJ...
i think i was the first to get what it actually meant. i mean there's a secondary meaning to it. [if your mind is corrupted] and here comes the stupidity. you know how i am...when i laugh out loud i seriously laugh out loud. and yeah i laughed out loud. like serious laugh out loud. and the um....wan tan i was chewing kind fell into my drink. and i went "Owh shit". sorta fell back. bangged my head onto the thingy [i dont know what to call it].
so not funny...
xD
yes i finished my drink.
not that the "extra ingredient" bothered me.
drove to wherever the concert was. ahhh...blah....i forgot what i wanted to type...whatever la...
then went to McDonald's. McFlurry n Coke. and half way through i felt so freaking cold. for the FIRST TIME in my life i see someone stirring the McFlurry n making it all waterry before eating. i like ice cream frozen n this guy's making it melt. xD. furiously stirring the McFlurry. then i started pushing the buttons on the plastic cover they put on the cups. it fun. and addictive. xD.
so weird. lawls. i've never seen someone point at you and treaten to tickle you with a finger. and all it tuns out to be was a stroke down the spine. obviously i had no respond to it. i got no stimuli there...xD yeah then i wasn't acting my age like i always am. was like figthing for the hat. ahhh i'm a kid...
then i went home. yes my dad was mad i was out so late.
but my nose was clogged and i just dropped dead on my bed.
i did write for the school mag this year. for the "creative" writing section. why i placed " on the creative?!?!
creative writing is for students to express themselves through their own writing and compositions. and no doubt not all can be inspired with happy thoughts.
and this is why mine wasn't in it. cuz the school magazine NEVER prints the stories that don't end happily. or concern death. or anything else. long story short. anything emo aint gonna be accept no matter how good it is.
i cant find the original one. i dont know where i saved it. the one below is the one i started on. the very first idea. it's lame. but i try. this wasn't the one i handed in though. this one's unfinished. and i dont plan to finish it.
i think i deleted the one i sent in...damnation
The ice cream drops fell on the bricked pavement. Drip. Seeping into the space between them. Drip. Drip. Drip. In the mists of white and brownish black. Drip. Drip. A pair of blackish red converse shoes lay. Drip. The sun scorching on passersby on the streets. The cloudless clear blue sky. The trickle of sweat running down her forehead. Drip. Tyres screeched in front of her. She glared at him on the bicycle with the sun behind his head, her eyes squinted a bit. Panting, he spoke, “I’m sorry.” Slowly she stood up from squatting at the sidewalks. Tossed her ice cream stick covered in what used to be her ice cream. She stared at him angrily, crossed her arms. He looked back with sorry eyes. “I’m so sorry, Cream.” He apologized. She tapped her feet on the pavement. “Does it kill to be punctual even for ONCE?!” She screamed at him. His sight moved to the handles of his bicycle. His fingers fiddled by the handles. “Look. I’m real sorry, Cream. Please. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” She sighed and hopped on the back of his bicycle. Her hands on his shoulders.
He cycled slowly. The ride home was quiet. Dead silence. He rode past all the neighbouring blocks and took a shortcut through the alley. He stopped. “Why stop, Ice?” She asked. He glanced over his shoulders. “I need to-” She nodded. She got off the bicycle and leaned to the wall. He parked it at doorstep and disappeared into the door. The darkness of the alley seems to swallow her though the sun was shining brightly. There were broken baskets drowned in water from the leaked pipes. Loose steam escaped from the higher cracks of the pipes. The fire escape stairways stood firmly on the bricked building though rusted. Just below stands a large disposal bin. Imprinted with graffiti and markers. Excessive bag of trash lay outside the bin. She sighed and checked her watch. The hands show a quarter to three. She sighed. She squatted again. “Gosh. I’m waiting for him again.” Her little heart whispered as she rolled her eyes. Then, stomps down the stairs broke the silence. She could hear murmurs. Scrambling of feet. Squeaking of sneakers. “No! No! Wait! Let me-” She saw him fly out the doors. The man that stood at the doorstep pointed, “Don’t you dare come back!” The door slammed coldly. She stood slowly, walked to him lying in the mist of trash and water. He lay lifeless.
