Friday, September 30, 2005
i read a booklet published by smu gourmet club, and chanced upon an absolutely meaningful and cute phrase: "strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands, and eat just only one of the pieces."
the venezia ice-cream branch at singapore art museum is spectacularly beautiful. the decor and ambience made my maiden visit an unforgettable one. pretty pretty.
i abhor (get it right, it's 'abhor', not just merely 'hate' or 'dislike') people who incessantly use the following words while chatting or blogging: "shoo", "iish", "euu", and that exasperating 'double i' syndrome (for example, the word 'singapore' is spelt as 's
iingapore').
not to end my rant yet, since i'm hot on this topic, i cannot stand people who model after peevish cyndi wang!! read: attempting to open their eyes so big that their eye balls can fall off any minute. to add fuel to fire, they also feign innocence perpetually.
oh, and do you know that the common conversing media amongst them are mandarin and dialects (prevalently, hokkien)? they use these languages twenty-four-seven, even in front of their non-chinese acquaintances. that's also a form of racism. (and boy, singapore's very concern about racism currently right? start from these fatuous girls!!)
who, you ask, might these subjects of animosity be? this type - i understand that not all cheenafied girls are like how i described - of doltish cheenafied girls in secondary schools!! i loathe them and they fiddle with my last nerve every time i see one. a group of them could very possibly trigger an uncontrollable fury.
the most unfortunate thing is that, i was roused to write this entry by a blog belonging to someone quite close to me. she fits theabovestated description exactly. i might just boycott her the next time i see her. the simple reason being, i wouldn't want to inflict any injury, be it emotional or physical, on her.
this sms threw me into a rage: "hey. i can't make it for the project meeting today because i've got a medical appointment at 10.30am. very sorry."
LIKE WHAT THE HELL? i told YOU the day before that the meeting's at 10AM!! don't tell me your doctor appoinment was made at the eleventh hour!!
totally crap. stinking skank!! i figured using the bimbotic american tone would help me extinguish the fire in me by a little. and it
like totally worked!! (:
i'm done with ranting. but whatever i wrote truly reflects how i feel and what i believe in.
at the ntuc supermarket...
promoter:
(in mandarin) try this new fish fillet. very nice!
michaela: *ponders after some time*
(in english) how long is it?
promoter:
(in english) quite small. *turns to my mother*
(in mandarin) is she japanese?
hurhur. mitch said that we are the 'exotic tweenies'!! she's the 'german-thai' twin, and i am the 'japanese-chinese' twin. (:
oh yes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVOURITE UNDER-16 BOY!! it's his 15th birthday today. (:
&
hush pretty pink lady ;
at 10:02 pm
Monday, September 26, 2005
bailu sent her love halfway across the globe, from london to singapore. happy birthday mummy!! i love the most gorgeous, caring, beautiful and wonderful lady of my life. and i sincerely hope the best for everything she undertakes. may the days to follow be the best days of her life. muacks!! <333
pug jelly - come home soon
(an apt song for the current moment. i've only selected the verses that matter.)
it's been two days and i'm missin' you already.
never really thought you could mean
so much in such a little time...
i think i'm fallin' down down down down
with a bad case of love love love love
i think i'm falling for you you you you
i think, i'm falling in love...
so just come back and i'll tell you how i feel.
never knew how easy you could steal
my heart. i miss you come home soon...
cause i know that you won't be home when i call you.
you're in england now, i hope that you'll be home soon.
cause i know that you won't be there when i call you NOW!!
playing in a loop on my windows media player is "i don't wanna miss a thing" by aerosmith. i just cannot fathom how a guy can write such meaningfully romantic lyrics.
"i just wanna hold you close, feel your heart so close to mine."
