Parties. Who needs 'em?

Hello all.
Haven't been updating. Hur.
So.IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE! =O

I've been having parties over the last three days, and still have more to go to after the holiday.


On Friday, I went out with AT, her little sister, Lil Sis and Miin.
Bloody fun. ><


Then yesterday, it was another party for my mom&dad's friends, including Lil Sis's parents and Briggie.


And now the party for my mom's relatives is in full swing, and I, as usual, have snuck upstairs to use the computer.
Hopefully the guests will distract my mother and father for a little while longer.


Can I just say that I absolutely HATE parties?
I can tolerate them if one or two close friends of mine are there. Really.


But don't you know that practically all parties have little tykes?
Who scream really loudly at the top of their lungs?
And drop food on themsleves?
Not to mention wreck the entire host/ess's house?


Yeah.
That's the main reason why I hate these gatherings so much.


So far, Alexandria (dad's friend's daughter) and the twins (mom's cousin's daughters) have gone into my room WITHOUT PERMISSION and hid eggs in there, only to take them out again and toss them at each other.
And yes, I lost my temper, screamed at them to scram, pushed them out the door and locked it.


Now, my mom's other cousin's daughter and son (Michelle and Bryant) are insisting that they come upstairs to 'explore' the house (translation: wreck the house) and have tried to squeeze themselves into my sister's little chair (imagine the Goldilocks Breaking Baby Bear's Chair scene; those two aren't exactly pixies) and her little one-seat Mercedes (it didn't move. Thank God I removed the battery beforehand).


Damn.
I hate parties.
But at least the presents make up for it. XD


DramaQueen!



Oh, I almost forgot.Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Pretty in Pink

There she is! There she is!
Miss Pretty in Pink!
Excuse me, Miss--
The chase is on.


Her smile, her laugh makes
them swoon. Golden locks bounce up and down.
Miss Pretty in Pink,
tell us your secret!


Everyone wants to know-- Thongs or panties?


She's on top of the
world, high on her Gucci heels,
Miss Pretty in Pink,
what is your secret?


Do you have any opinions on today's generation?


She's just out of their reach.
Is that why they love her so?
Miss Pretty in Pink,
let us in on your secret!


Are the rumours about you and a certain actor true?


She must be perfect in
every way, a passerby whispers.
Miss Pretty in Pink,
stop a moment, please!


You've been named one of People magazine's most beautiful women! How do you feel about that?


Those heels must hurt, says another,
and indeed, they do.
10 blocks in less than a half hour.
I must tell my personal trainer.


I've had it with these people.


So she whips out her purse,
draws out a tube, and says
into the camera, "Use
Maybelline eyeliner. No smudges,
lasts all day long."


That shuts them up.

Copycat.

Seems that whenever I say a certain thing, someone else goes, "Oh, yes, insert what I said a couple of tags ago."
At least paraphrase it, right? Is there a need to copy&paste?
Or you could say, "Yeap, I agree with so-and-so too! About so-and-so, I mean."

Go out and get your own, sista.

I do NOT need the competition.

MORE Blogthings!

You are a Playful Date

Your dating philosophy? "Fun first, romance later" You rather scream on a roller coaster... Then stare in to some guy's eyes over dinner. Guys to look for: Men with humorous profiles and quirky interests Sure that business suit guy may look boring... But if he likes snowball fights, give him a try

What Kind of Date Are You?

Your Gemstone is Aquamarine

Intuitive, tranquil, and trusting. You inspire others to have faith in themselves.

What Gemstone Are You?

You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer

"We saved the world. I say we have to party."

What Superheroine Are You?

Your Power Color Is Blue

Relationships and feelings are the most important things to you. You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict. If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well. You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.

What's Your Power Color?

You are White Chocolate

You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in. Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you. You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

Your Fragrance Profile

The best calming fragrance: jasmine The best fragrance for everyday wear: sandalwood The best fragrance to boost your sex appeal: rose The best fragrance for energy: peppermint

What's Your Fragrance Profile?

The PJ's You Are Most Like: Underwear

You enjoy the simple things in life and aren't hard to please You have an understated, easy sexyness that men love And you're confident enough to pull it off - without being overbearing

What Kind of PJ's Are You?

You Are Artemis!

