sun, sun, go away, let the rain come back to play.

Guess what.
It’s Sunday again.
And that really is all I can say..

other than, YOGHURT. hmph

everybody say, l-o-v-e is the way! (it rhymes, really!)

mood : blessed
music : The Ocean – Mae / various disney tracks

Apart from the looming dental op that will leave me incapable of my daily vital snacking with the help of Fred the Fabulous Now Famous Fridge, and also my chao tah skin that burns even without anything touching it, .. I would like to say that my emo phrase is over! Hurrah hurrah

..At least for now it is, anyway, I’m sure skies will try to darken themselves again someday but as Fab said, one does not need to be happy to experience the joy of the Lord, we receive along with His love (: well, something like that anyway, paraphrasing does have its qwerks.

‘Tis true, ’tis true! But I shan’t elaborate further, because then I would have to zone back into my ’serious’ mode and you know how I have this unexplainable discomfort about talking about this kind of things here so if you want to know the full picture, you can just ask me personally. Then I would refer you to 1 Corinthians 13, in particular v4-7. (:

Meanwhile, the disney mania has infected Lala as well – she’s playing make believe with her huge ballooned head dog toy and singing songs from the Lion King (lion, huge balloon head dog, see the connection? I know, she’s a genius but I personally make sure I never tell her that haha) and I have this strong urge to start singing along with her and Ultramanning around the room with my blanket as a cape but then that would seriously put me under the ‘wonky’ criteria, so I shall try my very best to resist.

Holidays are almost over! (awf, I am actually unhappy. Although yes, I do miss it but I must say, 6am really is pushing it, isn’t it. Dreadful indeed.)

“OH I JUST, CAN’T WAIT TO BE KING!” – Lala sings, with much vigour. I laugh insanely, and I bet if you were me you would too. I have an awesome sis (:

where i express my temporal bout of insanity no. 1!

mood : confused
music : Stop Crying Your Heart Out – Oasis

Its a Sunday afternoon, and outside the world is turning – ever so slowly.

The effects of emo (look, here’s a modified alliteration again!) are starting to kick in. I feel rather restless, and my itunes seems to feel the shade of grey around as well – it just switched to air supply, beat that. Cynicism, at its best.

Don’t you just love unprecedented fishes – dry humour, I daresay.

I am so glad there’s no school next week, with the only downside of a holiday being that there’s no homework (come on, you all have to agree that it is a bit boring without it), because then I would probably be moody 3/4 of the week and you would all have to bear with my spasms of (in)sanity. (Ah, I thought I could pull off another alliteration – ! – there. Haha)

Nooooo – I shall not fall over to the dark side! Come on, cheerios cheerios! There are many things to be happy about and I feel this strange urge to annoy all of you by saying that one of the things to be happy about is the maths worksheet right in front of me hee hee I rub my hands in glee (it rhymes okay.)

Now I feel like running to this great big field of green grass and just. Hmm. Hmmm. Sit down with mister bobbi and have scones, with lots and lots of butter. Hahaha I also feel like saying a really random word here as well, like . snozzberries! Remember, they were from charlie and the chocolate factory! My favourite book, but that’s a bit ironic considering I hate sweets and chocolate. Haha

Oh! Come support the St Lukes’ concert at MGS on the 17th of March, 7.30. Its for a good cause (: And if I say its better than maths, can you just imagine how good it is! Haha

(edit)

So I fell over to the dark side after all. Oh, well.

i wrote one and called it buttercups, no kidding.

mood : lamenting
music : Tears In Heaven – Eric Clapton

Australia! Sweet, sweet Australia.

I can only laugh and be amused at myself at how I used to write both poems and stories every day as though my life depended on it. Perhaps it truly did, because I always loved if not thinking in maths, thinking in words that never said anything directly. So people won’t understand, at least not at first glance. With that said, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean anything either.

Remember The Great Hill I used to go on and on about last year? The one which I loved going to just to simply be free of the world and think about nothing but His love. Where I had more inspiration, more release. The one which I termed as magical and I even brought some of you there, once. Never more though. I haven’t been there in a long time and I feel rather curious at my own past antics.

Oh, what has happened to me. Why do I feel that my heart is stuck inside me and I am not able to write it through the pen and paper I once thought was my vein and blood; why do I not care for the hill I once considered my friend! I blame this all on schoolwork, every single piece of fish we need to fry except maths. I do love maths. I am finally feeling the strain of doing homework in advance but I like the satisfaction of being able to gloat at others when they are struggling to finish whereas mine is already done and pretend to be the genius which I know I am not like being able to help others in times of need. Be gone, Australia! I shall satisfy my anger by munching up all the cookie koala bears I have in my reliable stock in my refrigerator, which I now call Fred.

Fred the Fridge. Do you spot the literary device! Good, me neither.

No, no. Nothing has changed, not much actually. I still love eating dumplings, and I love tao sao paos and pancakes. And I was, am, and forever will be quite sane, thank you very much.

At this point I must add how amused I am also at the fact my sister does not know how to adjust the temperature of the shower considering she has been staying in this house for the past six years. ah, I do love her.