Monday, June 8, 2009

Revisit

I've been scrolling back to go through some of my old posts back in 2005, and some of them were just hilarious.

Freakishly exaggerated writing.

Phew. Aunt will be going back to Taiwan tomorrow. Finally i can heave my sighs of relief.... My aunt just loves to talk. Maybe it's because there is noone for her to talk to (family dysfunction...). Anyway, once you get her started, she won't stop for at least 10-20 minutes. Urgh. My dad was horrified when she was chasing him around (like a hen chasing someone who dares to approach her eggs) early in the morning, talking endlessly about something or another...
Maybe not so exaggerated. That's quite a vivid description of my aunt. Not to mention that she is a b-i-t-c... contemptible woman.
Hmm... am feeling rather brain dead already. Have to do BM essay as well for annoying old fart of a teacher in school. Oh damn.. The physics experiment report................. I don't believe it. Am getting squished by the weight of the world on my shoulders!
I don't believe it!

Can feel the food rushing out against the vermicular movement of my esophagus.
Yeah... Piling on unnecessarily bombastic words in essays was the "in" thing to do then

Nearly went into another towering rage yesterday when i found out that i've lost brainy grasshopper's Richard Clayderman piano score. Stormed around the house and hurricaned things up. In the end, located it underneath a pile of stuff which i had inadvertently shoved to the ground.
Realized that a tree in my garden is attracting bees to it in the mornings. It is not really a very big tree, as my mum planted it in a pot (to avoid it from growing strong roots so powerful that it cracks the floor surface). The tree bears some yellow flowers which grow in enormous clumps. And i suppose the bees are attracted to these flowers then. One thing though, the bees that frequent my garden are kinda adorable. Fat round and shiny black bodies.. Hehe. Buzzing around. Even so, i did not venture too close to avoid some unnecessary pain.
Y'know, those bees are still buzzing in my garden, round black and shiny. After 4 years. Fascinating.

Apparently my dad is obsessed with this ice-cream called X-choc, by either Nestle or Walls. It is chocolate (obviously), topped with chocolate cream and chocolate chips and has a chocolate colored cone. He saw it in a TV advertisement and got so excited. So one day when he passed by a supermarket, he saw the X-choc and grabbed two! But unfortunately the queue at the counter was long and the bloody wantan cashier was slow. After a long time, he managed to pay and buggered off to enjoy his ice-cream. To his surprise, when he peeled off the wrapper of the X-choc, the entire ice-cream had melted and it poured out onto the floor. He was so annoyed! And how i laughed my pants off when he complained to us!

LoL!

History O History,
Am Drowning in My Misery.
Teachers and Their Trickery,
It's Nothing but Thievery!

More LoL!

Am using the computer sneakily. Actually am not supposed to be using it. But as usual i don't give a fig about what my parents say. Parents! They feel obligated to tell their kids not to play the computer. Then they gain the satisfying feeling as if they had done something that is "for their own good". But I dissent strongly. Hah! I object! And i show my disapproval by using the computer when my parents are not around! Whee! It's just so ridiculous, my parents, taking all the trouble to pluck out the keyboard and mouse just to stop me using. How inutile and preposterous!

Rebellious stage? Not too sure I have actually grown out of it yet. Again.. The bombastic words. Inutile... Wtf kinda word is that? Pretty sure i had thesaurus-ed it.

Diet sabotage!! My tuition teacher actually suggested that i should try not to eat for a day, as in not eat fatty foods and only fruits and vege (rabbit food), at which point i replied with "Yeah, i can handle it. For 10 minutes!!"

:P

Sigh. It was fun back then, when i could ramble, on and on about seemingly useless things. How i miss the times.

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