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Emptied.
You know when you've achieved what you've always dreamed of, and then you feel an emptiness inside? Because you realise that you didn't want that in the first place. And you were so driven by that goal that you didn't stop and think about what you really wanted. And then the regrets come rushing in, knocking you over, sweeping you off your feet. Yeah. I hate that feeling. Okay, a debrief of the blackout. Hehe. Let's see. When there were lights yesterday, the sounds of the night couldn't be heard. Nada. When the lights went out, all sorts of strange alarms from cars and lifts and so on and so forth and screams and all other types of sterrrrrrrange sounds were heard by my ever defective ear (how can somebody ever hear 'nervous' as 'lovers'? I did). Without the light. It makes me think of why the guys in the middle ages(?) were to afraid of the dark. They considered the darkness as an enemy, I suppose, because they didn't know what was out there. And it totally makes me realise how much we people of modern technology cannot live without lights, especially at night. Because we're so accustomed to having lights at night, of which I wasn't even grateful of before, and we think that everywhere's just as bright as Singapore. Gah. Like wake up! There are places all over the world where you can't even see you own hand in the middle of a field at night! I so wanna see the Milky Way! Someone sponsor a trip for me to somewhere where you can see the milky way? And anyway, in the midst of the darkness, some of the lights came on. And did it ever feel like daylight. Hold on. So that means daylight is supposed to blind us already? No. Way. I don't wanna have another practically nation-wide blackout again. Don't read me wrong. Poignant memories bowling me over. And I've decided not to use the so-called 'word', 'oh' evermore. It's so redundant, makes you sound nonchalant, or bimbotic. To me. My opinion. What can I say? She's opinionated. I'm gonna go shoppeeeeng! Maybe. But I can't stop feeling excited. Because I've gone nuttttsssss. Not really. And also, I'm going to watch The Netherlands versus Portugal. I'm going to support The Netherlands. Goooooo Robbon! I really hope that the Netherlands win. I'm going to give them my utmost support. So I hope that Marc Overmars will be playing tomorrow morning also. And what's-their-names: well, all the good players in The Netherlands. Let's just hope the coach is wisened at this stage of the Euro2004. Advocaat. Bleahs. Cheerios!
Blackout. Pitch Black.
One minute report: There was a utter blackout at the area at my house. In my opinion, I thought the lights switched on a tad bit too fast. I wanted to play my piano, and then play the 'Moonlight Sonata' by Beethoven (who happens to be a German) and creep the people who's near to my house. Sounds fun eh? But too bad, the lights switched on too fast. But don't you say! I was thankful that the lights did come on. Hehe. I went to the window to scccccrrrrrrreeeeeaaaaaammmmmmmmm!!! Betcha no one heard me. A second before the blackout, I picked up my book to read and then. Yeah, you guessed it. And I love my new blog's layout. It's neater, more organised, more efficient looking, the archives are actually functioning...what more can I ask for? I have decided not to be too ambitious. The previous template was making my bored eyes water anyway. Cheerios!
Change.
My sister's blog is so much nicer than mine. And I did it. This shows that putting in too much work isn't too good for me. Therefore, I shall sink my dignity to the lowest hell and use blogger's templates. It doesn't look that bad. And I've decided to change my tag board. Too much rubbish there. So there.
BBC Quiz
Got this quiz's address from John's blog. Don't know about this renaissance crap, and it ain't very illuminating either. Gaggerton. You know who you are. Stop bugging me. I don't like you and I don't want you to like me. So there.
Insanity.