She held out her hand. “Come on. I’m going to be late for my class.” He just sat there motionless. Sighed and pulled out the key from his neck and gave her the lock for his bicycle. “Take the bicycle. I’ll walk back.” She looked at him. “I am not going to leave you here, Ice. You’re probably hurt. Come. I’ll cycle the rest.” He covered his face in his palms. “No. I said go.” She still stood there. Waiting for him. He stared at her. “I said...” He grabbed an empty can. “...GO!!” He threw it at her. She edged away avoiding the can. Seeing himself missed his target. He began picking up can by can, blindly tossing them at her. She moved, bent, jumped and just as she barely avoided the empty coke thrown at her, he finally hit her. She hit the floor. The paint can bounced off the concrete floor.
She forced herself up. Silently she got on his bicycle and left him in the alley. She returned to the scorching sun. Ridding past the supermarket, she stopped and smiled. The bruise on her face where the can hit her was now very visible. She locked the bicycle and went in.
She hurried back. Parked the bike back to where he parked his. He was still sitting there motionless. She hopped to see him smiling. She seated herself beside him and opened the packet of Oreo’s and vanilla ice cream. “Come on, Ice.” She said smiling, offering ice cream on the Oreo. He didn’t move. “Please?” She tried again. He slowly turned. His mouth wide open as she fed him the Oreo.
at some point when you chat. some lameness comes into play. don't dare you deny it.
i dont have issues
i was chatting with GTH , JT , Apple. and i just left for 5 minutes and i came back not knowing what was happening but i knew it was about me. and i was being ignored. damn you people...
GTH:Yeah, rachel's got some issues
JT:You should see her drink coke
GTH:Coke addict
JT: is coke a drug?!?! send her to rehab for that...
Apple: lol...maybe it is
GTH: we should go investigate
JT: ok..lets plan an experiment
GTH: Suicide bomb-mer....
Apple: WTF?!?! so random
Me: i dont have issues...
GTH: rachel's a suicide bomb-mer from iraq...
JT: i'm from palestine...xD
then JT starts spamming like hell making my computer lag. you know how it is with msn n group conversations...and i thought of something to make JT shut up...
JT: {fill in the crapation}
Me: SHUT UP JT!!! Or I'll shake you like a carbonated drink!!
JT: ...
Apple: P-A-W-N-E-D
pretend shopping trip
yeah. we have vivid imagination. this was during the holidays.
Joshua: i'm stuck at home for the holidays...wtf...
Rachel: Yeh...so am i...welcome to the club...
Joshua: lets do something stupid...
Rachel: depends on how stupid...
Joshua: pretend shopping trip....i'll "buy" you ice cream...
Rachel: hahaha...ok...where r we going...
Joshua: KLCC!!!
Rachel: ok ok...
Joshua: *walks*
Rachel: *hops*
Joshua: LMAO!!! wtf la...
Rachel: you said pretend...u didn't say it has to make sense
Joshua: Nvm...lets take the lift...*pulls u into the lift*
Joshua: *doors slowly closes*
Rachel: ok what floor...
Joshua: OK!!! PEOPLE!!! DON'T PANIC...REMAIN CALM...
Rachel: *stares* WTF
Joshua: THOSE DOORS WILL OPEN...
Rachel: L-A-M-E-O
then...we were so called window shopping and walking summore.
Joshua: hey...i learnt something today...
Rachel: what...
Joshua: *burp*
Rachel: owh....kay...you were saying?!?!
Joshua: nope...that was it...
Rachel: *slaps* idiot...
time to start by starting
--------------[[ BersatUnite ]]--------------
went for BersatUnite concert last saturday. or was it sunday. i don't know. everyday now seem so distant to me. anyway. went to esther's house at around 5. went for dinner with a whole bunch of people i've seen before but don't know who they are. yeah. i suck at remembering names. so here comes the introducing and the constant feeling of lost-ness [if there's such a word]. then it started to drizzle and we moved inside. lawls. no harm in eating in the rain really. should be a fun thing to do eating in the rain. the longer you take to eat the more rain gets in your food. so eat fast. xD.
