OH
MY
FATHER’S
GOAT.
:DDDD
Hooked on: Boys Like Girls – Contagious
Boys Like Girls ft Taylor Swift - Two Is Better Than One
Boys Like Girls - She's Got A Boyfriend Now
Yeah I know a lot of Boys Like Girls songs right? But what to do, they’re all so nice. (: If someone gives me their Love Drunk album for Christmas I will be VERY VERY HAPPY and I promise to remember them when I’m famous.
Awww. :)
Ian and Pei She’s birthday at Ian’s place yesterday. Was okay lah, but didn’t take any pictures cause no picture-taking feeling.
On Wordsmith, I discovered this REALLY REALLY useful word:
comstockery
PRONUNCIATION:
(KOM-stok-uh-ree, KUM-)
MEANING:
noun: Overzealous censorship of material considered obscene.
ETYMOLOGY:
After Anthony Comstock (1844-1915), founder of the New York Society for the Suppression of Vice. He crusaded against anything he considered immoral. Nothing escaped his wrath -- even anatomy textbooks for medical students and the draping of mannequins in public view in shop windows were obscene to him. He lobbied for laws against mailing any material that could be perceived as promoting immorality.
He was appointed postal inspector and he seized books, postcards, and other materials by the boatload. He boasted that he had arrested more than 3,000 people and driven more than 15 to suicide. George Bernard Shaw coined the word comstockery after him when he attacked the American production of Shaw's play "Mrs. Warren's Profession".USAGE:
"The language and thought police are hardly some Orwellian invention; America has been unusually susceptible to plagues of Comstockery and self-righteous tomfoolery."
Jon Newlin; Well, Shut My Mouth; Times-Picayune (New Orleans, Louisiana); Oct 13, 1996.
Okay lah, this guy was really OTT but doesn’t something else come to mind? *coughMalaysiacough*
You think all my friends are crazy
And I know you hate my car
But well I don't drive a Mercedes
Would it be that hard
To just give me one more minute
This story's far from finished
We could now run it off the pages
I'm feelin’ sick girl you're so contagious
Just wanna say I miss you
I caught it when I kissed you
And I've been through all the stages
I'm feelin’ sick girl you're so contagious
I'm feelin’ sick girl you're so contagious
Wheeee!
PS: Thank you, Sean. :)
I, Louise Tan, have got a confession.
See the thing is.
I’m soft-hearted. I’m so terribly soft that I can’t really bring myself to seriously curse people even when I’m so angry that I’m purple in the face and steaming at the ears.
I’m so soft-hearted that I cannot become a doctor. If I have to give the patient a simple immunization jab, I will spend 20 whole minutes apologizing to the patient for what I am about to do/just did to him.
Well. Unless you’re my younger brother lah. Then very sorry for you. :)
But that’s not the real confession.
See the thing is.
I’M SO SOFT-HEARTED I CANNOT WATCH HORROR MOVIES.
Or even those movies like Spiderman, no horror but still damn alotta violence, cannot watch. I have to cover my eyes. Cover eyes and ears not enough, have to leave the room.
I can NOT understand how you guys can watch human beings whack up other human beings without wincing or flinching. I mean it’s acting la dohh. BUT IT LOOKS SO REAL. And that’s the POINT of a movie right?
The last time I watched a horror movie (it was a double date, so it was a 3/4 majority vote for the horror movie =__=) I had to leave the cinema before the film was even halfway through. Ex-boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing at me.
Yes, Little Miss Kiamsiap left the film and wasted RM5 cause she was too scared to watch the rest. And just so you know, it was a Stephen King novel adaptation! Stephen King, the bestselling horror writer! His NOVELS are enough to give me nightmares. David forced me to read It, and the night I finished It I was too scared to go near the bathroom sink to brush my teeth. Let alone watch one of his movies.
Now STOP LAUGHING.
And when I watch horror movies at home right, my family laughs at me cause I keep ducking into my room every time the scary background music comes on. I miss up to 50% of the film every time.
So what does poor lil’ Louise do whenever she hears about a good horror movie? Which she die also want to know about?
She goes and reads the synopsis on Wikipedia.
=______________= yeah I know, damn pathetic right. I did that for all the Final Destination movies, The Amityville Horror, The Hills Have Eyes, the Saw movies, The Coffin, The Orphan and… You get the picture. I dunno the ending, not gonna be able to sleep. Know the ending, lagi more cannot sleep. But what to do, curiosity killed the cat. I’m not a cat, so it must be okay. Right?
ANYWAY.
So my family wanted to watch Silence of the Lambs yesterday and YES that counts as horror because of all the blood and guts. Plus it was billed as one of the Best Movies of All Time, so yeah. AND wiki-ing the synopsis beforehand was the ONLY way I could have sat through the whole thing. And I think I ruined the film for my mom cause whenever she tried to guess what would happen next, I’d tell her, “No lah, the guy won’t die lah. The other guy dies instead. THAT guy gets his face eaten.”