You know what? I hate it when people self-mutilate. It's stupid. It's gross. You're draining your life away from God. How asinine. And...niehehehe. Can't tell you how pleased I was when Netherlands won Sweden on penalties. Yessss. Yummy. I yelled and gestured at the darn TV set too many a times and I totally forgive Cocu for missing the penalty. Because Van der Sar saved the penalty after that. And where did Overmars disappear to? Strange. But anyway, The Netherlands won. And during the halftime I played the piano. Yes. In the middle of the night. But no one could hear. But I still played. Does Jesus Care Does Jesus care, when my heart is pained
Chorus
Does Jesus care when I've tried and failed
Does Jesus care when I've said "goodbye"
By Frank E. Graeff, 1860—1919
Soccer Talk [No.Infinity]
Gah. Greece won. I still and can't and will never believe it. GAAAAAHH!!! Today read a looong comment by this guy who frequents the sports column, and was he ever sarcastic! All the analogies and everything, and insulting England too many a times. When I heard that France lost/Greece won, I was thinking of those people who support France. If I watched that match, I would've been totally shocked too. But I didn't. Because I thought that France would win. And to make matters worse, Greece tied with Spain. And it's easy to win me over with penalty shoots. You know why I support Spain? Because they won Ireland in the penalty shoot. So I loved Casillas too. Because he was such a hero. Therefore, I support Portugal also. Although Portugal won Spain (I won't forgive them for that). And, Rudi Voeller threw in the towel and resigned as the coach of Germany. I really liked Rudi Voeller. I thought he was a good coach. Well. I really hope that The Netherlands will win. I like the Netherlands more than Germany. During the Germany vs Netherlands match, I was secretly supporting the Netherlands too. Because I like the way they play. Hail Van der Mars. Hail to the team. They must so win. And no, I don't like the coach. Advocaat. Bleahs. Went shopping today. Went to the sales. Hah. They call it sales. My idea of sales is that the ugliest items go on sales because no one wants them. So it's a ploy to make a person enter the shop and to fall in love with another thing that's not on sale. This theory works with French Connection. Yes, walk into the shop and try looking for the nicest-looking thing around. You'll get what I mean. Anyway, went to Mango. That's one place that -almost- everything is on sale. Bought a top and a skirt. Yummies. The queue was tragic. It was miles long. Maybe the branch I went to had the longest queue only. But boy, was it tragic! I must go shopping more and more often. Then I won't be so wound up. Yayness! Just heard the weirdest music drifting from the neighbour upstairs. It sounds strangely like the music that TVMobile plays in the morning when it's not replaying all their TV Shows for the umpteenth time. How creepy. Time to do my Physics homework. On a parting note: I don't see the link between Greece tying with Spain and France losing. And what Portugal winning Spain has to do with Rudi Voeller resigning.
Portugal and her Penalties
Sorry to all English fans, but I have to say this. Yesterday's match was so funn! Especially the penalty part. I can't tell you enough how much I love penalties. The sheer tension, the sheer excitement, to see the agony on the fans' faces. The one in the FIFA World Cup in which Spain vs Ireland or sth like that was awesome. Today's penalty kick was even better. The goalie for Portugal was so heroic man. He saved and he scored. What a guy. And right after the match, the English fan's faces were shocked. That's the most apt word. Hanging half open. My allegiance is with Portugal now. Gee, I change sides fast. But whatever. Make the darnedest best of everything. On the last parting note of the day: I can't live without Fazer chocolates. Yes. The ones from Finland. Yummies. More yummy than
Germany Lost.
I knew it! I knew Germany would lose! Yessssss! That's why I didn't watch the match. It's totally inevitable. They lost 2-1. Haha. Those Germans screwed up this summer. Well, time for a verrry rude wake up call. Two years ago, they were semi-finalists for the FIFA World Cup. Look at where they're now. -shrugs- I'd take this as a coup de grace. And for Spain too. If they happened to win or draw with Portugal, they'd meet with France, in which they'll be totally thrashed. Still rotting in the CompLab, surfing the net for FREE, eh Pam? Hehe. Shall enjoy myself here. And my tag board's has some shady characters. Very shady characters. If I everfind out who those darn shady characters are, I'm so going to castrate them. Female or Male. Kurt Nilsen won the World Idol. Expected. No shockers. Kelly Clarkson second. Expected. And...-LOL-The German idol was undeniably one of the worst.
State of Forgetfulness.