ahhh i cut straight to the point. i've got loads of homework to do. everytime i go out i'm bound to do something stupid. just everytime it happens it rates on a different scale. so heres the dumbest thing i have ever done when i went out. i finished my food already and was going to finish my drink. amanda asked me to help her with the wan tan. so fineeeee...eat the freaking wan tan. i was chewing and wee kiat was talking bout his bloody trip to beijing. some I<3 NY shirt in beijing. only they printed it as I <3 BJ. BJ is supposed to stand for Beijing...you know...Beijing...BJ...Beijing...BJ...BeiJing...BJ...
i think i was the first to get what it actually meant. i mean there's a secondary meaning to it. [if your mind is corrupted] and here comes the stupidity. you know how i am...when i laugh out loud i seriously laugh out loud. and yeah i laughed out loud. like serious laugh out loud. and the um....wan tan i was chewing kind fell into my drink. and i went "Owh shit". sorta fell back. bangged my head onto the thingy [i dont know what to call it].
so not funny...
xD
yes i finished my drink.
not that the "extra ingredient" bothered me.
drove to wherever the concert was. ahhh...blah....i forgot what i wanted to type...whatever la...
then went to McDonald's. McFlurry n Coke. and half way through i felt so freaking cold. for the FIRST TIME in my life i see someone stirring the McFlurry n making it all waterry before eating. i like ice cream frozen n this guy's making it melt. xD. furiously stirring the McFlurry. then i started pushing the buttons on the plastic cover they put on the cups. it fun. and addictive. xD.
so weird. lawls. i've never seen someone point at you and treaten to tickle you with a finger. and all it tuns out to be was a stroke down the spine. obviously i had no respond to it. i got no stimuli there...xD yeah then i wasn't acting my age like i always am. was like figthing for the hat. ahhh i'm a kid...
then i went home. yes my dad was mad i was out so late.
but my nose was clogged and i just dropped dead on my bed.
--------------[[ BersatUnite ]]--------------
--------------[[ Written ]]--------------
i did write for the school mag this year. for the "creative" writing section. why i placed " on the creative?!?!
creative writing is for students to express themselves through their own writing and compositions. and no doubt not all can be inspired with happy thoughts.
and this is why mine wasn't in it. cuz the school magazine NEVER prints the stories that don't end happily. or concern death. or anything else. long story short. anything emo aint gonna be accept no matter how good it is.
i cant find the original one. i dont know where i saved it. the one below is the one i started on. the very first idea. it's lame. but i try. this wasn't the one i handed in though. this one's unfinished. and i dont plan to finish it.
i think i deleted the one i sent in...damnation
The ice cream drops fell on the bricked pavement. Drip. Seeping into the space between them. Drip. Drip. Drip. In the mists of white and brownish black. Drip. Drip. A pair of blackish red converse shoes lay. Drip. The sun scorching on passersby on the streets. The cloudless clear blue sky. The trickle of sweat running down her forehead. Drip. Tyres screeched in front of her. She glared at him on the bicycle with the sun behind his head, her eyes squinted a bit. Panting, he spoke, “I’m sorry.” Slowly she stood up from squatting at the sidewalks. Tossed her ice cream stick covered in what used to be her ice cream. She stared at him angrily, crossed her arms. He looked back with sorry eyes. “I’m so sorry, Cream.” He apologized. She tapped her feet on the pavement. “Does it kill to be punctual even for ONCE?!” She screamed at him. His sight moved to the handles of his bicycle. His fingers fiddled by the handles. “Look. I’m real sorry, Cream. Please. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” She sighed and hopped on the back of his bicycle. Her hands on his shoulders.
He cycled slowly. The ride home was quiet. Dead silence. He rode past all the neighbouring blocks and took a shortcut through the alley. He stopped. “Why stop, Ice?” She asked. He glanced over his shoulders. “I need to-” She nodded. She got off the bicycle and leaned to the wall. He parked it at doorstep and disappeared into the door. The darkness of the alley seems to swallow her though the sun was shining brightly. There were broken baskets drowned in water from the leaked pipes. Loose steam escaped from the higher cracks of the pipes. The fire escape stairways stood firmly on the bricked building though rusted. Just below stands a large disposal bin. Imprinted with graffiti and markers. Excessive bag of trash lay outside the bin. She sighed and checked her watch. The hands show a quarter to three. She sighed. She squatted again. “Gosh. I’m waiting for him again.” Her little heart whispered as she rolled her eyes. Then, stomps down the stairs broke the silence. She could hear murmurs. Scrambling of feet. Squeaking of sneakers. “No! No! Wait! Let me-” She saw him fly out the doors. The man that stood at the doorstep pointed, “Don’t you dare come back!” The door slammed coldly. She stood slowly, walked to him lying in the mist of trash and water. He lay lifeless.