Haha.
MY POINT IS.
THIS MOVIE IS AWESOME.
What the hell, I took damn long to say it. But I just had to tell you about my horror movie phobia, yeah. :)
It was produced in 1991 so it’s quite an old movie. It’s a psychological thriller about Clarice Starling, a young FBI trainee, who seeks the advice of the imprisoned Hannibal Lecter on catching a serial killer known only as "Buffalo Bill".
This isn’t your cheap horror movie that everyone forgets about two hours after they watch it. It stays with you for ages and leaves this super big imprint on your brain. Maybe it won’t make you scared enough to sleep with the light on, but it’s pretty darn thrilling.
The film won the top five Academy Awards: Best Picture, Best Actress, Best Actor, Best Director and Best Screenplay. If that’s not enough to get you off your butt and heading to the DVD shop, then boy you have sucky taste in movies. The scene where Hannibal Lecter escapes from prison is the stuff of nightmares. And YES, I watched that part! From between my fingers.
Screw Hannibal (the sequel to this one), this is the real thing. Our whole family just stoned there when the credits started to roll, too stunned to move. Pure awesomeness.
You haven’t watched it? Go watch!
You watched already? Good for you!
You watched halfway and chickened out? HAHAHA GO FINISH WATCHING IT.
Me, I’m gonna watch it again.
YES I’M GONNA WATCH IT AGAIN. Watch until I can repeat the whole movie for you by heart. Make you have nightmares of Dr. Hannibal Lecter. HAHA. This is one movie worth pissing in your pants for. If you’re a worse sucker for horror movies than I am lah.
Edittt
Right after publishing this I clicked on Pei She’s blog, and saw one sentence there. Can scream.
I am alone in the office. The air con and the fan are NOT on, because it’s been a cold day. It’s past midnight now. And since 11pm, there’s been this cold breeze on the top of my head. Like somebody’s breathing on it.
Or something.
This brings to mind the movie Hock Eu was watching last weekend, the Jack Neo production: Where Got Ghost?
I’ll tell you where got ghost.
Top of my head got ghost. And it’s dancing there!
Don’t tell me the freaking ghost month is still on.
I need Mun Heon’s dad!!!
OH TUHANKU.
SO CUTE! :D
SO….
Me.
O.O
Suddenly I feel like drawing stikmen again. Yes, STIKMEN. Not flowers. I only draw stikmen when I’m feeling happy.
Not that I haven’t felt happy for a long time, but I just haven’t had the inspiration. And I haven’t had the inspiration in aaaages. The last time was when I did the class page.
Soooo anybody have anything they want me to doodle on? x)
Tomorrow’s game plan: back to work. YES. I’m going to get my butt back on the study chair. See if I don’t!
Today has been such a huge emotional roller coaster.
Hock Eu told me to go jogging and clear my head. But now it’s raining and I’ve got the effin’ period cramps. Maybe, just maybe, hormones are why I’m feeling so crappy. But to prove that it’s not, I’m making a real effort to get over myself. Mind over body. And then I went and talked to Elyssia too. Lucky me that I did.
And you know WHAT?
SCREW IT.
YES I may be naive. YES I’ve grown up pretty much sheltered, insulated in my little bubble of perfection so that I hardly know the problems of the real world.
YES I know that I have no idea how hard it’s going to be to change the world but so bloody what, I still believe that I can. Your (and I’m speaking to more than one person here) opinion doesn’t matter. Because for every Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein and every rags-to-riches real-life story this out there, there were (and are) a billion more dreams that were quashed because of people like you.
I am not going to view my optimism as a PROBLEM. I am not going to translate it into “ a naivety that has to be fixed”.
I am going to see it as my greatest strength.
A lot of my self-worth went down the drain today. But you know what?
I’m going to get OVER this. And here’s my aha! moment:
Only a pessimist could see
optimism as a bad thing.
So somebody tell me why I’m even bothering being upset?
Hell yeah. *emulates Pink* Nananana nanana nananana nana.
I really really want to go and sleep! But I CAN’T nap in the afternoon, or I’ll end up being stuck in a late night–sleepy day cycle.
And yet I really really really need to sleep.
Shut up okay. You’ve got to have better willpower than that.
But what can I do to keep me awake?!
You can stay right here and treat yourself to a niceeeee long internet session seeing as you’ve been very good and restrained yourself from blogging for more than a week. *sighs with content*
That’s encouraging my internet addiction!
Go call up a friend and chat.
No credit. I only have RM0.67 and I lost the RM30 reload ticket my dad got me. Joy.
Little Miss Scatterbrain you are. And DON’T stick your fingers into your eye!
It’s swollen, and it itches! It’s just begging to be scratched, come on!