Heyhey. Shulsh. I forgot what I wanted to say. So I shall start on sth wayy different from what I intended to write. ... Oops. Forgot. My mind is a complete blank, with Friendster refusing to budge, with my handphone whacked...and everything going warped. Ohno. I have a huge headache coming. I can feel it. Sigh. Whatever. Ohyes. SarahLing from my primary school is going to Australia to see Amanda. You can't imagine how much I'm suffering here, Sarah...moanmoanmoan. It's so not fair mans. Wells. They'd better think of me every second they're there. Hmph! Anyway, I love doing holiday homework. It's my inspiration in life. I just can't wait to continue, or rather, start doing it. Hold on. I lost all my homework. YAAAAAYYY!!!
Regrets Unfound.
This is the day I regret sitting opposite Pamella. Rotting in the rotten computer lab doing some IT stuff. Photoshop is super fun. Can't manage to not screw one thing up. How asinine can I can? Learnt a new word today. Move your corpulent asses! Some link. And another. Just saving the links here. Delete later. And guess what? I have just met the most most patient guy in the whole wide world. Seriously. I'm not being sarcastic here. How nice. Funny definitions. Esp when I'm having a crisis with my Holiday HW.
Hear, Losers!
Article for the losers out there. You know who you are. What on earth is wrong with these people. The people belonging to the 'Hey-I-love-being-lame-and-hurting-and-I'm-jealous' society, also known as the society of do-no-gooders or the society of losers. They go around being absolutely nameless and cussing people, or spewing bad shit from their rotting brains. The worst is, they put their names in place of innocent others. What a society of losers. And although there's such a thing called freedom of speech, there're some who don't know the limitations of the freedom of speech. Sounding like an oxymoron? Well, grow up and wake up! There's a limit to everything. This stupid disease is like getting carried about people who don't want to have a decent life. A note of advice: get a life will you? And grow up dudes! On a parting note: Crapping backstage yesterday was super fun cansssss!
Superficiality.
Save me. Save me. Save me. My blog is super superficial. I'm just ranting on and on about the darn darn soccer which I can't even play, when so many others' lives are in a disarray. I just pray that God will set things right. I know God knows best. And I know he will give what's best for us all. Nada. Nothing else to say. Darlings, feel happier! Because God is there for you. Come to think of it, thank God for blessing me! Yes! Thank you God! -Jumps around and around and around in full jubilation of the God that loves me soo much-
Peeved.
I am superduper peeved. I am not going to support Germany anymore. What kind of playing is that man! They like totally tied with Latvia. Yes. Latvia, not Czech Republic. Can you like believe it? LATVIA. This is totally wrong man. This Euro2004 is like the underdogs surprisingly emerging from the ashes. Can't bring myself to say trash. Perhaps the Europeans' playing should be described as trash instead. France is still doing well. Tomorrow morning's match, Spain vs Portugal is going to be a life-and-death match. Spain ties or wins and they are guaranteed to go into the quarter finals. But even if they win or tie, they'll meet France, which is like kk--k--kk. Cutthroat. And Germany...I've given up man. They can't possibly beat the Czechs? (Yes I've decided that they're Czechs). Once Spain and Germany are kicked out, it's time for me to sleep throughout the whole competition. The whole thing loses meaning for me. Should I give the rest a chance? Perhaps. ARGHH!!! Sorry to those whom I've bored senseless ranting and ranting about Germany. It's so not worth it. Germany played like...zilch. Well, it's all in the will of God that Germany's run for the campaign will end shortly. Poor Germans. Poor Ballack. He played well and yet nothing comes of it. Now I know the feeling of a stick in one's craw. Blankness has registered upon me. I have nothing to say. Hold on. Yesterday I read the fanfiction that Annaling posted the URL on her blog, that was recommended by Subee. I totally Lurrrve it! That's a nice consolation. I finished reading it in two hours. The URL.
Vacation Dreams.