Brave, and a natural born leader. You're willing to fight for what you believe in... And willing to make tough decisions. Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!

What Goddess Are You?

You Should Drive a Ford Shelby Mustang Cobra

You have an extreme need for speed, even when you're not in a hurry. And while your flying by, you don't want to look like every other car on the road!

What 2007 Car Should You Drive?

You Are a Boxer Puppy

Energetic, playful and good with kids. You've also got a wild spirit that can't be trained or tamed.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

Your Hawaiian Name is:

Keandra Lani

What's your Hawaiian Name?

Yes. I'm bored.

Blogthings thing

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Happy Go Lucky Herbalist. Where You Lived: Central Africa. How You Died: Natural causes.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

You Are a Coy Flirt

You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing. You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing. Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal. A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.

What Kind of Flirt Are You?

Your Birthdate: April 27

You are a spiritual soul - a person who tries to find meaning in everything. You spend a good amount of time meditating, trying to figure out life. Helping others is also important to you. You enjoy social activities with that goal. You are very generous and giving. Yet you expect very little in return. Your strength: Getting along with anyone and everyone Your weakness: Needing a good amount of downtime to recharge Your power color: Cobalt blue Your power symbol: Dove Your power month: September

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

You Should Be A Poet

You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

For the twelve days of Christmas, your true love will send you:

Twelve punk rockers drumming Eleven marshmallows a-puffing Ten reindeer a-leaping Nine ladies yodeling Eight cows a-milking Seven eggnogs a-intoxicating Six Santas a-hohohoing Five golden coins Four calling booty calls Three French berets Two diamond pinky rings And a crazy homeless person in an apple tree

What Will You Get for the 12 Days of Christmas?

You Are Best Described By...

Jeune Fille Vert By Tamara De Lempicka

What Famous Work of Art Are You?

People Envy Your Compassion

You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain. People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.

What Do People Envy About You?

Haha. Blogthings is COOOOL.

Gone are the Days.

Gone are the days where us one-year-olds took our very first (albeit a little wobbly), small step, and where our over-excited parents grabbed their camcorders, much to our fright, and the video, which has been shown on your birthday every single year, ends with a close-up of your little face, crimson with all the effort you put into bawling your lungs out.
(Thank God.)


Gone are the days where us three-year-olds (having mastered the art of what they call 'walking') toddled into our respective kindergartens and, with much gusto and enthusiasm, sang silly little songs about chickens and ducks and geese in Chinese and English. And who can forget the very memorable Graduation Day, where it was time for us to toss our little caps into the air and we ended up accidentally-on-purpose poking the eye of the class bossy-boots, much to the anger of her parents, and for the rest of the afternoon, you were forced to sit in a little corner while the rest of the ceremony continued, much to the embarrasment of your parents.
(And till this day, you are still taking out your personal copy of your kindergarten's class photograph and vandalising Miss Bossy-Boots's face by drawing red devil horns on her with your Magic Markers.)


Gone are the days where us seven-year-olds first stepped into Primary school ("Wah, so BIG!") and had to constantly ask Mrs Tan's help for
a) going to the nearby Level One toilet ("I cannot go myself!")
b) solving the 'tough' Mathematics problems you weren't used to doing ("What is this number, ah?")
c) solving petty squabbles between you and your friends. ("I don't friend you anymore!")


Gone are the days when us twelve-year-olds finally realised how important the PSLE was, and for the few weeks before this very important exam, we were seen in the Library bending our heads over thick textbooks and scribbling down the formula to find the area of a circle upon our pretty spiral bound notebooks.
(Actually, we were secretly bashing up criminals on our PSPs under the table, when the librarian wasn't looking.)


Gone are the days where we finally entered Secondary school, said goodbye to many bosom friends ("RGS?! Why not MGS?! Oh, how could you, Marissa?") and struggled with our seven ("WHAT?!") subjects and fifty-minute periods. We formed many groups ("Cliques." "Naw, we're a HAPPY FAMILY!") and made new friends while catching up with the old. We found teachers we liked (maybe even crushed on. Remember "baka!", Joy?) and teachers we detested ("So-and-so is so !@#$%^&*.")
(Oh, how saddening it is to see one of my besties go to the best class next year, leaving the rest of us PSSs.)


This is just a taste of life.
Bring out the whole dish, Mr. Chef, and let me dig in.