& hush pretty pink lady ;
at 9:33 am
Saturday, September 24, 2005
mitch exclaimed, "ac boys are, in general, dangerous!!"
yes, she only goes for the prim and proper gentleman (emphasis placed on singularity) of the chinese high. of course, he's got to be handsome. my dear mitch is so darn hilarious. she hates apples, but eats apple crisps. how many people in the world has such a weird taste? she gets damn exhilarated whenever she finishes her analytical skills homework, and goes around bragging about it. both of us indulge in a fantasy world, where michelles rawk!!
doreen begged, "if you get to class earlier than i do, reserve a seat for me ok? i really really want to sit next to you."
this is an evidence. i am loved!! <333
wanshan came back from stoned land, "michelle wasn't listening to the prof. she was staring at everywhere else. she even noticed that i was stone-ing."
wanshan, doreen, samantha and i stalked shuowen and her boyfriend on tuesday evening. but her boyfriend bolted even before sam could catch a glimpse of him.
the perks of being surrounded by a bunch of lovely girlfriends - fun, chill (mitch's favourite word) and lots of laughter!! (:
gary chan shamelessly claimed, "don't you all feel warm? is it because the air con is not switched on? or is it me?"
how can i not love him? considering how confident a person he is. hurhur. mitch suggested a 'gary obsessed' msn nick. gosh, we are indeed a pair of kooky michelles.
prof chan gave me an endearing shocked look when he saw me walking along the concourse yesterday. i think he is scared of my extemporaneous questions during seminars.
professor gilbert tan impersonated a porn actor, "the director told me to 'script'. sorry, i meant 'strip'. so i stripped!!"
girl A (from henceforth, A) wrote: i think girl B (from henceforth, B) resembles so much like a cow!!
B overheard it and went to confront girl C (from henceforth, C), who is B's friend.
B: (bimbotically) A posted my picture and claimed that i look like a cow. she's a bitch.
C: (silently) yeah, like whatever!!
i saw my favourite under-16 boy on thursday at guthrie house along fifth avenue!! his hair style makes him a little less cute, but nonetheless, i was exuberant!! (: he and his friend looked over when nique, mandy and i conspicuously walked into venezia ice-cream parlour.
& hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:33 am
Monday, September 19, 2005
17 september 2005 - the union of a pair of lovebirds by the names of 'jackson' and 'christabel'. it was a heart-warming occasion, meeting many of my relatives whom i've never seen before. the best thing was to see my cousins who are working in san francisco and london. i'm glad we took some photos. my dear nieces and nephew are damn cute too!! gosh, i love them.
anyway, the quirkiest happening of the day was my cousin, jacob, mistaking brandon for my boyfriend. and that blardy idiot still wanted me to pay him $5/hour for holding his arm (edited by brandon). no way!!
i wore a traditional qipao for the first time in my life. and i had my hair tied up in a bun. i felt so much like a woman blasting back from the 1960s.
enjoy the wedding album!!
my favourite blogstar, brandon, created this beautiful phrase: even though the world fights to be your sunshine, i'll rather be your moonlight and shine during your darkest hours.
aww...so sweet!! brandon is seriously my sweetest 'boyfriend'!!
bran, nique, mandy and i
happy mid-autumn festival!! which reminds me of something petrina sent me a year ago: don't let those mooncakes to go WAIST!! hurhur.
causality-effect evidence number 1
cause: mandy has been attracting a lot of attention from boys. from the distant-relative we saw at the wedding (the white shirt guy), a tennis boy under my coach who frequently acts tough in front of her, a fellow fourteen-year-old tuition mate who is studying in sec 3 now, a nerdy acs boy who is doing the ib programme and a fourteen-year-old guy from myanmar who is studying for psle now to the legendary mr 'fall to pieces'.
effect: i am dead jealous!! hahaha.
causality-effect evidence number 2
cause: bailu is finally in england!!!! she was complaining to me, via global sms, about how dilapidated london heathrow airport is, and how tiring it is to walk from one terminal to another without the travellator.
effect: i am still filled with envy. i mean, it's LONDON baby!! (: and she's on the same soil as kl. boohoohoo!!! ):
i always get people thinking i was from a girls school. and, i'm recently convinced that i look like i was from rgs. wow, flattered!