#1 Big big joke of the day A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked,
Another of those political jokes. Wa. Ha. Ha. Corny or what. I just took a liking to it, because I don't exactly fancy George Bush. My brain is in a state of listlessness. The other day I was trying to open the letter box, I couldn't turn the key. So I called my sister to turn the key, because the lock could be a little disagreeable sometimes. After like 7 minutes of turning and twisting and what-have-yous. Frustrated, I yanked the key out of the lock and voìla! What did I see? That I'd inserted the key into the wrong lock. How asinine. Anyway, I am so devastatingly sad. I can't watch the Germany vs Czech Rep match because I have church the next day. Nevermind! I can watch the highlights of the match anytime. I just pray and pray that the Germans will win the Czechies? What do you call the Czech Republik People? Czech Repbulicans? Czechs? Just wondering. Don't have any more anecdotes or what-call-yous today. So tired. And my piano playing is not emerging from the ashes at all. It's still shabby. It still needs polishing. It needs a lot of work. So does my holiday homework. Ah. I have so many things to touch up on. So little time, so much to do. What a cliché. Another one. Wished I learned Core Geography. Hehe. Core. I didn't know it was called core geography until someone told me—am I that uluated from...core?
See them all here
Sighs. Dreamily.
Totti is nuts.
How barbaric. Howhow awful. How can Totti, who has been kicking the football for how long and yet he does this at an international league. Flabbergasted.
Soccer Talk. [No.5]
Spain and Greece tied. And honestly, the game was extremely boring, although I didn't fall asleep. Morientes finally did something effective, and I didn't see much of Casillas, and the only time I was him so many times on the telly was when he'd let in the goal by Charisteas. Sigh. Why is that since I started watching the matches, my favourite teams have started tieing with the opposing team? Perhaps I shouldn't watch? Whatever. And, when I watched the match, there was a queer consistency in Greece. It's like, I would expect Greece to do this move and they do it. The Spanish are revolving around the Greeks who, to my utter horror, can play good man! Time for discrimination: I still think Spain shouldn've have won. Look at me! Prince William's cousin speaking here! So listen to me ya'll! Spain should have definitely won. And I have realised that the Spanish team has included a lot of young guns recently. So many of them are young, like 20 years of age. And this guy, Joaquim (pronounced as Yo-ah-quim) is rather good you know? But Raul still rules. He's the guy with sportsmanship extraordinaire. Germany's game was still more entertaining. I guess the Dutch bring out the best in them. Haoshibai! Sorry, listened to too much Beachboys. And as expected, Portugal beat Russia. No biggie. The biggie is Greece. Their Euro2004 campaign is going on really well! Never in the world have I heard of the Greece team being good. Boo! I now totally hope that
I've been so slacking mans. Homework lost (seriously speaking) and homework recovered undone. Gotta go. Homework calls.
Soccer Talk. [No.4]
Diaryland is not working. Germany and Netherlands have kicked up a tie. How bad can these two things get? But the match was funny. The two goals that were scored by both teams were extremely humorous. Haha! I love Torsten Frings. Remember that name. He scored a freak goal that I've seen only once. Way cool. I love Germany. -Yummies! And Van Nisterooij was like doing a move that you'd usually see in an ice skating competition with a German guy whose name I forgot, and he scored a goal. And then Nisterooij scrambled from under the German who was atop him on the field when they landed after their ice-skating move (I didn't say that they were professionals) and ran like mad because he was sooo happy. Boo. And I didn't know that Schweinsteiger was such an awesome threat. Yesssss!!! And Kevin Kuranyi is an runny as curry. I don't like him. In all, the match was entertaining man! Furthermore, it was in sweltering heat, for the Europeans who were totally used to playing their cooler climate. Nicenice. Am so going to watch Spain vs Greece. Spain will sooo win, hopefully. And I so wanna Praise the Lord! Thank God for the selfless people in the Christian ministry! Thank God Thank God Thank God! I so wanna hugg them! I'm so happy for God and them! Cheerios. On a parting note: I so want to watch Discovery Channel Travel and Adventure.