New Skin.

I got this skin (by fedora_girl) 'cause the old one didn't have:
1) Titles
2) Comments,
so I decided to go and look for a new skin.
Sorry, Joy, for making you do all that hard work for nothing!
But I've discovered I really hate seeing my comments down there on the tagboard, since they'll probably be washed away with the other tags, never to be seen again...
So.
Enjoy.

Skittles on the Street

SKITTLES ON THE STREET
inspired by a blogskin that I came across


Lips tainted pink,
gums bleeding red.
Oops, got caught chewing gum again.


Head's spinning with fractions,
equations and
the conclusionary statement:
So 'x' is therefore...?
Upon the chalkboard.


How should I know?! she wanted to shriek,
I never think well without my gum!
So out she was sent, into the hall,
made to lean against the cold brick wall.
{She would've given anything to be smarter.
Anything.}


Soon, she got tired; of what?
Of everything.
10:53 am
Delusioned&disillusioned (which is which?),
she ran out of Hell and chanced upon a convenience store.
10:55 am
No gum was sitting on the racks, she observed.
So instead, she paid for a bag of Skittles.
10:57 am


Munching happily, she strode back to school;
Feeling the Sun's warm smile on her.
Perhaps she would wait on the steps,
in case Mr. Abbetron poked his head out to check on her.


Something caught her eye.


A classic scene, a little boy was just (just) playing with his rainbow-striped ball,
which just (just) happened to roll out onto the street,
and he just (just) happened to go toddling after it.
And a truck was just (just) barreling around the corner towards the cliched scene.


Well, what could she do?


Her hand clenched around her half-finished bag of sweets, and she threw herself at the boy (Watch out!!!), just as the moving vehicle drove straight into her.


Hours later, the paramedics covered up the body with a piece of canvas, and with a relieved mother, drove back to the hospital. The police packed up their official-looking gear and left to report back to HQ.


A small hand, uncovered by the piece of blue canvas, lay upon the gravel road, an empty bag lying in its palm.


The rest of the street was strewn with bright, multi-coloured sweets, each with the letter 'S' printed on it.


Poor Mr. Brisley.
He's working overtime again.

Goodbye.

GOODBYE {by The Corrs}

I never thought one day you'd be gone
away forever more
No one could say, no one could explain
why you were taken.

Oh, where are you now?
Could I get there somehow?

(Chorus)
It's time to say goodbye,
Block out the sun and pack up the sky
Don't let my tears start to make you cry
each time I try to say my goodbye
Try to stop asking why...

Tell me it's true, tell me there's something more
Another time for love
One day I'll know, one day I'll be there
Will you be waiting?

Oh where you are now
Could I get there somehow?

(Chorus)


I really love this song. :DDDDDDDDD
Lately, I've been listening to CDs A LOT.
The Corrs: Dreams is currently my favourite.
OTHER GOOD SONGS BY THE CORRS:
-Radio
-Runaway
-Breathless
-Old Town
-Angel
and, of course, the hit single:
-Summer Sunshine!

Come to think of it, songs are just like poems too, aren't they?
Except, of course, they have the piped-in music.


Hard to say which one I like better.

P/S The violinist of The Corrs is the BOMB.

Writer's Block

WRITER'S BLOCK
for Joy, who helped me with this blogskin.

I am sitting here at the computer, tapping the keyboard industriously, only to have the words wiped out due to the lack of creativity and increasing sleepiness.


I am distracted by several things: the blinkblinkblink of that irritating line which appears after every typed word; the horribly sung Christmas carols over the radio; my now dead MSN conversation {the unseen; seems to be offline}.


I start to daydream.


It is raining.
{Heavily.}
When I came back from buying apple pies just now, I accidentally stepped in a puddle of water.
My new Rockport shoes are now soaked.
I wonder if the leather will crack.


I cannot think.
Christmas is around the corner, and the panic level is getting higher and higher.
I have only bought two Christmas presents so far.
How about you?


I'm surrounded by darkness.
Somehow, I seem to associate it with Happy Feet.
Is it due to their Midnight Black coats,
or perhaps the sea of black the theatre seems to be bobbing up and down in when the movie finally starts?


Writer's Block.
No Panadol can cure it.


Oh, hang on a moment.
I've written something.