& hush pretty pink lady ;
at 12:24 pm
Friday, September 16, 2005
some intelligent exclamation from the driver of the cab i hopped onto on hopelessly-wet monday: those people who try to avoid the erp gantry while travelling along cte (ang mo kio) are 'pound stupid, penny wise'. now it's better because more and more people are smarter and using the cte anyway. it's like a boy who adores a girl. at the beginning, he'll always visit her house. after some time, the novelty runs out and he'll stop.
impressive right? a genius passenger gets a genius cabbie!! (:
peter's sms went: i know you are too busy bothering about your big fish. or should i say, he's a prized catch for any girl.
i like the last phrase. (:
or so i heard, boys in boys school will actually ask their female relief teachers the colour of their underwear. i'll reply, "pink. how can i help?" well, easier said than done.
qn: why does singapore's prime minister run in the afternoon, and not in the morning which is the prevalent practise?
ans: he is the PM. not AM.
qn: what did the small telephone say to the big telephone?
ans: i'm too small to be engaged.
courtesy of mandy.
mandy's haphazard quotes
michelle: nique, is kl or mr 'fall to pieces' cuter?
nique: mr 'fall to pieces'.
michelle: noooooo....way!!!
mandy: ME!! i'm the cutest!!
mornique got herself involve in some cases while she idles holidays.
hilton hotel vs serangoon garden country club
michelle: the ac barker boys are paying $65 each for their graduation night at hilton hotel.
mornique: why...orh...i only paid $15 for mine at serangoon garden country club.
fruits vs life
michelle: i want to lead a fruitful life.
mornique: just set up a fruit stall and you'll lead a fruits-full life.
i am making more and more friends in smu. and i am sharing a common infatuation (and name), who appears during our favourite management accounting classes, with a fellow michelle!! (: sajc's uberture contestant is also my new-found-friend, pauline. life in school is becoming more fun. except bgs. not much people to gossip with.
shuowen's jc classmate is damn cute. he is pure chinese but looks so much like a eurasian. he is a pure ac boy!! ac (junior) to ac (barker) to acjc. i'm quite enamoured by him at this current moment. (:
& hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:59 am
Monday, September 12, 2005
after pondering much, i've came to realise that there are going to be more and more smart, cute and possibly rich (well, future high flyers, considering their intelligence) singaporean guys in the united kingdom!! this is especially so in cambridge, oxford and london. my goodness!! isn't it a good investment for a singaporean lady to get herself into a prestigious university in any one of these three english cities? jolly good, i say. get yourself a ucas application registration and a ticket to london heathrow airport now!! cosmopolitan london is my desired destination!!
peter: imagine you and an ahbeng boyfriend.
michaela: i will not have an ahbeng boyfriend. i'll make him sit in a pool of water, electrocute him using mild voltage for 72 hours, and make him speak english non-stop.
peter: haha. nah, i don't think you'll ever have a cheenafied boyfriend. but you are evil. must beware, just in case.
michaela: so you should know better than to offend me right?
peter: yes, you'll make me listen to chinese opera for 72 hours right?
michaela: good suggestion!! and i'll make you join a stage production, casting you as a homosexual. you'll have to stage-kiss an impossibly fugly male. oh yes, i cannot believe you are digging your own grave.
peter: no, i trust that you won't ever do that to me right?
my cousins flew back from england and san francisco for a wedding. it was great chatting with them last night. i've learnt to be more tactful. when some ignorant people want to try racially abusing you, pretend you don't understand english and walk away. i was thinking of blurting out asian expletives. right, change of plans!!
monday blues are hitting me bad. my imagination is running wild. one moment i was pondering over how different is giving your first hug/kiss to your boyfriend from losing your virginity. i mean, that piece of sacred tissue is now easily broken by the vigorous exercises females engage in. then, i suddenly imagined how it'll be like if i were a handsome and unimaginably opulent bad boy with legions of girls adoring me. i think that'll be quite fun.
i am in business, government and society class now. professor is nagging non-stop about year 1s being late for class. i am staring at the clock and my lovely laptop.