Haoshibai.
Hao Shi Bai. Hao Shi Bai. Oh My Darling, don't You Cry! Italy tied with Denmark. GTH. I am so annoyed already, and thanks to Italy, I dislike anything that has to do with -----------. Piss me off. Ooh disgusting phrase. What a totally disgusting phrase. Whatever whatever whatever. I am going to watch Germany vs Netherlands today. I am so scat. Out of my wits. I hope they'll win.
Unbelievable No.3
Okay. Time to let the shock flow out. I'm so shocked that the same guy scored in a matter of less than 3 minutes! Gracious. Kudos to Zidane. That's all. Bye honeys.
Unbelievable No.2
France won 2-1. Both goals in injury time. This one-second report is brought to you by Melissa.
Unbelievable No.1
Look at this awfully awesome picture!!! Especially with the German flag in front. Muacks! *But where's Spain?
Anyway, Portugal's loss is a heartbreaker to me. Nope, I didn't kiss Ronaldo's face on the TV but still it's not nice to see people sad, although I have this distinct impression that thoes football players there are pretty good actors. Just a wandering thought. Why can't Brazil conveniently shift their butts over to Europe so that I can see them dancing their samba stuff on the field? Whyyyy? I'll even sacrifice Germany losing the competition! No offence, darling Germany. But anyway, I can't wait for the Italians to play, and the Germans too. I saw this picture of this guy who lifted up his shirt. And does he ever need a suntan. Go get a suntan man! A fake one will do fine! Okay. Let me rearrange my thoughts about the Euro04. Let's see. Spain is going on well. Cheerios to the Spainiards. Germany vs Netherlands. Let's just say...it's all for the best. I will never ever care if Netherlands is left biting Germany's dust. But I will weep tears of sorrow for my darling if they lose. My fingers will be crossed so hard on Tuesday, 15 June, until maybe when I emerge from watching too much Schwarz-Rot-Gold on screen my fingers might remain permanently crossed. And it'll serve as a reminder of my undying love for Germany. Okay. Italy vs Denmark. Goodness. Gracious. Me. I just realised that there's Spain vs Greece. And with the Greek defeating the reportedly irrepressible Portugese, I have a new reverence for them. I've gotten down to having a significant trembling in my toes when someone mentions the Greeks. Not really. But I'll also be crossing my fingers until the Spanish wins. Oh, no. By the time the whole competition ends my fingers will be as wiry looking as a wiry wire. Oh, back to the tanned Italians. My sunburned, Ferrari/Porsche/Lambourghini-driving heroes. The apples of my eyes. The honey in my hair. The saliva in my mouth. The dirt beneath my feet. The eyeballs in my eye sockets. The...okay. Enough is enough. But I really, sincerely, hope that the Italians will make a lengthier appearance throughout the Euro04. And on tonight's attraction: England vs France. Oh how I wonder. I have this secret feeling that Fr will win. No! Don't kill me. I'm just being practical. But basing it on yesterday's Por vs Gre match, I really can't say much about this match now. It feels like it's totally unpredictable. But I can't say how much love/dislike Trezeguet. If I'm really not wrong, he's the one who ruined Real Madrid's chances of winning the Champions' League. But as much as I wanna dislike him, I really can't say that I dislike him because he's rather good, you know? Ahh whatever. But I shall reiterate on this point again: I don't like seeing people sad on the field, it makes me feel sad with them. The thing I really, really dislike is seeing people acting sad. It makes me laugh at them. I suppose they want people to laugh at them too. Why should I not comply? And, All Blacks beat the Roses 36-3 or sth like that. But I shall forgive the English Roses. There's no Jonny Wilkinson so why bother to bother about the lousy score? But seriously. Whatonearth is wrong with the English? They won the Rugby champs for goodness sake. They'd better show why they deserved to win. Not how why managed to win because of Jonny Wilkinson. Then if dear darling is unavailable then how will the team fare? They'd better buck up, because I'd rooted so hard for the darling Roses and now they show what they're made of? They'd better show what they're really made of next time. Oh, but why didn't darling dear play? I shall find out. The second kiss of the day, darlings! On a pleasant parting note: The bloody Roses better buck up. That wasn't too pleasant.