She held out her hand. “Come on. I’m going to be late for my class.” He just sat there motionless. Sighed and pulled out the key from his neck and gave her the lock for his bicycle. “Take the bicycle. I’ll walk back.” She looked at him. “I am not going to leave you here, Ice. You’re probably hurt. Come. I’ll cycle the rest.” He covered his face in his palms. “No. I said go.” She still stood there. Waiting for him. He stared at her. “I said...” He grabbed an empty can. “...GO!!” He threw it at her. She edged away avoiding the can. Seeing himself missed his target. He began picking up can by can, blindly tossing them at her. She moved, bent, jumped and just as she barely avoided the empty coke thrown at her, he finally hit her. She hit the floor. The paint can bounced off the concrete floor.
She forced herself up. Silently she got on his bicycle and left him in the alley. She returned to the scorching sun. Ridding past the supermarket, she stopped and smiled. The bruise on her face where the can hit her was now very visible. She locked the bicycle and went in.
She hurried back. Parked the bike back to where he parked his. He was still sitting there motionless. She hopped to see him smiling. She seated herself beside him and opened the packet of Oreo’s and vanilla ice cream. “Come on, Ice.” She said smiling, offering ice cream on the Oreo. He didn’t move. “Please?” She tried again. He slowly turned. His mouth wide open as she fed him the Oreo.
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--------------[[ Lameness ]]--------------
at some point when you chat. some lameness comes into play. don't dare you deny it.
i dont have issues
i was chatting with GTH , JT , Apple. and i just left for 5 minutes and i came back not knowing what was happening but i knew it was about me. and i was being ignored. damn you people...
GTH:Yeah, rachel's got some issues
JT:You should see her drink coke
GTH:Coke addict
JT: is coke a drug?!?! send her to rehab for that...
Apple: lol...maybe it is
GTH: we should go investigate
JT: ok..lets plan an experiment
GTH: Suicide bomb-mer....
Apple: WTF?!?! so random
Me: i dont have issues...
GTH: rachel's a suicide bomb-mer from iraq...
JT: i'm from palestine...xD
then JT starts spamming like hell making my computer lag. you know how it is with msn n group conversations...and i thought of something to make JT shut up...
JT: {fill in the crapation}
Me: SHUT UP JT!!! Or I'll shake you like a carbonated drink!!
JT: ...
Apple: P-A-W-N-E-D
pretend shopping trip
yeah. we have vivid imagination. this was during the holidays.
Joshua: i'm stuck at home for the holidays...wtf...
Rachel: Yeh...so am i...welcome to the club...
Joshua: lets do something stupid...
Rachel: depends on how stupid...
Joshua: pretend shopping trip....i'll "buy" you ice cream...
Rachel: hahaha...ok...where r we going...
Joshua: KLCC!!!
Rachel: ok ok...
Joshua: *walks*
Rachel: *hops*
Joshua: LMAO!!! wtf la...
Rachel: you said pretend...u didn't say it has to make sense
Joshua: Nvm...lets take the lift...*pulls u into the lift*
Joshua: *doors slowly closes*
Rachel: ok what floor...
Joshua: OK!!! PEOPLE!!! DON'T PANIC...REMAIN CALM...
Rachel: *stares* WTF
Joshua: THOSE DOORS WILL OPEN...
Rachel: L-A-M-E-O
then...we were so called window shopping and walking summore.
Joshua: hey...i learnt something today...
Rachel: what...
Joshua: *burp*
Rachel: owh....kay...you were saying?!?!
Joshua: nope...that was it...
Rachel: *slaps* idiot...
--------------[[ Lameness ]]--------------
time to start by starting
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