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Hey mom, it's me mom

Sun, 11 May 2008 08:05:18 GMT

Happy Mother's Day!

(I made her wear my sunnies and chain, haha)

To my long-suffering mum for putting up with my tantrums, dirty laundry, tardiness, lack of discipline, PMS (even though you know that's just an excuse to be a bitch ;P ), refusals to shower, insatiable appetite that basically cleans out the pantry and me randomly screaming your name just to amuse myself, making nice lunches, letting me borrow your clothes, cooking yummy stuff when you really don't have to, having long talks when we're both sleepy and kinda high, imparting your wisdom to me, screaming at me to make my bed, always readily forgiving me and not yelling even when I disappointed you so deeply,

Thank you.

You probably didn't ask for all this when you had me, but you didn't give up and still found it in your heart to love me unconditionally...even though under the Australian law, you can kick me out of the house like now. No self-cooked dinner, pair of shoes, expensive lunch, blogpost dedicated to you or bunch of flowers and a card can ever, ever fully express my gratitude and love and will never quite match up to what you've done for me and Ben.

I love you Mummy!

Like a shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving

Sun, 04 May 2008 08:31:00 GMT

Walking around town with your guitar strapped to your back is fun. Masquerading as a hobo, singing your lungs out, being stopped and asked to play a tune and refusing to play with a cheena accent.

Best of all, you feel safe even when you're walking down the street of the notoriously rowdy red-light district at night. No one wants to be bashed on the head by a guitar and have a metal capo crack their skull.

Ahyes. The guitar is my new boyfriend.

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The littlest things that take me there. I watch them, she reminds me of me a year ago. The same grin, tingles, bashfulness, sparkle in her eyes...they make me smile. Wistfully.

Heavy hangs my head when I'm unhearted

Sat, 03 May 2008 10:55:18 GMT

My brother broke his wrist while skateboarding, thanks to dodgy skateboard wheels. Strangely, I laughed alot in the hospital and marveled at the many strange contraptions lying around; I'd never paid much attention to them. My bro's wrist looked retarded by the way, I shall give him priority of putting up snaps of his broken wrist on Myspace before posting them here.

Happy Birthday Cherie, my waffles :D

Bestest, nearest, dearest, loner alt-emo-mosh buddy, ka-talk-like-that, whoosh person, laopo, woman of God you keep me sane and insane and normal and high. I love you to infinity and beyond. 1 year to getting your Ls, you'll be wearing the streets down xD nyahaha. You 1337 up my life, pardon the bad joke.

Really tired. But I don't really feel like sleeping at all. Poof. =/

Our name is our virtue

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 09:47:14 GMT

Random string of thoughts I feel like putting down.

I'm too small for the guitar.

My fingers are too short.

My pinkies are a digit shorter than the average pinky glove size.

I have a baby pinky.

I am not 10. >=[

Hey, at least I pass off as a 14-year-old at Ice Arena. :D

I have a slow reaction to everything.

I wake up late...but still arrive to school before everyone else.

Poop.

I am craving greentea ice-cream. Badly.

My mouth needs a good wash.

I miss Star Wars.

I liketh typingeth liketh thateth witheth moi Romeoth.

Bloomed, mutated to much disadvantage, faded. Unfortunately.

My new name is Zhen.

Being small is okay. Asians, big or small, pwn everyone.

Fingerless gloves and legwarmers, I want.

Capo, I need.

I can drive. :D

My back hurts.

I like the rain.

Pitterpatter (:

Who could deny these butterflies?

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 03:28:55 GMT

One of the better pics from the YouthAlive/Delirious concert (I blame my inaptitude; forgetting to bring the phone-camera down to the moshpit and having to take pictures from the balcony?! Psh.) :

It was good, it was good. (: Running across the road and almost losing a shoe and dancing in the rain and sitting in the middle of the road and singing with Romeoth in the cold, cold darkness and charades/Taboo. Nodnod.

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RIP Zen Micro, in my ownership from 2007 - 2008. You have served me well. I'm sorry for dropping you so many times and as a result fatally wounding your internal organs(aka the hard drive).

Because I took you for granted, I have to downgrade to a little 1 gig player that can't classify your songs. Ahwell. It has colour. (Tcheah, because colour brightens up boring bus trips.)

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I like cheese. Do you like cheese?

My eyes rained like autumn

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 05:45:09 GMT

It's cold, rainy and autumn-y. I'm snuggled up in my blanket on a squeaky metal chair after having spent the past 4 hours sleeping. Yeh, the sound of rain hitting your steel roof is rather therapeutic; couple it with a 3-fin heater and a cozy bedroom with blackout curtains, you get one lazy-ass of a teenager whose internal clock is screwed up by excess sleep and a 2-week long holiday period.

And whose internal clock will be even more screwed up when school starts again.

Which is tomorrow. =/

And exams in about 7 weeks.

Ahwell. Time to start re-channeling teh inner nerd! 8]

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:06:19 GMT

"There are always 3 sides to a story: the first person, the opposing side and the truth." - Mr. Weiher

Define 'truth'.

Take me under your wing tonight

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 09:38:05 GMT

Dear McSpongey,

Smile. Smile that slightly rabbit-toothed smile. Grin. Dance. Sing. Swing swing goes your heart, but your Solid Rock is always standing firm, never changing, the constant you can put all your hopes on. Focus. Focus. Keep your eyes ahead, fixed on Him. Not half-empty nor half-full, but who fills the cup? Bingo. Don't look back. Give up, surrender to Him. You're standing, still standing. Go on, live. Fly.

Love, your rather emo alter ego, Cheryl.

On a brighter and more triumphant note, teh L plates are mine from today onwards (perfect score babeh). :D Pwn the streets, I will.

The secret of the world is written in the stars

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 22:21:23 GMT

Dinner at Ming's Place last night hosted by the Singapore Association of UniAdelaide, Genial my little thumbelina dragged me along. It was like stepping into a Chinese restaurant on East Coast beach or something, everyone was going all lah, lor, hor, choppy sentences, conversations peppered with broken Mandarin, Hokkien and Teochew, a full-on Singaporean atmosphere. I might have even seen some of those people when I was bussing to town or taking the MRT to church. Familiar strangers, an atmosphere I hardly recognize. Gosh, I love Singapore and Singaporeans and Singlish, but I don't feel like I fit in anymore =/ The lame jokes, dodgy grammar and urgh, corny speeches. What one year in a foreign country does to you. "Sick, six, SIXTH dinner." "AND we are your emcees for today!" Very cringeworthy. Okay I'll cut them some slack, they're all either uni students or oldies and we're small high school students. So us two sat at a corner laughing away at the bad speeches(Genial you spaz!hahahaha) and being antisocial. Dinner got unbearably boring, what with the games and stuff, so we went outside in the cold dimly lit streets, dancing-cripping-popping in the moonlight and being hobo-gangsta-wog, blasting music from my phone and singing at the top of our lungs. Two little Asian girls in semi-formal wear, sitting on a kerb, rapping to T-Pain and crooning to Fergie, laughing hysterically; everyone who passed by gave us that "I think those two are either drunk or plain retarded" look. Nearly died laughing. Ahwells. Good fun with Gizzeh(:

Wow, that was a somewhat normal blog post.

The rollerskates I threw on your face

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 08:22:24 GMT

Reflection. Refraction. Diffuse reflection. Total internal reflection. Diffraction. Polarization. Dispersion.

Physics immersion.

Braincell destruction.

Spontaneous combustion.

Intense frustration.

Hidden aggression.

PMS projection.

Self-control malfunction.

And possibly, massive explosion.