This is the true Melissa.
How come so many people are doing this? But anyway, being the copycat that I am, I decided to do this. As you can see, I'm so 'intelligent' that I'm doing this. Sarcasm extraordinaire. Bye Darlings.
Watchables.
Ok ladies and gentlemen! Let me list out who I'm watching out for in the Euro 2004. Firstly it's because of...
Okay. Today was okay. Went to the Gucci boutique because they had a sale. Ohgosh. Everything's awesome in there. Saw this Hermes Birkin lookalike that costs ten times cheaper. But it was still nice. Awesomeness to the largest extent. Shopping extravaganza. And sightseeing extravaganza, although Orchard didn't have much...sightseeing memorabila. Okay. I suppose there's nothing else, because the rest of my talkings can be considered as crap, because it's all my obseravtions and extremely extremified descriptions. Alright. Kisses, darlings.
The odyssey in MP.
Hey honeys. Today was superduperfun. Haha. Went to the MPCL to meet Pamella, to research for the ChemProj, which was totally fruitful because firstly the basketball court was just opposite the top level, and there were guys playing there. Woohoo! Sightseeing extravaganza! But anyway, that's beside the point, it was fruitful because I did all the work eh, Pam? But anyway, I totally loathe cheap chocolate sauce. It's runny and it tastes awful. Today it ruined my shorts. And we had to go around the mall looking for the blasted toilet which was sooooo exclusive. Curse the chocolate! Anyway, I have gotten a nicenice whack from the swinging 'doors' at the cold storage, if you'd call that doors at all. I was trying to look..elegant by pushing the door with all my might, and not counting on the fact that the doors would come swivelling back at a terrifying speed. So I attempted to stop the doors with my hand and here comes the whack. A nice, resounding whack. Thanksalot. Cheerios peeps. P.S. I'm questioning my national identity. However, I will never question two things: my sexual and spiritual identity. Ohgosh don't let the immigration people fire me and exile me from Singapore. But I wonder, with the olympics coming up, whether I will feel prouder if the Singapore flag is up or *another country's* flag is up. Just wondering.
Blahs.
Ohmygoodness. Okay. Firstly, I don't want to appear as if I'm desperate to blog, because I blogged three times today, which is soo...to the max kind of thing. But anyway, I have discovered the wonder of a radio station going to the web, or being available online. How I love overseas radio stations! So many different tpyes of genres, or whatever you call it! It's totally amazing! Can someone tell me the negative side of an online radio? I don't want to get addicted to it. On the very last and final parting note: I really, really, really want Germany to win. Don't let the host country literally run the entire show! Nononono! Germany! You must think of the love others have for youuuu! Tralala~ Muacks peeps. Don't worry, because I know I can't resist the computer tmr and I'll blog again. And I wasn't lying about the 'very last and final parting note', but I have another parting note. I'm so elated, happy, joyous...because I have seen the guy I haven't seen since I was born! Okay, I was exaggerating! But you can't even feel how delighted I am because, to be honest, I really missed him, although I don't know his name, but he's like something that's a regular in my mornings, and he was gone for a very, very long time. But that's beside the point, he looked really...good. Ohgosh, that's an understatement. Actually he looked normal but he looked cute in his own way. I've got the swoonies! Okay, I know I don't make sense, and that was a very long parting note. Ignore me. I'm going batty. Ohmygosh. Was I gushing about a guy up there? Because I can't believe I did that. But I did that. So that means I did gush about a guy. I must do that on a regular basis so that my..um, hormonal level will be regulated and I'll be as normal as a
A Love Before Time.