I don’t give a -
And just so you know, it’s swollen cause I had to get up at 4am to STUDY ADD MATHS AND CHEMISTRY!!! And I’m TIRED! And I nearly went nuts in the add maths exam. So, cut me some slack, pretty please?
My heart bleeds.
But I’ve got chemistry tuition tonight. I need to be able to focus.
I don’t care. Just don’t sleep. Go practice maths or something. Or go exercise, work off all those Mars Bars you snacked on.
Mmmmmmmm Mars Bars.
HEY.
Okay! But I couldn’t have had THAT many. Only one yesterday… Oh and one on Sunday… And… Oh dear.
And remember all those lattes you drank together with them?
*Gasps* YES, YES. OH MY GOD. I’M GOING TO GET FAT AND OBESE AND NOBODY’S GONNA LOVE ME AND I'MMA DIE LONELY. *bursts into hysterical tears* And my Sejarah and add maths are screwed too! MY FUTURE IS GONE! This is the end of my life. Fare thee well, comrads, conspirators and calculators. All for one and one for all. *hic* May the pi be with you. Amen.
*In disgust* OKAY OKAY. Go sleep if that will shut you up. Mamma mia.
YAY. :) But now I don’t feel so sleepy. Omgwtfchappatiandchips. I think I need antipsychotic medicine. Yay for Chemistry.
*Groans.*
Yep.
SASA Interview @ HELP UC, 8.30am
Met Livia, Shaun, Ying Xin, Eng Hean and Michelle, in that order. Also ran into some old primary school friends. And I’m really proud of myself for not freaking out! Even though I was the first one in and I’d hardly prepared, I talked a lot and I DID NOT babble and be wayyyy too TMI like I usually tend to be. I DID NOT FREAK OUT.
Well. Seeing as I’d already freaked out the night before.
After the sessions were over I met the people from the 12.30pm session – Kai Boon, Dik Sheng, Sui Lun and Tristan. And I even ran into Adeline!!
The world is shrinking.
My fingers are not going to be uncrossed for the next four weeks.
ANYWAY.
The other day I accidentally managed to translate my blog into CHINESE. And the result had me gawping at the screen, if not rolling on the floor laughing.
LE ORIGINAL.
LE TRANSLATION.
Not funny enough? Go read the last post before this, the one where Jie Cong called me up to tell me about the SASA Interview.
Pay attention to the part where I tell him “screw you”.
Ready?
Click to enlarge.
HAHA!
And just for laughs I went and translated Yuee Sun’s blog.
The Chinese are amazing. Click below to see what they translated “ya right” to.
HAHAHAHA.
Well even if you don’t find it funny, I do!
It got translated through this website called Google Translate. They allow you to translate to a wide range of languages including Estonion, Tagalog, Japanese, Korean, French, Spanish, and even Afrikaans.
So go translate your friend’s blogs into Arabic and have fun while at it!
And just for fun, here is the SHIT scene from my blog again… In Swahili.
On that note, I bid you goodbye for the next two weeks in lieu of the coming trials.
:)
HIATUS.
Last Wednesday I was waiting for my Chinese tuition teacher to turn up when I got a call on my cell. Thinking it was the tuition teacher calling to cancel class I picked up the phone and drawled (yes! I drawled!) -
(Drawl: 1. to say or speak in a slow manner, usually prolonging the vowels.)
“HELLO.”
And then this dude with a really serious tone told me I’d been selected for the SASA scholarship interview, which I’d applied for. Whoops. Definitely not my Chinese tuition teacher.
I got a shock and sat up and took down the details and stuff. And I even asked some stupid questions in order not to seem so… Stupid.
And then he goes, “Are you from BRATs?”
Oh dear.
“You know who am I?” *and here he sounded not so serious. This dude was SMILING on the other end of the line.*
“Uh…”
“I’m Jie Cong!”
“Ohhmygod screw you.”
And I didn’t mean it lah. I was just so… Relieved that it was someone I knew that I just said the first thing on my brain. Yes, I do wierd things when I’m in periods of emotional tension.
So expect me to be doing a lot of weird things tomorrow before my interview.
Then I found out that Jie Cong had done the same thing to all the friends he’d called. =___= he must have had fun.
I was going to say, with an interview on tomorrow, it’s the absolutely WRONG time to come down with a sniffling cold and to have trials around the corner. Want us to die ah?
:(
Lit class ended at 2.30pm. I was home by 3.00pm.
Have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE Bulan Ramadan? :D
On the phone with Elyssia. She’s full of the lamest Chemistry jokes.
Q: Why do chemists call helium, curium and barium the medical elements?
A: Because if you can't helium or curium, you barium!
Got mole problems? Call Avogadro at 602-1023.
Oh, screw Pn. Phang.
PS: Study groups, anybody? :/