& hush pretty pink lady ;
at 4:11 pm
Thursday, September 08, 2005
biology teacher, miss lee: sam, why are your pants hanging on your hips? aren't they suppose to be at your waist? what a fashion this is!
sam: there's a reasonable explanation to this, miss lee. you told us in class that high temperature kills sperms. wearing pants that are too tight will force the male reproductive organ to be pushing against the body, increasing the temperature and by so doing, kill the sperms. my pants are loose and therefore it is hanging at my hips. i'm protecting my kids-of-the-future.
after seeing car decals from university of pennsylvania and wharton school pasted at the back of an unimpressive car, i was in awe.
michaela: oh my goodness, he is from wharton, upenn! mom, do you know that upenn is a damn freaggin good college in the states?
then, the anti-climax came. the driver was a senior citizen. sub-consciously, i gave an absolutely shocked face.
michaela: huh?
mandy laughed hysterically. the laugh lasted for more than five minutes.
peyton of the hit tv series, one tree hill, wisely put, "being in love is how you know you are alive."
the largely american crowd at arthur ashe stadium of flushing meadows, new york, had no tennis etiquette. they cheered whenever my dear baby-faced, 13th seed, richard gasquet (pronounced as 'ri-sha gas-kay') made an unforced error. i utterly hate them, and the moronic robby ginepri. that american wildcard was wearing some clothing brand which symbol is similar to chanel. so i named that brand 'mamanel' because it's probably made by his mom. urrggghhh. i am filled with anguish. gasquet's morale was super freaggin low because ginepri had home ground advantage. and, gasquet was suffering from arm injury. he was also complaining of pain near the stomach. i could see him squirming in pain during the last two sets. weak ginepri was calling for medical assistance once his little pinky was hurt. bah. sissy!! the unfortunate score was 3-6, 6-3, 7-6 (10-8), 4-6, 0-6 to the nasty american. painfully bitter!! champion of roland garros justine henin-hardenne, who was in bad form, lost to the french who resides in the states, mary pierce. number 4 seed, andy roddick, lost near the start of the tournament because, in my theory, he ditched mandy moore. hurhur. spanish 'king of clay', rafael nadal, was ousted by african-american james blake. with many of the powerhouses gone, what's there to watch in the us open?
yesterday was welly's birthday!! although i had to skip my business law class, it was all worthy. i had my maiden visit to kbox and that shall be my last. it's too cheenafied, plebeian and expensive for my liking. the people there are ahbeng and ahlian chimneys (smoking crack and cigarettes and whatnot). i much prefer the one my dad brought us to on sunday, with a big room and vip treatment. anyhow, HAPPY BIRTHDAY WELLY (it is sort of belated now)!!
random observation: what's with guys and their new bald heads? is that a new trend? not at all appealing. unless you are referring to the cute ns guys of my age. the secondary school boys should stick to their ac-influenced spiked-hairdo.
talking about ac, i remember petrina telling me once, a long time ago, that the ac uniform makes the ugliest guy a little cuter. i couldn't agree more.
so i was sitting in front of my laptop screen, done with my business law readings (although i skipped class, i did my readings!), and suddenly, the thought of coming up with a list of the cutest male celebrities i have drooled over came rushing to my head. jumping straight into it, i came up with this miserable list (thinking that i could go on forever):
richard gasquet, cristiano ronaldo, ryan cabrera, james lafferty, hayden christensen, ryan key (lead vocalist of yellowcard), brandon flowers (lead vocalist of the killers), adam levine (lead vocalist of maroon 5), andy roddick, christian wunderlich, jack ryder, prince william, sean biggerstaff, jeff timmons (of 98 degrees fame), peter gade christensen, thomas sorensen, francesc fabregas, jose antonio reyes, robin van persie, arne friedrich, rafael van der vaart, alex polstra (dutch-japanese who has a japanese name called 'takeru murakami'), edison chen, takuya kimura, chad michael murray, jon jonsson, kevin peake...
and then, i stopped. boy, i can't believe the list is blardy damn short!! anyway, i want to be a volunteer at wimbledon!! cranky and cool!!
& hush pretty pink lady ;
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