Love Before Time If the sky opened up for me,
As the earth reclaims it due
If the years take away
Lit by the love we have
When the forest turns to jade
When we shed our earthly skin
It's so poetically literaturic. That didn't make any sense, but I still like the way they wrote the song.
Elegance stupefied.
Whatever that was in the previous entry about elegance totally ignore it. It doesn't really make sense to me, and it's a little superficial. To me. But don't ignore the 'I Love Germany' part! If you don't get what I mean...
I'm totally misusing the entire marquee thing. I think maybe by the time one's finished staring at this thing they'll go bonkers. But nevermind! I have attempted to set some things right in my blog. Like the time. Look down there! It's functioning! Isn't it totally amazing? I'm sosososo excited. Whatever. And to set, no, to declare the ultimate thing...
Cheerios peeps, and remember to lurrrrrrve Germany when you watch Euro, because I know ya'll are going to do just that!
Madame Deriaux's Sayings.
Being beautiful is no guarantee of happiness in this world.
What is Elegance?
Taken from the book 'Elegance', by Kathleen Tessaro. Trying sth out. Hehe.
Shriek 2
Just watched this 'Shrek 2'. Gotta say, I love Dreamworks a lot. The way they pay so much attention to every detail of their animation...especially the guy's butt. Oh for goodness sake. Haha, the only good part of Charming is his butt. The rest turns people off man! But actually, the human Shrek wasn't that bad either...I mean his butt. Haha. So call me Miss Criticalisticness. Haha. But the show wasn't that awesome, but it was jammed with funny stuff. Esp. the last part where they sang 'Livin La Vida Loca', or however you spell it. ANd when the roll-my-tongue Puss starts giving the 'pity me' look. Oh, how much I wanna kick its twitching nose. Ahh, this is so not for people who've not watched this show. Anyway, still living in the glorious years of Germany's triuphant victory for 3 to 4 times out of 12. It's amazing. Lalala. How much I love them. Anyway, I'm slightly agog because we're going ice-skating sometime later, next week. And I finally have a HUGE break from all the vibes I'm just feeling from so many things. It was like some blitz. I tell you, I'm going to retire when I'm 50. And I'm going to Alaska, or some glamorously coldish place to pretend that I'm hard-to-get and live half my other life there, catching salmon. Sounds fab huh? Like totally boring. But I tell you, have you ever heard of the Rhine River? The one that runs through Germany? Googoogaga. It was an awesome river. Look what industrialization has done to most parts of it. Some days I feel like cursing industrialization. But then it dawned on me then that I wouldn't be able to irritate people by showing them stuff that's Made in Germany. Gemacht in Deutschland. I'm so bloody proud of it. Ahhh!!! Messmessmess. I suppose that's a thwarted way of showing why people can't live without industrialization. *I'm not sure the whole thing is supposed to be called 'industrialization' at all so forgive me for my ignorance, or...lack thereof. Haha. Cheerios peeps. No more environmental articles for me. I haven't started writing one and I'm exhausted already. Kudos to the environmentalists. Now I appear as completely mental. I'm got the blue funkies! Not that it's sth to rejoice abt. But it sounds so funkaaaay!!! Ohmygosh. I'm mentaller than mental. Ok the most final finale of today's entry: Pamela thinks that I love CHS guys. That is so not true. So stop thinking that way! Boo! My com has contracted a virus
Dawn of the Euro 2004
I have woken up, and realised that the EURO 2004 is coming. And I tell you, Germany is so not going to win. Look at all the losses they have made. 0-3 to some ulu country. Hello! Germany! Wake up or I'll kick your asses! Or else they might really not win. But for your information, Germany won the most times. Just look at this picture! I don't really hope to see 'this' happening this year. Not that I'm cursing the team, but if they really don't buck up, it's kiss the trophy goodbye. But there's this quiet hope inside of me...but perhaps Spain will be the winner? Alright then! I love Spain too! Was I like the commentator of reviewer or what? Ah whatever. Go GERMANY!!! Love ya, love ya, love ya! Don't disappoint me by being the first team to drop out. But I can't say I'll faint if they do because if they do...then what'll I do??? Ah whatever. OhfortheloveofMelissa. My sister loves watching Barney. I think she can just tape the thing and watch it thousands of times. If she ever dares to do that...my brain will explode from too much Barney exposure. But before that I suppose I'll throw the tape recorder out of the window. I know there's this place in NY or USA by the name of Barney, which is rather...known, I'd say. Everytime I see the name...I'd think of something revoltingly purple. Perhaps I should change my email to ihatebarney@ilovebarney.com. Tell me about it. Gotta chug faster than a bullet train. I'm going to be so late for my class. =O (roaring)
Teen-life Crisis
Can anyone suffer from teen-life crisis? Because I think I am. Suffering from it, that is. Mid-Life Crisis
Why can't anybody sing this 'Who is the girl with the crying face....'? How I love melody fair...or however you spell it. Ohgeezer. I feel so sad. Thrown into the deepest of malaise. Will I ever get out? Will I? Tell me? Oof. Someone ask me to shutup.
Hazardous Substances.
Oh gosh, Pam. I think you're right. All these hazardous stuff are really bad for my innocent being. Really, really, bad. Save me. I tell you, Friendster is so going to rip out the impatience out of me. I can't believe I'm even spending time on there. Anyw, I went to EH today. I love it. Nothing more, nothing less. The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfilment of that hope never entirely removes.
Anyway, I think I should s-m-i-l-e more. Or else my permanent name should be Miss I-Hate-Your-Face-Look. Perhaps. Wouldn't that be fun? Sometimes I love being caustic, but I suppose it's really bad, as a Christian. But still...rarrl. Whatever. What on earth should I doooooo!!! I have so many things to do.
Ohmygosh. I've never been soo disappointed in my whole entire life. Not referring to the incident above. I feel like my heart's thumping like hard against my ribcage. When will it ever fall out, I wonder. Like blood's getting to my face. Like a vessel's going to pop. You are an utter disgrace to the entire humankind, you neanthernal, or however you spell it. I so wanna gorge out your...getting a little graphic here. Whatever. I'm never, ever, going to talk to you again. Not in a million, billion, trillion, zillion, gadzillion years. BOO TO YOU. Okay. So I was angry. I still am. I have to stop this. My holiday homework and everything else is beckoning me to come to them. I feel a surge of love for Germany. When will this ever endd? I hope it won't. Cheerios.
Love for blogging.
Goodness. I love blogging. It's like relishing the feel of your office desktop after clinching a new job. It's like...you know. Did I tell anyone lately how much I LOVE READING books that are super witty and funny? Whoohoos! I finished reading so many books I've borrowed from JCL, which is totally fulfilling. I feel like I'll shortchange the whole notion of reading just by attempting to describe it. So I shall not do it, for the time being. I read this paragraph about this girl who loved being in a bookstore...
Rawness hits me hard.
It ain't nice feeling like you've been dragged along on a horribly sandy and rocky road. Your skin gets worn off and you feel raw. Yoyo. I have absolutely no interest in blogging right now, and I suppose temporarily. It's like what Joanne says. I just feel so bored. Nothing to talk about. So not fun. Btw, watched the day after tomorrow. I loved it. I don't care. Everything looked fairytaley and unrealistical. Like a winterland. Like Germany's Garmisch Parkirchen, if I spelled it correctly. Swoonswoonswoon. Whut's wrong with me mans. I cannot craft anymore phrases in my mind. I have no more inspirations. Stop bugging me. Anyway, I love JCL? It's so neewwwww and lovely. And I also love that place. And frankly, getting to see sth twice, consecutively for two days ain't a bad thing. Especially when that 'sth' has a nice rear. Haha. Gee, the abstract artist at large again. My entry today and a few days' back is uber abstract. Bye, my lovelies.
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me `Melissa `God `VJC `19 Apr 1989 `Music, my life `Studies, my bane `It's been 23576565 days since this was updated
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